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Chapter 334
Watching the demon girl run away.

Uncle Jiu quickly rushed over with a pair of villagers.

Qiu Sheng and Uncle Ming led the crowd to chase for a while, only to find that a grave in front had been torn open.

The coffin inside was found on the ground, but the corpse inside was gone.

"Master, they took away the dead body, and also took away that big ghost..."

"Well, they must want to use corpses to kill people, and use ghosts to punish people."

"No, the big treasure ghost is kind, and when I yelled out, he was so frightened that his legs went limp," he suddenly felt pain in his chest again.

"Brother Dao, are you alright?" Uncle Jiu asked with concern.

"It's okay, I was just kicked by her, and the Taoist robe was snatched away by her.",

"I think that witch will definitely not let it go, she will definitely come to rob the prison, Qiusheng, Afeng, let's go back to the yamen immediately."

"I'm going to help too," Uncle Ming clutched his chest, "If I meet that demon girl, I'll take revenge for this kick."

"it is good."

Saying that, everyone quickly turned back and returned to the yamen to step up their guard.

On the other side, the witch was hiding in the deep mountain forest, suddenly grabbed a lizard from a tree, and sucked the lizard's blood.

After she was full, she took Dabao out.

Casting a spell trapped him in the corpse, and combining the two was equivalent to giving Dabao a body.

Then she hung the Taoist robe of Uncle Ming that she had snatched on the tree.

Train Dabao to hate Taoist robes.

"Look clearly, you have to see clearly, and you must remember that when you meet Sha Wushe in this dress."

After casting the spell, Dabao stepped forward and tore the robe to pieces.

He seems to have a deep hatred with that Taoist robe.

The witch hahaha laughed.

"You killed so many of my brothers, I must make you pay the price!"

"what!!!!!!!!!!!"

The howling sound was heard in the valley, far, far, far away...

……

On the other side, in the village, in the yamen.

Uncle Jiu, Xu Feng, and Uncle Ming are leading everyone to make preparations to prevent the witch from robbing the prison.

Uncle Ming, killed the chicken, and put the chicken blood into a big basin.

"All the roosters in the village have been slaughtered, and the hens can't find their husbands." The villagers muttered.

Uncle Jiu was wearing a Taoist uniform, holding a Wan, "Brother Dao, use some chicken blood."

"Okay."

Uncle Ming said that he took the chicken in his hand and poured a bowl of blood for Uncle Jiu.

"The bowl is so small, is it enough?" Uncle Ming couldn't help but ask.

"If the mountain is not high, there will be spirits if there are immortals. If there is not much blood, then there will be spirits." Uncle Jiu said calmly.

"That's what I said. I don't know how many people they will come. It's better to be more prepared. It's safe to be prepared." Uncle Ming said solemnly.

"I'm afraid that the blood has already solidified before the person comes." Uncle Jiu said very euphemistically.

"Ah, that's right." Uncle Ming seemed to have just realized it, and quickly said to the villagers beside him, "Don't slaughter it yet."

Uncle Jiu looked at the Taoist robe on his body, and muttered, "This Taoist robe doesn't seem to fit well tonight."

As he spoke, he took off his Taoist robe.

Uncle Ming saw it from the side, and hurried up, "Why did you take off your Taoist robe?"

"It doesn't fit." Uncle Jiu said.

"Ah, my Taoist robe was snatched away by that enchantress. It's gone. If you don't want to wear it, lend it to me."

"You can wear it if you like it."

As he spoke, Uncle Jiu took off his hat and gave it to Uncle Ming along with the clothes.

Uncle Ming quickly took the Taoist robe with joy and put it on.

Looking at all this, Xu Feng knew that Uncle Ming was probably not as good as Uncle Jiu, and he seemed to be a little vain.

"And." Qiu Sheng couldn't help complaining.

"Uncle Ming, you're handsome, not bad." A few villagers didn't know, but when they saw Uncle Ming put on Taoist robes, they ran over to compliment him.

"Of course." Uncle Ming smiled complacently.

Uncle Jiu took the chicken blood and put it on the table beside him, and then sat in front of the cell with a mahogany sword in his hand, waiting for the thieves himself.

Xu Feng also held the mahogany sword and stood aside.

In fact, he still has some scruples about that witch in his heart, but there are enough people today, so there should be no problem.

During this period of time, he continued to practice in actual combat, and his Maoshan technique has grown a lot.

Now the progress shown by the system has reached 55%, and now his ability has far surpassed Qiu Sheng.

He's not even much worse than Uncle Jiu, and now he is Uncle Jiu's absolute helper.

Uncle Ming was wearing a Taoist robe, sitting on a chair in the middle of the courtyard, sitting upright.

Everyone quietly waited for the witch's arrival.

"Master, if we wait like this, will the demon girl be too frightened to come?" Wen Cai asked.

"Shut up."

As Uncle Jiu said, he closed his eyes and quietly felt his surroundings.

He had a premonition that the witch would come to rob the prison tonight.

It was very quiet, and one could hear the crackling of the flames in the surrounding braziers.

Suddenly, a strange substance floated in the sky, and all kinds of hairs kept falling.

When everyone was nervous, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong! dong dong dong! dong dong dong!"

Everyone immediately stood up.

Uncle Ming picked up the big pot of cock blood that he had prepared long ago.

"Go and open the door!"

Uncle Ming ordered.

"Ah?" The villagers were afraid to go after hearing this.

"Don't be afraid, go!"

The two villagers swallowed reluctantly, stepped forward and opened the door.

Uncle Ming followed behind them, holding chicken blood, facing the gate.

Always ready to pour out the blood in the basin.

"open!"

Following his order, two villagers opened the door.

Without even thinking about it, Uncle Ming poured out a basin full of blood.

There was a guy standing outside the door.

Chicken blood was splashed all over his head and face, and he muttered, "I'm Niu Ji, who brought you white porridge."

Uncle Ming was dumbfounded, and came up to look at him carefully.

The guy was holding the porridge, looked at him and said, "Brother, what do you mean?"

"Who ordered the porridge?! Did you make a mistake!" Uncle Ming shouted.

"I, I ordered it." Wen Cai jumped out and said.

Uncle Ming glanced at him, for the sake of Uncle Jiu, he was not easy to get angry, after all, this was his home court.

He smiled and said to the guy: "Porridge with chicken blood, isn't it more delicious?"

He smiled and said to everyone: "This is very sweet!"

"Cut! Then you can eat it all by yourself!" Qiu Sheng said shamelessly.

Uncle Ming had no choice but to say to the guy in a smug manner: "Please run over again, and bring some white porridge over."

"Oh, life is really difficult." The guy shook his head and left with the porridge.

Everyone closed the door again.

But not two seconds had passed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Two villagers are about to open the door.

The next moment, the gate was violently destroyed.

Standing outside the door was a hideous zombie with a pale face and wearing a zombie suit.

'Ghost!Ghost! '

The two villagers who opened the door turned their heads and ran away in fright!

(End of this chapter)