How to Feed a Baby Zombie

After Fu Lin broke in, he immediately pinched a little golden light to concentrate the magic power in his palm, and then tapped on the zombie's back, unexpectedly it was broken in the next second.

"How could it be?" Fu Lin's face changed, and he stabbed with peach wood sword luck, and was bounced back immediately.

"What are you doing!" He Hanzhou pinched the young man's chin to prevent him from gnawing on his neck, while looking at Fu Lin sullenly.

"There's nothing I can do with him!" After Fu Lin cursed, he used all the magic weapons that he carried with him, but he couldn't hurt the zombie a single bit.

This thing didn't seem to be afraid of these spells at all, and it couldn't even do anything to ward off evil spirits. In the end, Fu Lin was forced to use the corpse-suppressing talisman drawn by his grandfather to barely hold him.

He Hanzhou pushed away the young man who had been restrained, stood up, straightened his clothes, cast a sideways glance and said, "What talisman paper did you give, it's useless at all."

Fu Lin said confidently: "It can't be my fault, it's because this zombie is too special, and the magic power of the spell I cast is not enough."

Then, he pointed to the talisman paper on the young man's forehead and said, "This is drawn by my grandpa, it should be able to suppress him for a while."

Tao didn't know that she couldn't move at all this time, so she could only lie on the bed and stare blankly, full of depression.

I didn't get a dime, so why did I still have a stinky Taoist priest?

Fu Lin caught the change in his expression, so he observed around him, and said in admiration: "It's the first time I saw such a beautiful zombie. After so many years of death, the skin is still so tender. It's really rare. Look at this body Clothes, maybe hundreds of years ago, they were still princes and nobles."

Tao didn't know how to stare at him fiercely, and felt a little more disgusted at the stinky Taoist priest.

Fu Lin was delighted: "Look, how cleverly this roll of eyes is."

Tao was so angry that she closed her eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

He Hanzhou was not in the mood to listen to Fu Lin's nonsense, so he kicked him, signaling him to be more serious: "What's going on?"

How did this zombie appear?How could they find him?

Fu Lin restrained his scrutinizing eyes, and spread his hands helplessly: "I don't know."

Then you are still a fart priest!

He Hanzhou strongly suspected that it was a pretense that this person quit his job in the police station and said that he wanted to go home and inherit the Daotang.

Fu Lin finally said seriously: "To be honest, my family has subdued so many zombies, but I have never seen this type."

"What do you mean?" He Hanzhou asked.

Fu Lin sat on the chair next to him, opened a bottle of mineral water, drank half of the bottle before saying, "Do you know how zombies come here?"

He Hanzhou glanced at the handsome face of the zombie boy, and handed Fu Lin a cigarette a little irritably, motioning him to continue.

Fu Lin lit a cigarette, exhaled slowly and continued: "After death, it is difficult to close one's eyes. If one breath is stuck in the chest and cannot be swallowed, that is called resentment. Generally speaking, the more resentful a person is, the more deadly he is. The more likely it will be."

"And he..."

Fu Lin stared at Tao Bubu, observed carefully for a while, his eyes gradually deepened: "I don't feel any resentment from him."

"And he doesn't have the heavy corpse aura of ordinary zombies. Just looking at the surface, he is no different from a human being, as if he is half human and half dead, which is very strange."

"What should we do now?" He Hanzhou was not interested in these twists and turns, and only cared about how to deal with this difficult guy next.

"I can't take him with my mana." Fu Lin then asked, "Where did you find him?"

"On the nearby mountain." He Hanzhou suddenly remembered that he fell into the tomb, which probably had something to do with it.

After listening to his speculation, Fu Lin extinguished the cigarette in his hand and said, "Take me to have a look."

Only by going to the burial place of this zombie can we find out the root of the problem.

"What about him?" He Hanzhou pointed to Tao Bubu in the corner.

Fu Lin got up leisurely, and put an enchantment in the room: "Let him stay here, my grandpa is very skilled in Taoism, and the spell he drew can fix this guy for at least a day or two."

When the two walked out of the hotel, it was almost dawn, so they simply had breakfast on the street before leaving. When they drove into the intersection of the country road, they ran into the pickup truck they met yesterday again.

The truck driver tactfully gave way. He Hanzhou glanced at the rearview mirror, saw the license plate number, and then looked away.

When passing by Lishui Village at the foot of the mountain, Fu Linqian leaned on the car window and took a few glances, and then said: "The Fengshui of this village is quite good, but the location of the ancestral hall seems to be crooked."

He Hanzhou didn't bother to talk to him, so he found an open space at the foot of the mountain and stopped the car.

The two went up the mountain together, and when they passed by the cliff, they could still see the police cordon. Fu Lin deliberately went over to take a look and asked, "Is this the murder scene?"

He Hanzhou took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and nodded.

Fu Lin also worked as a criminal policeman before, so he knew it was not easy, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he climbed up the big rock next to him, looked at the mountains in the distance and said, "Looking at it this way, this mountain range looks like a couple. wing."

He Hanzhou exhaled the smoke and said, "Whose wings?"

"Probably... it's a bat, our place happens to be the head", Fu Lin took a closer look, and casually said a few words: "The Flying Bat Cave is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and Luocheng is complete. This should be a good place. , but I just saw that the river below has dried up, there should be a problem with Feng Shui, which is probably not a good sign."

He Hanzhou raised his eyebrows: "It's pretty good."

Fu Lin smiled: "It's just superficial." He has a deep understanding of his own level.

He Hanzhou was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and after smoking a cigarette, he began to look for the tomb that he had dropped before.

Although it was dark that night and he couldn't see the road clearly, He Hanzhou still found the specific location in a short time with his keen sense of direction.

The two went down to the tomb while grabbing the vines that grew out. He Hanzhou turned on the light, and couldn't help being surprised when he saw the situation inside.

The coffin inside was gone, but there was a pile of ashes and charcoal on the ground. If you looked carefully, there was a small blue thing beside it.

Isn't that the lighter that was snatched from him?

He Hanzhou picked it up and looked at it, and immediately understood the whole story, no wonder that guy came to him and said he wanted to pay for the coffin...

"What's going on?" Seeing him in a daze, Fu Lin asked.

He Hanzhou put away the discarded lighter, and casually explained the matter.

Fu Lin listened to the music, and thought it was amazing: "I burned the coffin myself, it seems that this zombie's brain is not very good."

But at this moment, Tao, who was trapped in the hotel, suddenly sneezed and broke the spell by the way.

The lighting illuminated the dark tomb. After observing for a week, Fu Lin took out a compass to do some calculations, and muttered softly, "Xun, Li, Kun, Dui? Strange..."

He Hanzhou looked at his broken thoughts and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Fu Lin did a calculation based on the location of the tomb, and couldn't help being surprised when he came to the conclusion: "This tomb is actually a yin and eight trigrams."

He Hanzhou asked: "What do you mean?"

Fu Lin put away the compass, glanced around and said, "Generally speaking, the eight trigrams of the universe and the eight trigrams rule yin and yang, and only the harmony of yin and yang can be counted as good geomantic omen, and this tomb is designed according to the eight trigrams of yin, yin grows and yang disappears, and yin comes and yin receives , no wonder there will be zombies."

As he said that, his eyes fell on those stones again, and there was a trace of confusion in his dignified expression: "Look at these stones."

He Hanzhou followed his line of sight and found that under the wall of the tomb, there were dark red stones at intervals. Although they were already covered with moss, the incantations on them could still be vaguely seen.

Fu Lin approached one of the stones, brushed away the dust that fell on it, and picked up a small object.

"Copper coins?" He Hanzhou took a closer look and found that it was covered with stains.

Fu Lin's eyes darkened: "It's Tong Chi, this is stained with boy's blood."

"Every stone here has been cursed with blood, and the magic circle formed by them can suppress the souls in the coffin through yin channeling."

Fu Lin glanced over those stones one by one, and murmured in disbelief: "Ten? Ten-direction Soul Locking Formation..."

"No, there are only nine." He Hanzhou interjected.

Fu Lin froze, and counted again, and found that there were really only nine spirit stones, and one position was vacant.He took out the compass and calculated again, his brows became tighter and tighter: "How come? This should be the most important direction. Where did the main spirit go?"

Under his influence, He Hanzhou only had a superficial understanding of these aspects, so it was not easy to interrupt.

Fu Lin's eyes fell on one of the stones, staring at the blood stained on it, he frowned unconsciously: "Whose blood is that?"

He Hanzhou glanced at it and said, "Mine, I got hurt when I fell it earlier."

Fu Lin speculated for a while, and suddenly realized: "No wonder, using blood to break the blood curse, it should be that you accidentally hit and broke the formation that sealed him. Fortunately, you have a special fate, otherwise you will definitely be trapped in it, unable to get out. It's gone." Thinking up to this point, he was sweating for He Hanzhou.

"So exaggerated?" He Hanzhou obviously didn't believe it.

Fu Lin said very seriously: "Of course, this ten-direction soul-locking array needs to be set up by a master of Taoism. If ordinary people enter by mistake, their souls will be trapped by the blood spirits, and they will not be able to escape until the array is broken."

"Moreover, this formation is a bit evil. Although it can seal powerful resentful souls, the people who set up the formation also need to consume their own cultivation, and if they are not careful, they will be backlashed. It is said that it has been banned by Taoism for a long time. I accidentally saw it in the family's ancient books."

As he said that, the doubts in Fu Lin's heart increased again: "Why would someone prefer to waste their own cultivation to seal that zombie, but then spread a dark gossip to give him a way out? Isn't this contradictory? "

He Hanzhou also thought of this. He looked up at the few rays of sunlight seeping in from the entrance of the cave, and his mind became heavier.

At the same time, Tao, who had broken free from the spell, had already jumped around the room several times. Now that the sky was bright and the sun was shining through the curtains, he unconsciously squinted his eyes, feeling the fangs in his mouth slowly Disappeared.

Zombies are nocturnal animals, and they are generally very afraid of the sun. Although Tao is special in being able to walk in the sun, the yin element will still decline during the day, and the fangs will also disappear, and will grow back at night.

After pressing the tooth socket with the tip of his tongue, he tilted his head and looked at everything in the room, and his eyes fell on a black object.

Is that the burden of a dog man?

Let me see what is valuable.

Acting is worse than moving, Tao didn't know how to open the bag quickly, and found a few clothes and a pair of connected bracelets from inside.

Um?The silver bracelet seems to be quite valuable.

Finally got back some of the coffin books, Tao didn't know how to smile happily, and even forgot the damage caused by tooth decay.He played with the pair of silver bracelets with great interest, and even tried wearing them on his hands.

Unexpectedly, with a "click", the bracelet was locked, and his hands lost their freedom.

Tao was stunned, and after a while, he realized that there was a trap in the bracelet.

Not only do you want to renege on the debt, but you also set up a trap for him?

This dog man is really nothing!

The sun had completely risen, and the buildings on the street were covered with a layer of light. A fat young man walked out of the old Internet cafe, yawned, and walked into the canteen next to him.

"Boss, have a bottle of soda."

The boss brought him a bottle of soda from the refrigerator, and asked familiarly: "Xiao Pang, it's been up all night again, and your mother won't clean you up when you go back."

Xiao Pang smiled guilty, and quickly found an excuse to leave. He unscrewed the soda, drank it and walked towards home. When he reached the corner, he was suddenly blocked by a figure that jumped out.

It was Tao who didn't know that he finally broke the barrier and ran out, but he couldn't open the bracelet on his hand, so he wanted to come out and find someone to help.

Fatty was taken aback by him. Seeing the strange appearance of this man, he thought he was an actor who was filming a film, but after seeing the handcuffs in his hand, he denied his idea.

Tao didn't know how to shake her locked hands, wanting him to open them for help, so she asked for help with difficulty: "Hit..."

"beat……"

Call up?

"Understood." Xiaopang said, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello, 110? There's a fugitive here."