I, Ninth Uncle, Junior Brother: God-Class Papermaker

Chapter 171 Corpse Transformation Crisis

Standing in front of the window, Han Li sighed slightly as he watched the sudden changes in the sky.

To be honest, although Han Li himself reminded Chief Qianhe and did not take the tent down, the plot inertia is unstoppable, even if he let Wen Caiqiu get worse before, it bounced under the coffin of the zombie grandfather Ren. The ink fountain line was removed, but what should appear is still there.

The plot has not changed at all, Han Li doesn’t feel that he is here to remind Dao Master Qianhe that he can completely change the plot.

I just hope that Chief Qianhe can save his life! Han Li didn’t think much about other things.

The four-eyed Taoist leader on the other side also looked at the pouring rain in the sky with a solemn expression in his eyes.

“Fortunately, Junior Brother Qianhe didn’t listen to the dead monk’s words and removed the tent. If the tent is removed, the trouble will be great!”

The four-eyed Daochang complexion was unusually solemn.

“I hope that Junior Brother will be fine!”

Thinking of this, the four-eyed Taoist smiled bitterly and sighed slightly.

On the other side, looking at the raindrops pouring down from the horizon, Daochang Qianzuru felt very fortunate at this time.

fine!

Hearing what his junior brother Han Li said, he didn’t take down the tent!

Otherwise, because of the heavy rain at the moment, it is too late to cover the tent on the coffin, and it is impossible to build the tent so quickly. In that case, the heavy rain will quickly wash away the ink pipe line on the coffin!

Thinking of this, Mr. Qianzuru couldn’t help but glanced at the coffin that was still being protected by the tent beside him.

Although the tent on the coffin was not removed, the rain was too heavy, and along with the strong wind, a lot of raindrops were blown onto the tent, soaking the ink fountain line.

Looking at the tent next to the coffin swaying in the wind and rain.

“Congratulations on getting rich! Go and stabilize the tent!”

Daoist Qianhe’s complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly shouted to the four disciples on the side.

“Yes! Master!”

Gong Xi Fa Cai beside the four places did not dare to hesitate, quickly picked up the rope, fixed the four corners of the tent, and stabilized the tent on the coffin. Cover it.

But because of this, Daoist Qianhe still saw that a lot of raindrops fell on the coffin, and the ink pipe line on the coffin was blurred.

This made Qianhe Daochang a little anxious in his heart.

“Quick! Set up a tent!”

Chief Qianzuru anxiously urged some guards next to him.

Soon, the first tent was set up.

“Quickly, push the coffin forward!”

Chief Qianzuru looked at the scene in front of him, and hurriedly shouted at the person pushing the cart next to him.

Just when everyone was about to push the coffin into the tent.

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Lord Baylor is still in the rain!”

At this time, Wu Shilang’s sharp voice resounded next to him.

Dao Qianhe walked to the side of Wu Shilang, looked at Wu Shilang and said, “Wu Guan, let Shoucai go in first!

But Wu Shilang, who looked like a cannon on the side, walked out. He waved his handkerchief and looked at Dao Qianzuru and said, “Huh? That’s not good! It’s raining so much, you have to let Lord Belle go in first. You wait. Bar!”

Hearing what Wu Shilang said, Qianhe Daochang gritted his teeth and looked at Wu Shilang and said: “No, my lord! If the ink pipe line on the coffin is washed away! It will be in trouble then!”

“Humph! No matter what! No matter how you have to let Lord Belle go in first!”

After all, Wu Shilang gave Dao Chang Qianhe a white, turned his body, and ignored the Dao Qianhe on the side.

“Come on, bring Lord Belle into the tent…”

Qianhedao looked bitterly at the back of Wu Shilang and Belle.

This dead eunuch!

Qianhe Daochang gritted his teeth and looked at Wu Shilang in front of him, watching Wu Shilang and Belle slowly enter the tent, and the other tent next to it was finally built under the efforts of everyone.

“Quick! Carry the coffin in!”

Dao Qianhe looked at the increasingly blurred ink fountain line on the coffin, and shouted anxiously to the people next to him.

Everyone pushed the coffin hard and kept close to the tent.

It has been raining for a while. The soil on the ground has become muddy because of the rain. The coffin is very heavy, and the wheels are moving hard in the mud, and the speed is very slow. The Chizuru is very unusual. anxious.

“Everyone, come together! Push the coffin into the tent first!”

Daoist Qianhe yelled to everyone around him.

After that, Daoist Qianhe didn’t care about so much, he directly walked into the battle, pushing the coffin hard and marching into the tent.

The wheel was stuck in the mud and pushed very hard.

Dao Qianhe looked anxiously at the coffin in front of him, and the ink line was constantly falling off, and Gong Xi Fa Cai beside him was struggling to fix the tent on the coffin in the strong wind.

After a while, the coffin finally came close to the tent.

At this time, the rain seemed to be getting lighter, and Daochang Qianhe was slightly happy.

But he didn’t wait for the joy in his heart to deepen, when the coffin was about to be pushed into the tent.

“boom!”

In the sky, suddenly a thunder and lightning struck directly towards the golden coffin!

Dao Chief Qianhe’s complexion changed, and his figure quickly flashed aside. The other guards who pushed the coffin beside him did not react as Chief Qianhe.

Lightning struck the coffin.

Blast around instantly!

“boom!”

The guards around were all blown up, some became coke, some were lucky, but they were also lying on the ground dying, seeing the air in and out of breath!

The blue-violet thunder and lightning quickly conducted continuously on the golden coffin, shining with blue-violet electric sparks.

Mr. Chizuru looked at the scene in front of him with a very ugly expression.

Things are in trouble!

“Squeak…”

At this time, the lid of the coffin next to it slowly began to be pushed up.

Dao Chang Qianhe’s complexion changed abruptly. Looking at the scene in front of him, he almost didn’t hesitate. He flashed directly and jumped onto the coffin.

He imposed a spell on himself and stomped the coffin down severely.

“Quick! Get on the twine!”

Qianhe Daochang anxiously shouted to everyone around him.

Soon, an arm-thick hemp rope was thrown up, Qianhe Daochang bound the hemp rope tightly to the coffin, and then threw the two ends of the rope to the people next to him, making the coffin tight. Tied up, everyone tried their best to pull the hemp rope, and soon everyone’s complexion turned reddish purple.

Dao Qianhe pinched a hand in his hand and bit his own middle finger.

Draw a talisman seal script on the palm with own blood.

Magic power condensed, and the blood light quickly condensed in Dao Master Qianhe’s palm. Dao Master Qianhe’s palm fiercely pressed on the lid of the coffin. The coffin that was still swaying ceaselessly stopped suddenly.

“Quick! Use the corpse nail to seal the coffin!”

Seeing this scene before him, Dao Master Qianhe breathed a sigh of relief, and he hurriedly shouted to several disciples around him.