Uncle Jiu: I am Shi Shaojian, and I have the highest level of thunder magic at the beginning.

"No, sir!"

Just as Wu was about to have someone remove the tent that was half erected on the copper-horned golden coffin, Taoist Qianhe came over to stop him.

"The ink fountain net on the copper-horned golden coffin cannot withstand moisture!"

"The thunderstorm is coming. If the tent is not erected in time and the ink fountain is soaked in water, it will be a disaster!"

Taoist Qianhe's words were heartfelt, but Wu was determined to enjoy himself first.

"I don't think it's a big deal!"

"Isn't it raining yet? Serve our prince first!"

"Only in this way can you have wealth and glory!"

"Don't forget that you have received a lot of money from me!"

Wu glanced at Taoist Qianhe with disdain.

In his opinion, Qianhe and his group were the kind of escort agents who were paid to do things.

What Maoshan and what zombies are all exaggerations, just to cheat them of their money.

This trip was to escort the corpse of the frontier prince of the royal family to the capital for burial, and its ultimate goal was to bring the last young prince in the palace back to the capital.

The royal family in the frontier now only has the young prince as the only child. The frontier is no longer safe, and only the capital can allow him to grow up safely.

Chief Steward Wu sold most of the palace's property on behalf of the young prince, and all the palace's belongings are now in his custody.

It is not easy to live in the capital. Without the supply from the frontier, Chief Steward Wu can imagine the scene of life becoming tight after returning to the capital.

He couldn't help but calculate carefully.

Chief Steward Wu's remarks left Taoist Qianhe speechless.

He did receive a lot of money from the palace this time, and the price increased tenfold compared to the previous corpse driving.

But compared with ordinary corpse driving, escorting a royal zombie with dragon energy is completely different in terms of danger.

Taoist Qianhe's asking price was already very low compared to his peers.

But Wu Zongguan was not only ignorant, but also very superficial.

"This..."

"What this and that, why don't you hurry up and do what I ask!"

Zhenguan Wu interrupted Taoist Qianhe's hesitation, then pointed at the four people in the east, south, west and north and ordered loudly.

"Master!"

The four people in the east, south, west and north clenched their fists and wanted to hit the annoying eunuch with a hammer.

But they were stopped by Taoist Qianhe.

"Forget it!"

"Go and help immediately, set up the tent first!"

"Wait until they are settled, and then push the golden coffin in!"

The supplies they brought this time were very tight, and they could only set up two tents, one large and one small.

Since Wu Zongguan strongly requested to set up the big tent first so that the little master could move in as soon as possible, Taoist Qianhe decided to fulfill his wish first.

"Yes, Master!"

No matter how aggrieved Dongnanxixi felt, Taoist Qianhe had made a decision and they could only obey.

Fortunately, with Shi Shaojian's reminder, Taoist Qianhe was careful in advance and had enough time to set up the two tents.

Soon, two tents, one large and one small, were built on a small open space in the deep mountains, leaning against a leeward slope.

"Huh!"

After pushing the copper-horned golden coffin into the small tent with the four people from Dongnanxixixi, Taoist Qianhe looked at the water drops that had fallen from the sky and subconsciously sighed with emotion.

"Fortunately, we made it!"

Under the leeward slope and in the deep mountains and old forests, no matter how strong the wind was outside, it would not affect the copper-horned golden coffin in the small tent.

In the absence of strong winds, even if it rained heavily in a while, it would not wet the ink fountain net.

Seeing such a scene, Taoist Qianhe was temporarily relieved.

But it does not mean that it is foolproof.

Boom!

As the rain intensified, silver-white lightning flashed in the dark sky outside.

And as time passed, the thunder in the air continued to increase.

The increasing power of the sky in the night sky seemed very abnormal, and even a master like Taoist Qianhe felt a little dangerous.

"Now it depends on whether God will favor us!"

"Master, bless us, everything will go smoothly!"

At this time, neither wind nor rain could affect the golden coffin, but thunder was different.

Taoist Qianhe could only pray that the thunder in the sky would not fall on the copper-horned golden coffin.

If the silver snake flashing in the sky landed, the small tent on the golden coffin would not be able to resist it at all.

But, what you fear often comes true.

"Crackle!"

A huge silver snake connecting the sky and the earth suddenly appeared, and immediately illuminated the small camp where Taoist Qianhe and his men were temporarily stationed.

Before Taoist Qianhe could react, in his horrified eyesIn the middle, the thunder directly struck the small tent where the copper-horned golden coffin was.

"Not good!"

Taoist Qianhe let out a very weak cry.

Under his shocked eyes, the small tent did not even last for a second and turned into ashes completely.

The powerful thunder and lightning fell on the copper-horned golden coffin, instantly arousing the ink fountain net and the seven-star magic-sealing formation arranged by the coffin nails.

A series of golden lights rose into the air, hooked together with the half-meter above the golden coffin, and turned into a large net, which was inverted on the copper-horned golden coffin.

Boom!

At the moment when the bowl-shaped golden protective shield was formed, the more powerful thunder power above fell completely.

The golden light and the silver light collided with each other, and they were directly deadlocked for a short time.

Until a cup of tea.

As the ink marks on the copper-horned golden coffin completely dimmed, the golden light, which had no follow-up power, was completely defeated.

But the previous silver snake only had three points of strength left.

"It's bad!"

Master Qianhe knew that the thunderbolt was aimed at killing the zombies of the royal family.

But most of the power was directly consumed in fighting against the ink net and the seven-star magic-sealing array he had set up before.

The remaining power was not enough to kill the zombies.

Without the suppression of the ink net and the seven-star magic-sealing array, the zombies in the copper-horned golden coffin were about to escape.

Master Qianhe was experienced and knew that he had to be prepared now.

Fortunately, Master Qianhe had a plan for the zombies to escape.

At this time, the few people were not panicked.

"East, South, West, North, bring the rope!"

After hearing Master Qianhe's order, the four people in the east, south, west, north and south immediately took out the thick ropes they had prepared long ago.

The diameter of the rope was thicker than Master Qianhe's forearm.

This was soaked in chicken blood ink before the trip, when Master Qianhe learned that the royal family of the frontier had turned into zombies.

The five masters and apprentices stood in position, surrounded the copper-horned golden coffin in the middle, and waited for the zombie to break out of the coffin.

Although the previous thunder did not kill the zombie, it also caused it to suffer considerable injuries.

Taoist Master Qianhe and his apprentices waited for a while.

Bang!

A loud noise!

"Stop it!"