The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

"who are you?"

Wei Xiu asked sternly.

The person who came was Lin Mo, and he ignored Wei Xiu.

He walked straight to a fallen zombie and picked up the oil paper bag scattered on the ground.

With a gentle tear, the three words "Fu Shou Gao" appeared clearly.

Lin Mo raised his head, looked at Wei Xiu with sharp eyes, and spoke in a calm tone.

"I never thought that the corpse-driving sect would secretly engage in the business of transporting the longevity cream."

"Fu Shou Gao?! Master, you...how could you!"

Gong Fan's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He never dreamed that the master whom he had always respected like a father.

They actually used the cover of transporting corpses to hide the longevity cream on the dead bodies, trying to sneak it out of the city.

No wonder Wei Xiu reacted so strongly just after he took a second look!

You know, at that time the Nationalist government explicitly banned the sale of longevity cream.

This thing is simply a cancer of society, causing countless families to be broken up and wives and children to be separated.

And Gong Fan hated the Fu Shou Gao to the core.

He will never forget that his father was addicted to this drug and sold him to human traffickers in exchange for drug money.

Fortunately, he was not destined to die and escaped halfway. He lived on the streets and was then adopted by Wei Xiu.

"Now that you have discovered this secret, don't even think about leaving here alive!"

Wei Xiu raised his hand and slapped Gong Fan.

The palm wind is fierce and murderous intent is evident!

If this palm strike hits hard, Gong Fan will definitely die!

however.

How could Lin Mo watch the other party kill people right under his nose?

He waved his sleeves lightly, and a red light shot out like lightning, hitting Wei Xiu directly.

Wei Xiu's eyes flashed, and he felt a strong murderous aura.

He did not dare to be careless, and quickly gave up Gong Fan and swung out the peach wood sword to fight back.

"Whoosh!"

The blood-marked steel needle instantly pierced through the peach wood sword, leaving a thumb-sized hole on it.

"Magical weapon?!"

Wei Xiu's face suddenly turned gloomy.

The other party is actually from the Taoist sect!

He hurriedly took out a few copper coins from his pocket and threw them at the blood-marked steel needle.

"Dangdangdang——"

The copper coin collided with the steel needle, sparks flying.

The huge impact force caused all the copper coins to bounce back and embed deeply into the trunks of several large trees nearby.

However, the blood-marked steel needle seemed to have its own spirit and was not affected at all, continuing to shoot towards Wei Xiu.

Wei Xiu turned pale with fear, and he kept shouting, "Senior, we have no grudges against each other, why do you have to kill us all?"

Unfortunately, Lin Mo was not moved at all.

In his eyes, Wei Xiu was just an insignificant little character.

To kill or not to kill is entirely up to him.

"Okay, you forced me to do this!"

Seeing Lin Mo's aggressiveness, Wei Xiu's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.

He pulled the body bag off his waist.

When Gong Fan saw this, he seemed to have thought of something and his face turned pale instantly.

He shouted at Lin Mo: "Run!"

But Lin Mo seemed not to hear it, and instead looked curious.

Wei Xiu took out a shroud of ancient color from the body bag.

Suddenly, an indescribable stench spread out, so pungent that people could not help but frown and cover their noses.

Wei Xiu yanked the shroud away violently.

Suddenly, black fog billowed and three skeletons emerged from it.

There was a bloodthirsty look in his eyes as he stared straight at Lin Mo.

"This is the shroud used by my ancestor Ying Gou. Let's see how you deal with it!"

Wei Xiu sneered complacently, his tone full of pride.

"It's just an ordinary ghost, not that rare."

Lin Mo shook his head disinterestedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand as if swatting a fly.

A skeleton's head exploded instantly, fragments flew everywhere, and black mist rolled.

"Do you think that's all?"

Wei Xiu smiled slightly.

He shook his wrist, and the shroud began to rustle, unrolling like a long scroll.

A large amount of black mist gushed out from inside, sweeping up the skull fragments on the ground.

The black fog dissipated, and the skull that was smashed by Lin Mo was miraculously put together again, intact.

"Yes, this is quite interesting!"

Lin Mo looked at the shroud with interest.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally tell that it was a rare magical weapon.

"Roar!"

Three skeletons roared and rushed over, raising waves of black mist.

There was a flash of brutality in Wei Xiu's eyes.

He waved his hands, and the shroud suddenly spread out, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

It was not until then that Lin Mo saw the true appearance of the shroud.

There were blood stains on it and countless hideous skull patterns outlined on it.

Layers of black gas spread out from the shroud, and there were gusts of cold wind.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been dizzy by this cold wind.

However, Lin Mo is not an ordinary person.

The blood in his body was churning like the scorching sun in the sky.

After the cold wind circled around his body, it dissipated on its own, leaving no trace.

Gong Fan was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect Lin Mo to be so powerful.

It seems that I worried for nothing.

A hint of surprise flashed across Wei Xiu's eyes.

But then, he froze.

In Lin Mo's palm, electric light kept flashing and jumping like a living thing.

A terrifying thunderous force was gathering rapidly.

"Thunder magic? You...you are from Maoshan Sect?!"

Wei Xiu's voice trembled in disbelief.

"Yuan Ling Palm Thunder!"

Lin Mo let out a low shout, and three dazzling bolts of lightning instantly burst out from his palm.

Like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, it blasted the three skeletons into ashes!

As for Wei Xiu, before he could react, a blood-marked steel needle pierced through his forehead. His eyes widened and he fell to the ground with a bang!

"Master!"

Gong Fan knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, his voice heartbreaking.

"He wants to kill you, and you still recognize him?" Lin Mo asked in surprise.

"Once a teacher, always a father. Even if he wants to kill me, it cannot change the fact that he is my master."

Gong Fan raised his head, his face full of tears, and said firmly.

Lin Mo looked at him, was silent for a moment, and sighed: "Since you have a pure heart, I won't care so much. You can take these corpses and leave!"

"Thank you, Master!" Gong Fan kowtowed repeatedly.

"I'll leave those longevity creams to you." Lin Mo nodded slightly.

Turning around, he picked up the body bag that fell beside Wei Xiu, and left with the white zombie.

Looking at Lin Mo's departing back, Gong Fan felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Thinking of what his master had done to him just now, his heart ached even more.

"Master, I don't know why you use corpses to transport poison, but I know that those longevity creams are harmful to people, and I want to destroy them all!"

Gong Fan muttered to himself.

He knew that his master was the descendant of the corpse-driving tradition.

I was worried that after my master died and was buried in this extremely dark place, he would turn into a zombie.

So he planned to burn the longevity cream and his master's body together in a fire.

Gong Fan searched the corpses and took off the longevity creams that were tied to their bodies.

Then, he picked up a bundle of firewood and lit it, and immediately flames shot up into the sky.

Gong Fan threw all the longevity cream into the fire.

Suddenly a pungent smell quickly spread.

Fortunately, there is no one living around here, otherwise the gas produced by the burning of the longevity cream would be enough to drive people crazy.

However, the animals in the forest suffered.

Everyone was dizzy and confused.

Although his master was gone, Gong Fan did not intend to give up on his promise to his employers to transport the body.

He immediately clasped his hands together and began to perform the corpse-driving technique.

"rise!"

The corpses were ejected one after another.

"Yin people go on the road, Yang people avoid -"

The crisp sound of bells rang out, and Gong Fan took them and strode away from this place of trouble.

The figure gradually walked away in the night.