Urban: I have a new identity every week

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The four-eyed Daoist priest you speak of can't stand a shot from you.

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after one day.

noon.

Two simple wooden houses are next to each other.

"Jia Le, give me another bowl of rice."

The four-eyed Taoist priest was wearing a loose gray robe, and Jiang Wan handed it to his apprentice.

"Oh, yes, Master."

The shabby-dressed Jia Le took the bowl and was about to serve the meal when he suddenly saw a group of people walking outside.

"Master, someone is here."

Jia Le shouted at the four eyes.

"Ok?"

Si Mu, who was picking his teeth, got up and walked out, Jia Le also put down his bowl and went out to watch the excitement.

Master Yixiu and Jingjing next door also heard the voice and came out.

"Master Yixiu, Jingjing."

Jiale's eyes lit up, watching Jingjing showing a puppy licking expression, clearly wanting to lick her.

As for where he wants to lick her, I believe he understands.

It was Qianhe and the others who came. A four-wheeled cart was pulling a pair of golden coffins, and a shed was installed on the four-wheeled cart to cover the golden coffin.

A child was carried in a sedan chair by guards, and beside him was a man holding a handkerchief.

"Brother, long time no see."

Daoist Qianhe stepped forward to greet Simu.

"Master Uncle Qianhe." Jia Le greeted quickly.

Chizuru nodded.

"Hey, hey, why did you stop here?"

A high-pitched voice sounded, it was Wu Shilang who was holding a handkerchief and pretending to be a gesture.

Daoist Qianhe turned back and said, "Wu Shilang, I'm here to ask my senior brother to borrow some glutinous rice."

"Then let's rest here for a while." The little prince of the sedan chair said lightly.

Looking at Jiale with four eyes: "Go get glutinous rice for your Uncle Qianhe."

"Yes, Master." Jia Le turned and left.

Looking at the coffin with four eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "The copper-horned and golden coffin is wrapped with an ink fountain net, could it be inside?"

He looked at Chizuru.

Qianhe looked solemnly: "It's the zombie."

"Why didn't you burn it?" Four eyes frowned.

Qianhe sighed: "The prince has fought for the country all his life, so he must be sent back to the capital for burial."

"Daoist Qianhe, why don't you remove the shed above? Let the coffin bask in the sun, which is more conducive to the release of corpse gas." Master Yixiu walked over and said to Qianhe.

Qianhe's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he felt that this statement was reasonable, so he asked his apprentice to tear down the shed.

This disassembly is the end of the calf.

After borrowing the glutinous rice, Priest Qianhe and his party continued on the road, taking the same road that Su Xun took.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Taoist Master Qianhe and his party ran into Su Xun who was waiting for a rabbit.

"Master, someone is here."

A young man reminded Su Xun.

"I can see it." Su Xun said.

At this moment, the Wu Shilang rushed in front of them, with one hand on his waist and the other holding his lotus finger, and he said, "Who are you, why don't you hurry up and get out of the way, and collide with the prince's coffin, can you bear it?"

How can a bandit be able to bear this anger.

"Fuck! You have already been beaten to the last breath in the Qing Dynasty, why are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?"

The ten people directly drew their guns and forced Qianhe and others to stop.

"what!"

Wu Shilang was taken aback, and quickly ran back to the little prince, shouting sternly: "Bold, you... you will not be able to rebel!"

"My lord, let me talk to them." Daoist Qianhe said helplessly, he really hated Wu Shilang, who was neither male nor female.

But for the sake of money, he could only endure it.

The little prince nodded: "It's too much trouble."

Daoist Qianhe walked up to Su Xun, and clasped his fists together: "All strong men are invited. Disciple Qian He from Xiamao Mountain will escort the royal family's coffin to the north with gold. I hope that all strong men will make a way out."

"It turned out to be Daoist Qianhe." Su Xun "suddenly realized", and then said enthusiastically: "I got acquainted with Daoist Simu the night before, and he mentioned Daoist Qianhe to me, since that's the case, let's go together for a while. "

"Oh? This little brother actually knows Senior Brother Simu. It really is a flood that washed into the Dragon King Temple. The family does not recognize the family." Daoist Qianhe was also very surprised.

Su Xun took out a few talismans of Simuhua: "Yes, what a coincidence, Taoist Simu also gave me some amulets."

Seeing this talisman, Qian He no longer had any doubts in his heart, and invited Su Xun to go on the road together.

Su Xun thought very clearly, sneaked into the team first, then quietly cut the rope to overturn the coffin and let the zombies fall out, in order to put the Zi Gu into the mouths of the zombies when they had no resistance during the day.

As for the mother Gu, he has already swallowed it.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome for the zombie to break out of the coffin after being struck by lightning at night.

But after waiting all afternoon, he didn't find a chance to attack the coffin.

Su Xun was about to turn his back on and snatch the corpse.

Because it will be delayed until night.

He rode on the horse and drew his gun and fired a shot into the sky.

"Kang!"

The gunshots startled the birds.

Everyone was taken aback.

Su Xun turned his horse's head and aimed his gun at Taoist Master Qianhe and the others.

Although the other ten bandits didn't understand why Su Xun suddenly turned his face, they all followed closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, eleven guns were aimed at Daoist Qianhe Qianhe and others.

"Escort! Quickly escort!"

Wu Shilang shouted in panic.

Several high-ranking guards took out their weapons to protect the young prince, watching Su Xun and the others warily.

"Brother Su, what do you mean?"

Priest Qianhe was in doubt.

Su Xun said: "Master Qianhe, offended, leave the coffin, and you can go."

"Impossible! Uncle Huang died fighting for my Qing Dynasty, and his body must be sent to the imperial mausoleum in the capital for burial." The young prince's tone was immature but firm.

Wu Shilang's trembling Ma De: "You... you are rebellion, a group of rebellious officials and thieves..."

"Kang!"

A gunshot sounded, the bullet passed through his heart, and Wu Shilang's voice stopped abruptly.

Everyone's heart trembled. They didn't expect Su Xun to shoot and kill without saying a word.

Su Xun's face was cold: "Your Qing Dynasty is about to perish, don't use that trick in front of me, I am a man of the Han family, not your Qing dynasty!"

"Otherwise, I will send you down ahead of time and be buried with your Qing Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 894

"It's still the same sentence, put down the coffin and leave quickly, otherwise you will all die!"

Su Xun was riding a tall horse, holding a small black Browning pistol, and his voice was cold.

In the eyes of Lin Sanqiang and other bandits, this gun was not aggressive enough, so it was given to the gentle-tempered Su Xun.

After seeing Wu Shilang die beside him with his own eyes, the little prince turned pale with fright: "Daoist Qianhe quickly...quickly...put the emperor down."

None of the guards around him had a gun, so how could they fight this group of thieves.

Uncle Huang loves himself the most, and he believes that he can save his life, and Uncle Huang is also willing.

"Boom!"

At this moment, suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, the sun was covered by dark clouds, and the sky was completely dark.

Immediately afterwards, the gust of wind came suddenly along with the heavy rain, beating down like beans.

Su Xun's expression changed instantly. Damn it, didn't it rain only at night in the movie?

What the hell is going on with this horse riding!

Daoist Qianhe's expression also changed, and he quickly stepped forward to touch the bottom of the coffin, with the washed ink in his hand, he secretly groaned in his heart.

"Quickly, set up camp immediately and push the coffin into the tent!"

Daoist Qianhe roared in the rain.

The coffin shook violently.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt hit the coffin, and the corpse in the coffin stood up like a spring.

"Master!"

"Four masters!"

The bandits were shocked.

"Don't mess around!" Su Xun yelled, and then tried to pull the trigger on the zombie.

"Kang! Kang!"

The zombie just swayed, ignored Su Xun at all, and jumped towards the little prince.

Zombies will drink the blood of their blood relatives first.