Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Master Lu, the head of the monks, looked nervous, and stepped forward a few steps, blocking the person closest to him behind him.

"Stay away from the coffin." As soon as he finished speaking, the lid of the coffin popped open instantly.A fat man with a bloated face and bleeding eyes jumped out of the coffin, grabbed the nearest man and bit him down.

The man who carried the coffin screamed and fled in all directions.The bitten person yelled, rolled his eyes white, and struggled repeatedly. Even if he didn't die, he was frightened to death.

Lu Zhenren's face was gloomy, his hands were still raised to stop the people behind him, and he muttered something.People behind him cried loudly: "Master! Let go! That's your own son!"

Zhao Xuehan was frightened by this sudden change.People die at night, corpses are cheated during the day, this place is too dangerous.

He turned his head to look at Yan Ke, Yan Ke was half squatting in the grass, looking at the chaotic funeral procession expressionlessly, as if he didn't intend to help.

Master Lu didn't know what mantra he was chanting, Zhao Xuehan felt as if several hours had passed, and the bitten person was almost out of breath, yet he hadn't finished chanting.He watched the people not far away crying and screaming. He was watching here, but he was helpless. He felt a little restless in his heart, and couldn't help but move slightly. The package wrapped in runes and spirit stones in his arms also Then moved a bit.

Zhao Xuehan pressed the package, and suddenly came up with an idea.

I don't know what the bag of runes is for, why not take this opportunity to throw a few on the corpse to try.If you happen to throw it right and get rid of the zombies, you are helping others; if you don't throw it right, there are Yan Ke and some immortals anyway, so there shouldn't be any big trouble.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuehan turned his back to Yan Ke, and quietly opened the package in his arms.The stack of runes was stacked neatly, Zhao Xuehan flipped through them roughly like some money, and took out a piece of runes that looked the most complicated.

How to throw this talisman on the zombie.Zhao Xuehan thought about it.He felt that he should flick the rune handsomely and refreshingly like an experienced monk.However, now that the distance is far away, Zhao Xuehan has no confidence in his skills.He was afraid that the rune would be limp like ordinary paper, and would fall into the grass in front of him within a few steps.

Zhao Xuehan thought for a while, then simply moved his hands, folded the rune into the shape of a paper airplane twice, then breathed out at the nose of the plane, while Yan Ke's attention was on the funeral crowd, pinched the hem of the plane towards the plane. The biting zombie rowed past.

Zhao Xuehan was not very optimistic about the probability of this rune reaching the target. He thought it would fly to the corpse at a normal and uniform speed like an ordinary paper airplane, and maybe it would be hit by other people's arms waving wildly.However, as soon as the plane left Zhao Xuehan's hand, it flew towards the target quickly with a whoosh sound like an arrow leaving the string, and stuck straight into the zombie's neck.

After the rune touched the flesh of the zombie, it quickly unfolded and stuck to the zombie's body.The zombie screamed and disappeared in an instant.

Damn, it turned out to be an invisibility talisman.Zhao Xuehan couldn't help cursing in his heart.It was really bright.

Before Master Lu could finish his spell, the zombie suddenly disappeared.He couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and his expression became a lot flustered.The mourners around were even more chaotic.The person held by the zombie has passed out.Amidst the noise, a few "squeaks" of teeth biting flesh still reminded people that zombies were still among the crowd.

Yan Ke turned her head and stared at Zhao Xuehan.He pursed his lips tightly, frowned slightly, and said nothing.A "what the hell are you doing" look.

Zhao Xuehan quickly covered the rune with his clothes and shrank to one side, pretending not to know anything, looking around at the scenery, his heart pounding.

He heard Yan Ke sighed softly, and then flicked his fingers slightly.A gust of wind swept across the grass and flew towards the crowd.The rune thrown by Zhao Xuehan appeared in the crowd, slapped a few times with the wind, and quietly shattered into several pieces without anyone noticing.

Zombies suddenly reappeared in the crowd.The mourners were terribly frightened by this, and all of them ran away in a hurry, and they didn't even have the energy to shout.Seeing the appearance of the zombie, Master Lu quickly seized this opportunity, stopped chanting lengthy incantations, but directly pulled out a sword from his waist, and cut off the zombie's head decisively.

The zombie's blood was stinky, and sprayed several feet away, and even splashed some on Zhao Xuehan's body.Zhao Xuehan finally understood why those monks would rather chant a mantra than use a knife.

Real person Lu was the closest to the zombie, and was splattered with blood, feeling a little embarrassed.He calmed down, wiped his face, and apologized to the mourners as much as possible: "I wanted to preserve Mr.'s body, but I thought the situation was so critical that I had no choice but to move my sword. I hope Mr.'s family will be happy."

The mourner was still in shock, and waved his hands again and again: "Where, where, Master Lu saved our lives, and we didn't even have time to thank you, so how can we blame you?" He looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and kept sighing: "Our master is so pitiful! Not to mention being killed by Moxiu, this kind of thing even happened during the funeral."

Master Lu frowned after hearing this.He walked to the coffin and looked up and down carefully. When he saw the pattern on the edge of the coffin, he showed a look of surprise.

"Who painted this pattern?" he asked the mourners.

"It's the mute painter," replied the mourner.

Master Lu was silent for a while, then shook his head with a stern expression.

"There is a problem with the pattern," he said, "cut off the pattern and bury this gentleman. It should be fine."

A frightened look flashed in the mourner's eyes.He hurriedly ordered someone to take out a knife on the spot, and shoveled off the patterns on the coffin one by one.

A line of small characters appeared next to Lu Zhenren's head.Zhao Xuehan looked at it, and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

He silently watched the group of people put the master who had lost his head back into the coffin, then bid farewell to the immortal, and started on the road again.He pressed his hand lightly on his chest.In addition to the runes, there is also a wooden board there, which is the one on the bucket of the dead boy Wang Wu, with day lilies painted on it.

"After an ordinary person dies, one of the three souls will follow the body before the burial, and then wander around the tomb after the burial." Yan Ke, who had been silent at the side, said suddenly.

"The man just now, although he has not been buried yet, has no soul in his body." He turned around and looked at Zhao Xuehan. "His three souls did not disappear naturally, but were taken away by someone."

It was rare for Yan Ke to explain this knowledge to him, Zhao Xuehan listened with pricked ears, and nodded as if he knew it already.

Seeing his appearance, Yan Ke narrowed his eyes slightly.At the same time, he slowly raised his hand.

Zhao Xuehan pointed his finger at himself, and the fine dust on the fingertips flew around, as if there was wind around it.He couldn't help becoming nervous again, and sweat began to drip from his forehead.

I'm afraid that Yan Ke found out that something was wrong when I threw the runes just now, so I finally have to deal with myself.

Yan Ke remained expressionless, fixed her eyes on Zhao Xuehan, and swung her raised hand down forcefully.

Seeing a strong wind blowing towards him, Zhao Xuehan involuntarily closed his eyes.

However, he closed his eyes and waited for a while, but the wind did not cut himself.Zhao Xuehan was puzzled, and opened his eyes slightly.

I saw a small piece of cloth on the chest of his clothes that was stained with zombie blood slowly flying up, Yan Ke moved his fingers lightly, and the small piece of cloth was separated from the clothes.

Looking at the small hole in Zhao Xuehan's clothes, Yan Ke's index and middle fingers moved up and down, and a very thin wind stirred up the silk thread beside the small hole, and the silk thread danced in the breeze, interspersed with each other for darning.Zhao Xuehan watched Yan Ke delicately cut off the blood-stained fabric on his clothes with a dull face, and then sewed up the hole completely.

As the last thread penetrated into the gap, Yan Ke waved his hand, and Zhao Xuehan felt a force to flatten the clothes on his chest.Compared with other places, the small part that was cut off was a bit tighter, but there was no difference at all.

Zhao Xuehan looked at his clothes, then at Yan Ke.There was chaos in his heart, and he had no idea what had just happened.

This man mends my clothes?Did you mend my clothes?So virtuous?

No...not right.Can't he mend clothes in the ordinary way?This is too scary!

Yan Ke stared at Zhao Xuehan, and Zhao Xuehan was terrified by him.He vaguely felt that Yan Ke seemed to be expecting his praise, but felt that this did not fit Yan Ke's image.

"Not bad." Although he felt wrong, Zhao Xuehan still pretended to be calm and reluctantly praised.

In short, if someone mends my clothes, it should be a compliment.Zhao Xuehan thought.

Unexpectedly, after hearing these two words, Yan Ke's expression became obviously gloomy.When Zhao Xuehan heard him sigh heavily, and at the same time saw the words "it's not like this" appearing next to his head, he couldn't help shaking.

Wrong again.

Yan Ke didn't say anything, but turned around without saying a word, and left silently.There were no words floating out of his head, which made Zhao Xuehan very confused, unable to understand what Yan Ke was thinking.

This person talks too little and doesn't think much.While following behind Yan Ke, Zhao Xuehan muttered in his heart that this mind-reading technique was useless to him at all.It's not as good as the eye surgery that I chose at the beginning.At least I don't have to worry about following Yan Ke.

Thinking of the eye surgery, Zhao Xuehan's heart twitched again.

He looked towards the sky, the sun was already westward, halfway through the next day, he didn't even touch the tail of the trick of eye surgery, the only thing he did that had any relevance was to chop the guy's slop bucket inexplicably.However, he has tried to chop something since then, but has not succeeded once.

He was afraid of Yan Ke, and he had been hiding from Yan Ke that he was not the real Demon Lord, so naturally he didn't dare to ask him for advice directly.But is there any other way to learn this skill?

Real person Lu.Zhao Xuehan's heart sank, thinking of the inner activities he had just seen.It is even impossible to ask them for advice.

As Zhao Xuehan walked, he was thinking sadly.He didn't think of a good way until he walked back to the inn.

When Yan Ke arrived at the inn, he went straight through the lobby and went back to the room.Zhao Xuehan hesitated for a moment. Even though he hadn't figured out how to learn luck from Yan Ke, he was still very resistant to entering the room with Yan Ke. The two looked at each other in embarrassment, so they simply sat in the lobby. down.

He ordered a pot of tea and some side dishes, and when he was about to untie the bag on his chest and study the runes, he saw two guys standing on a stool by the wall, each carrying a corner, and lifting a painting hanging on the wall. down.

The painting was huge, and it depicted a field of peonies, with bright colors and familiar style and brushstrokes.

Zhao Xuehan stared at the painting for a while, and then a waiter came up to pour tea for him.He slowly pushed the teacup towards Xiao Er, raised his head to gesture to the painting, and asked softly, "The painting on this wall is hanging well, why is it suddenly going to be removed?"