The van that crosses

"Being shot in the leg and being broken by us, I think Captain Awei is a smart person and knows how to choose."

The three slowly walked towards Awei.

"Okay... it seems to be true. It's better to have your legs broken than to be shot by a gun. Do it, hurry up." Captain Awei gritted his teeth, lay on the ground, stuffed his hat into his mouth, Bite tightly.

"Captain Awei, I'm sorry."

A few seconds later, a miserable howl suddenly came out of Awei's mouth.

"Captain Awei, you can bear with it, you only need one leg."

The three raised Awei's other leg again, and then kicked it violently.

"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking.

"Ah...!" Awei screamed, his eyes turned white, and he fainted in pain.

"Get out of here with someone, next time you come to trouble me, all of you don't want to live to see the sun the next day. Get out."

Zhou He scolded, picked up the cakes on the ground and put them in the car.

"Yes, yes, we absolutely dare not, absolutely dare not."

A group of people hugged each other and disappeared all of a sudden.

"Go back, tonight should be the story of Mr. Ren breaking the coffin." Zhou He thought to himself.

Judging from what happened yesterday, Ren Fa was still a pretty good person. He not only reprimanded and punished Awei, but also apologized to Zhou He, and even helped him go to the provincial capital to buy gasoline.

"Just to concoct zombies tonight, it can save your life." Zhou He smiled lightly, and started the car and headed towards Yizhuang.

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Chapter 62 Powerless to Resist

Time suddenly came to night.

The ninth uncle and his apprentice really didn't come back tonight, and the corpse was imminent. They needed to find a feng shui treasure as soon as possible and bury the corpse.

Zhou He and Qianhe made some food at will. After Qianhe and the little prince finished eating, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Zhou He, on the other hand, came to the morgue where Mrs Ren's corpse was placed.

Zhou He took a futon, sat cross-legged on it, pinched his fingers with both hands, and began to practice qigong.

Over time, more and more yin qi began to be absorbed by the coffin.

No, it should not be said that it was absorbed by the coffin, but by the old man Ren in the coffin.

"Squeak!"

A peculiar voice caught Zhou He's attention.

Zhou He opened his eyes, and suddenly, he saw that the coffin was lifted up a little except for the one below.

The zombies inside are breaking the coffin.

"Are you going to come out?" Zhou He saw this scene, stood up, and moved his muscles.

"Boom boom boom..."

The next second, the coffin was scattered and fell to the ground, and then a figure stood up from inside.

"Ha!" The zombie let out a breath of corpse, and then set his eyes on Zhou He.

Zhou He's body exudes majestic blood energy all the time, and in the eyes of zombies, it is simply a super tonic pill.

The next moment, the zombie jumped high and jumped towards Zhou He.

He felt that as long as he sucked Zhou He's blood, he would definitely gain great benefits, which was even better than sucking the blood of his blood relatives.

"You are very courageous, and dare to take the initiative to attack and send you back to the west with one punch!" Zhou He clenched his fist and his left foot suddenly took a step forward.

Immediately, the blue brick beneath his feet cracked.

"Dead!" Zhou He slammed the zombie's stomach with a punch.

"Boom!" A loud noise.

Seeing that the zombie's figure flew back directly, even the door of the morgue was smashed, and then smashed heavily on the wall of the yard.

The entire body of the zombie is half embedded in the wall, which is really impossible to buckle.

"It's almost, your zombie is much weaker than the royal zombie." Zhou He walked from the morgue to the backyard.

"What happened?" At this moment, Qianhe put on a coat and ran out.

As for the little prince, the child, in addition to being injured, slept to death and didn't wake up at all.

"This... this is... a zombie? Has the corpse changed?" Qianhe saw the face of the zombie on the wall change slightly.

"It's okay, just leave the zombie to me." Zhou He smiled lightly, stepped forward and grabbed the zombie's legs.

With a violent tug, the zombie was ripped off the wall.

Without waiting for the zombies to resist, Zhou He lifted it high, and then slammed it on the hard green brick road.

"Boom!" The blue bricks on the ground were smashed to pieces.

"Roar!" The zombie roared with its mouth open, trying to struggle, but it was powerless to resist.

"Boom boom boom!" Zhou He smashed his face a dozen times, and the ground around him was full of potholes.

Zhou He was not satisfied, and his feet began to stamp on him frantically. After a few minutes, Zhou He stopped.

The zombie at this time fell to the ground, trembling all over, trying to get up, but couldn't move at all, only the head could move.

Zhou He smashed it a few times, directly smashing the bones of the old man's body.

If you want to recover, you can either suck blood, or you can recover by absorbing yin and moonlight essence.

Unfortunately, it has no chance.

Zhou He looked left and looked, and found that there was a huge stone grinding plate in the corner of the backyard, which seemed to weigh thousands of pounds.

Zhou He immediately walked over, luckily, and then shouted, and directly hugged the stone grinding plate.

Then he slowly walked to the zombie's side and let go.

"Boom!" The stone mill smashed the zombie directly into the ground.

"Okay, it's alright, go to sleep, I'm so sleepy, we will continue on our way in the morning tomorrow."

"Uh... ah... good." Qianhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva, dumbfounded.

At this time, he can really see the power of Zhou He.

It is really terrifying that such a heavy stone grinding plate can be carried so far, and it is no wonder that Zhou He's blood can play an extremely powerful role in Fulu.

"Looks like I'm going to use some Daoyou Zhou's blood to refine a few talismans." Qianhe rubbed his chin and thought.

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Early the next morning, the sun had just risen, and it was just before six o'clock.

Jiu Shu returned to Yizhuang with Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng tired.

They didn't notice anything wrong, because they came in the front yard, and the morgue, in the back yard.

"It seems that Junior Brother and the others haven't gotten up yet. Forget it, let's go to sleep first."

"You two, go, put a stick of incense on everyone in the morgue, I'm sleepy, I'll go take a nap first." Ninth Uncle rubbed his neck and searched for a night, and finally found a place that could The feng shui treasure land to suppress zombies.

"Don't be lazy for me, go to the incense and sleep." Jiu Shu urged.

"Yes, Master!" The two stretched their voices, seeming so unwilling.

But there is no way, who made them not come back yesterday, and they had no choice but to make up for it this morning.

Ninth Uncle just took off his coat and was about to lie down on the bed when he heard a scream from the backyard.

Ninth Uncle's face changed drastically, and he seemed to think of something bad. He didn't even bother to wear his clothes. He picked up the peach wood sword beside him and headed towards the morgue.

When Uncle Ninth came to the morgue and saw the scattered coffins, his face became extremely ugly.

At this time, he also saw the broken door and the huge stone grinding disc outside the yard.

"Zombies, there are zombies." Wen Cai hid in the distance with a look of fear.

"Master, Master, look, zombie, there is a zombie under the grinding wheel, Mr. Ren." Qiu Sheng squatted on the edge of the grinding wheel and pointed at the zombie with half of its head slightly exposed.

Fortunately, the grinding disc was big enough to block the sunlight for the zombie, otherwise, the zombie would have died in the sunlight.

"What... what's going on here?" Uncle Jiu hurried over and squatted down to check.

This is indeed a zombie. Last night, the old man had turned into a corpse, but why was the zombie pressed under the grinding wheel?

"Could it be... Zhou He?" Uncle Jiu said that his junior brother said that Zhou He's force was superb, and he was the one who suppressed the zombies on the van.

"Senior brother, you are back. Last night, the zombies broke the coffin and were suppressed here by fellow Daoist Zhou." At this time, Qianhe walked from the morgue to the backyard.

"Sure enough, it's Fellow Daoist Zhou. Fortunately, he is there. Otherwise, this zombie's broken coffin will cause endless disasters." Jiu Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, the ink bucket lines have all been played on this coffin. It stands to reason that it can't break the coffin. It's strange." Ninth Uncle looked puzzled.

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Chapter 63 Please also destroy my father!

Suddenly, Ninth Uncle saw a coffin board with no ink line, and his face sank all of a sudden.

"Qiusheng, Wencai, are you two sure that you have both ejected the ink bucket from the coffin?" Uncle Jiu looked at the two of them with a bad face.

"Master, we have definitely played it all, and there is no place left." Qiu Sheng said.

"Yes, yes, I think this zombie is so powerful that it can break through the seal of the ink bucket line." Wen Cai said.

"Oh? Is that so? Then look at this board, why isn't it on it?" Uncle Ninth walked up to him, kicked the board at the bottom of the coffin, and said.

Qiusheng and Wencai heard the words and looked at them, and all of them secretly thought that they were not good.

They actually had a spot where they didn't have a bullet.

"It's all Qiusheng's fault. I originally wanted to check, but Qiusheng shot me with ink, so I didn't check." Wen Cai directly threw the blame.

"Nonsense, you dumped my ink first, and I had to check it too." Qiu Sheng was not to be outdone.

"Enough, the two of you, it's great, both of you go to stand for me and sleep for an hour." Jiu Shu said angrily.

"Ah? Do you want to stand for an hour?"

"Master... I..."

The faces of the two suddenly collapsed, and they wanted to refute, but when they saw Uncle Ninth's cannibalistic gaze, they could only walk towards the yard in despair.

"Wait, you push the grinding wheel away first, and let the sun kill the zombies before you stand up." Ninth Uncle said.

When the two heard the words, they ran over immediately, and then tried their best, but they couldn't move.

"Master, this is so heavy that the two of us can't push it." Qiu Sheng said.

"It's really useless, the three of us pushed together."

A minute later, Uncle Jiu patted the dust off his hands and said, "Let him hang here first, Qiu Sheng, you go to the Ren Mansion and ask Master Ren to come over."

"This zombie is also Master Ren's father. If we want to dispose of him, we need to get the consent of Master Ren." Ninth Uncle said.

"Okay, Master." Qiu Sheng heard the words and heard that he didn't need to stand up, and his face suddenly became happy, and hurriedly rode his bicycle towards Ren's house.

"You continue to stand for me, there is not an hour, don't want to sleep." Jiu Shu said towards Wen Cai.

"Oh, Master." Wen Cai reluctantly stood up on the corridor. He was also very smart. The corridor was sheltered by eaves and would not be exposed to the sun.

At this moment, Zhou He walked out of the morgue with Hache.

"Ah~~~! It's so lively, hey, this zombie hasn't been killed by the sun yet, oh, it was blocked by the millstone." Zhou He let out a surprise, and then strode towards the millstone.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou is awake? Thanks to your shot yesterday, otherwise, this zombie will definitely be a disaster for the world." Jiu Shu said.

"It's a small matter, wait for me to take the stone grinding plate away and kill the zombies first. By the way, Wencai, you can make breakfast. I am so hungry." Zhou He came to the stone grinding plate, and then moved towards the man who was standing on horseback. Wen Cai said.

"That...Master..." Wen Cai was happy in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, but looked at Uncle Jiu.

"Make something delicious, hurry up." Ninth Uncle said.