Little Taoist, don't run! [Entertainment]

The last thing a zombie can touch is the breath of a stranger. After Mao Xiaosheng yelled, Wei Fugui immediately covered his nose, and collapsed on the ground without daring to breathe, watching the corpse step over his body .

Mao Xiaosheng also held his breath, stepped in front of the zombie, raised his hand and pasted a piece of talisman, unexpectedly, the talisman did not stop the zombie's movements, but exposed his traces, crooked With a low growl, the neck-stretched corpse ran straight towards him.

Puzzled in his heart why the talisman paper dotted with cinnabar was useless, Mao Xiaosheng saw the hands stretched out with long blue nails and white hair rushing towards him, he deftly turned over and rolled on the ground for a week to avoid the attack.

"Dangdang——" Following his movements, the bell hanging from the braid behind his head rang, and he took out another piece of talisman paper from his bag to cover his chest, and Mao Xiaosheng looked at the slightly slow-moving zombie in front of him. .

The moment Wei Defa's corpse heard the sound of the bell, its movements froze for a moment, but it quickly rushed over again, with sharp fangs exposed in its long mouth, and protruding eyeballs hung in their sockets.

The corpse of the dead body is extremely powerful, and the speed of movement is amazingly fast. Although the limbs are not flexible, but the body is extremely rigid due to the rigidity of the muscles for many years of death, and there is no pain. Seeing the zombie flying towards Mao Xiaosheng, a picture His face was flushed, Wei Fugui didn't dare to make a sound, so he couldn't help but gasp in a low voice.

Mao Xiaosheng, on the other hand, had a calm face, and he stayed on the spot without any fear. His right foot stepped slightly in front of his left foot into a "eight" shape, his knees were slightly bent, and he lowered his body slightly. He held the talisman paper in one hand to protect his chest, and Quickly pinched a finger with one hand, and seeing the zombie rushing towards him, the right foot standing in front stood on tiptoe and swiped backwards. paws.

The zombie who jumped on an empty space jumped two steps forward and then stopped suddenly. Instead of attacking Mao Xiaosheng, he went straight towards Wei Fugui who was secretly taking a breath.

Seeing that Mao Xiaosheng dealt with the zombie with ease, Wei Fugui was not so scared anymore, he couldn't stand the suffocation, he quietly took a deep breath from his hand, unexpectedly, when he felt his breath, The zombie rushed towards him, and suddenly screamed in fright.

"Back!" Mao Xiaosheng yelled. Originally, he would probably be able to deal with it quickly by himself, but now there is Wei Fugui by his side, and most of the zombie's resentment will be attached to his descendants, so Wei Fugui will naturally become The main target of this corpse.

"Damn!!!" Wei Fugui screamed and hurriedly climbed two steps towards the bushes. Before he could hide himself, he saw two claws with long nails and the back of his hand covered with long white hairs. Stretched out in front of him, the smell of the corpse came in his nostrils, before he could scream, his shoulders were clamped vigorously, his whole body was thrown into the air, and then he fell heavily into the soil, rolling over for two weeks.

Mao Xiaosheng yelled, took out his peach wood sword with his left hand, held the talisman paper with his right hand and jumped towards the zombie who was about to catch Wei Fugui, kicked the zombie on the neck, and kicked the corpse violently. Falling to the ground, he pasted the talisman on the zombie's forehead without hesitation, and the mahogany sword in his right hand ruthlessly pierced into the zombie's heart.

The zombie with a purple-black complexion but white-haired arms shook frantically a few times, and then remained silent.

Heaved a sigh of relief, Mao Xiaosheng saw that the zombie did not move anymore and raised his hand to pull out the wooden sword. There was no blood on the sword, only black mucus. He picked up a few leaves from the side to wipe off the dirt on the sword, and turned to Wei Fugui walked over.

"Are you OK?"

Standing under the moonlight, Mao Xiaosheng looked down at the man who was clutching his stomach and coughing continuously, and didn't intend to reach out to help him. What Wei Fugui said just now was simply unfilial, and Mao Xiaosheng didn't sympathize with such a madman.

"Ahem——" Wei Fugui coughed in pain, feeling that his internal organs were already tangled together, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth, and when he saw that he was coughing up blood, he was instantly frightened and stupid, hugging Mao Xiaosheng's thighs began to wail loudly, and while crying, he muttered: "Master Dao, I'm vomiting blood! I'm not going to die!" All the snot and tears were wiped on his trouser legs.

Sighing, Mao Xiaosheng finally knelt down, pulled one hand of the crying and fussy man to feel for the pulse, then looked at the place Wei Fugui had just been grabbed by the zombie's hand, and said There was no trace of nail piercing or bleeding, so he shook off the person wrapped around his feet, and said lightly, "I can't die."

As soon as he heard that he was fine, Wei Fugui stopped crying immediately, wiped his nose and asked Mao Xiaosheng: "Master Daoist, I..."

Suddenly, Wei Fugui fell silent, his mouth was opened wide, his lips trembled and he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were staring like copper bells, he slowly raised his right hand, and pointed tremblingly towards Mao Xiaosheng's back , as if seeing something horrible.

A gust of wind blew through the woods, and Mao Xiaosheng felt the bell hanging on the braid behind his back tremble a few times, his heart tightened, and he turned around suddenly, only to see a black shadow sweeping in front of him, before he had time to dodge, he hurriedly lifted the He blocked it with his arm, but he was sent flying by a powerful force, and his whole body flew into the air, and his back slammed into the trunk of a locust tree.

I only felt a sharp pain in my back and a buzzing in my head, but at this moment, I didn't have time to think about it, Mao Xiaosheng resisted the pain and quickly got up from the ground, took the mahogany sword to protect his chest, and waited for the golden stars in front of him to disperse Only then did he focus on the situation in front of him.

The zombie that had already been scattered was now jumping towards the screaming Wei Fugui with claws and claws. It was seen that long green hairs had grown on the zombie's face, thickly covering the entire sunken face, The long white hair exposed on the arm also turned green somehow, the big hole in the chest made by Mao Xiaosheng's mahogany sword kept dripping black pus and blood, and the white shroud was also stained with filth.

With a twinge in his heart, this white stiff turned into a green stiff after being ruined. Mao Xiaosheng was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it. The most important thing right now is to save Wei Fugui.

With one hand, he took out a palm-sized ink fountain from the cloth bag, pulled out the ink fountain thread inside, bit his index finger without hesitation, pressed the bleeding wound on the ink fountain thread, The whole cotton thread was soaked in blood and dyed red.

The pain in his back stimulated his senses, which made his mind clear. He ran a few steps to get behind the zombie who was approaching Wei Fugui. On the neck of the zombie with its mouth wide open, after two quick circles, both feet stepped on the stiff back of the zombie, and both arms pulled back vigorously, strangling the neck of the zombie. With a kick, he kicked the heavy corpse up.

Turning around in the air, Mao Xiaosheng put his knees against the zombie's chest and sank down hard. With a "bang", the corpse fell heavily to the ground, and the dust immediately flew up.

Mao Xiaosheng didn't stop, he dragged the ink fountain line tied around the zombie's neck, ran towards the woods on both sides, wound a few times of cotton thread around the trunks of several locust trees, and finally stood in the formation that was formed by the line. Not far from the zombie in the center, he mastered a five-element palm formula, whispered a few times, and pulled the ink fountain line in his hand violently with the other hand.

The ink fountain lines that formed into formations shone with golden light, and the green-haired zombie trapped in the middle roared, his stiff arms waved wildly, his legs and feet trembled unceasingly, and his protruding eyes It turned crazily as if it was about to jump out, black liquid emerged from the corners of its eyes, and the big mouth full of fangs grew abnormally large.

The ink fountain thread wrapped around the zombie's neck sank a little into the stiff flesh of the corpse. Seeing that the time was ripe, Mao Xiaosheng wrapped the ink fountain thread twice in his palm and tightened it tighter. He stepped forward with his right foot, left foot Drawing an arc behind him, he turned around and leaned back like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and retreated three steps quickly, walking in the Leihuo step.

"The sky is clear and the earth is spiritual, ten directions and three realms, the thunder is ordering, I invite the general of the five thunders to kill the demons..." Mao Xiaosheng's voice of incantation seemed to penetrate the sky, like an ethereal voice coming from a distant place.

I saw his eyes grow slightly, black pupils with golden threads, the hand that was holding the thread tightly clenched into a fist, raised his hand and raised a piece of talisman paper, on the yellow paper was painted with complicated talisman seals in cinnabar, Mao Xiaosheng He raised his hand and threw the talisman out, a golden light flashed across the night sky like a sharpened sword, and hit the zombie straight on the forehead.

"The fire of the gods is as fast as the law!"

With a loud shout at the end, strong winds blew up all around, and several thunderclaps sounded inexplicably in the originally clear sky, and then a bolt of lightning struck the struggling zombie's head.

All of a sudden, the fire was everywhere, and the whole body of the zombie was on fire. It roared in pain a few times in the fire. The corpse was completely devoured, and turbid black smoke rose from the burning corpse, and the stench and burnt smell of the corpse spread around.

Mao Xiaosheng quietly watched the corpse finally burnt into black charcoal and did not move at all. Then he let go of the ink fountain thread he had been holding in his hand, stared at the cloud of black dust, and finally sighed. tone.

A gust of wind blows, blowing up the burnt dust...

Wei Fugui, who fell to the side, had already been stupefied for a long time. He stared blankly at Mao Xiaosheng's closing ceremony and gave it away. Then he suddenly came back to his senses. He also respected Mao Xiaosheng a lot, and climbed carefully to his bed. At his feet, he raised his head and asked, "Master Dao, you, you, you are so powerful...then... are you really all right this time?"

Seeing that the man kneeling on the ground would rather kneel himself than kowtow to his grandfather, Mao Xiaosheng refused to pay attention to this man, and walked towards the black wreckage. The charred corpse still had a few broken bones. He He bent down and pasted a talisman on the charred corpse, moved his lips slightly, the bones were completely reduced to ashes, and all of them were scattered into the bushes by a gust of wind, except for a black mark on the ground, there was no sign of any damage. other traces.

"Daoist..." Wei Fugui also saw Mao Xiaosheng's disdain for him, and knew that he was greedy. He walked behind the person with the fluttering pigtails with his head down, hesitated and said, "Can you tell me how to make me feel like I'm a little girl?" Is grandpa going to feel at ease? Although the old man's body is gone, I still want to bury him. "

"Alas..." Mao Xiaosheng sighed softly. Just now he had already figured out why it became like this. This land belongs to Yin, and the Yin Qi gathers together with the moonlight, and finally Wei Fugui, who is of the same blood, is providing zombies with blood. It was his negligence that made the corpse mutate because of anger, and he blamed himself for destroying the old man's corpse, and his attitude towards Wei Fugui became much calmer.

"This acupuncture point can't be tapped in one place anymore," he said after a pause, "I can't stay here for a long time, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a good place for you soon..." Thinking that he had to rush back Mao Xiaosheng, the great god who served his family, had a headache again.

"Then what should I do..." Wei Fugui also showed embarrassment. At this time, the only person he could rely on was the little Taoist priest in front of him.

Looking up at the moon and estimating the time, Mao Xiaosheng felt that if he didn't leave quickly, he would never be able to make it back to the hotel in time, and it would not take a day to find the right acupuncture point, so he said apologetically to Wei Fugui: "Right now Close the coffin, fill up the tomb, go back and find a Feng Shui master to pick an auspicious day to move the grave."

Seeing Mao Xiaosheng's impatience, Wei Fugui nodded, bowed deeply to Mao Xiaosheng, and said gratefully: "Master Daoist, if I didn't have you today, I would definitely die here. I will be a good man in the future. Give incense to my grandfather every year."

Seeing that this person knew his way back when he lost his way, Mao Xiaosheng also nodded in relief, and after a few more instructions, he ran towards the hotel outside the woods. The sun was setting, and he quickened his pace, the pain in Ninja's back, and he ran all the way towards the hotel.

When we got outside the hotel, the sky was already bright, and the sun was hanging slantingly on the horizon. Panting heavily, Mao Xiaosheng just walked downstairs and his phone in his bag vibrated, "The boss is calling!" The ringtone It rang desperately.

After calming down his turbulent breath, Mao Xiaosheng picked up the phone, and Ji Qi's lazy voice came out from the receiver. The deep voice had a lazy taste, and it was magnetic that could not be said on the phone, "Get up No? Wait in my room, the food delivery is coming..." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Mao Xiaosheng put the phone back into the bag, only feeling the burning pain in the place where his back was dropped, he clenched his mouth and teeth tightly to resist the pain, he stepped into the hotel and went directly to Ji Qi's room.