Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Uncle Jiu had just finished setting things up when he saw Wen Cai rushing over holding a torch.

"Master get out of the way!"

The idiot yelled and threw the torch directly at the zombie.

In an instant, the flying corpse was ignited by rapidly rising flames.

Seeing the flames on the zombie's body, Han Feng opened his mouth wide, feeling ill.

"Wen Cai! What are you doing!" Uncle Jiu snapped.

"Master, didn't the younger brother say that this thing can only be frozen for 3 minutes. I ran 300 meters just now and found a torch. Master, please praise me! Am I amazing!"

Wencai grinned foolishly.

Han Feng wished he could kick him flying.

But now that he couldn't care less, Han Feng flew over, picked up the bucket in the yard, and splashed it on the zombie's back.

Finally, the cloak on the back of the zombie finally put out the last flame.

Looking at the tattered cloak that was burned by the fire, Han Feng felt that his heart was bleeding.

"My cloak!"

Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai, "Look at what you've done!"

Wen Cai scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Isn't it just a cloak! At worst, I'll pay him one!"

"Compensation? Do you know the origin of this cloak? It is likely to be the only one in the world!"

Only then did Wen Cai realize that he had caused a catastrophe, and slipped out of the backyard in despair.

3 minutes!
It took only 3 minutes to take out my cloak, and it became like this.

Han Feng felt his heart was bleeding!

50000 System Coins!

Although 50000 is nothing to me, the money did not come by wind.

"Afeng, what material is your cloak made of?"

What kind of material can have this effect?

Uncle Jiu opened his eyes again today.

"Master, this coir raincoat is a treasure. It was given to my apprentice by a mysterious Taoist before. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the material. It is a treasure of spiritual weapons."

"Oh, that's it...that's really a pity."

Uncle Jiu sighed regretfully, and patted Han Feng on the shoulder, "It's okay, Master will ask Wen Cai to pay you back later!"

"Forget it, master, this thing can't be bought with a lot of money."

Although Han Feng's flesh hurts, he doesn't really care about literary talent.

We are all brothers of the same school, and our relationship is so good on weekdays, we definitely won't get stiff because of a cloak.

3, 2, 1...

Three seconds later, there was a clicking sound behind Han Feng and Uncle Jiu.

The two looked at each other, and saw that the frozen body of the flying corpse behind him began to move.

Uncle Jiu patted Han Feng on the back, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I just set up a small formation for the teacher, and it won't be able to come out for the time being!"

Then the two quickly walked to the door of Huwa's house.

The villagers of the whole village gathered outside.

The master and apprentice were full of doubts.

What's the situation?
The zombies have also been suppressed, why don't these people run away?
Is there anything good in Huwa's house?
That's why they would rather stay here at the risk of being eaten by zombies.

Han Feng took a step forward, and before he could speak, someone in the crowd said, "Uncle Jiu, we misunderstood you before. Didn't you say that there are problems with the ancestral graves in our backyard?"

"Hurry up and think of a way! How should we cooperate with you!"

"We must cooperate fully!"

The corners of Han Feng's lips hooked slightly.

The goal has finally been achieved!
As long as these villagers cooperate, the next thing will be much easier to handle.

at the same time.

In the yard, the flying corpse was trapped by Uncle Jiu's formation.

Han Feng took away the coir raincoat, and the flying corpse began to struggle violently.

But Uncle Jiu's formation is like a vase with a small space, tightly restraining the zombies.

Every time I struggle, the treasure bottle gets tighter.

But at this moment, when the backyard was empty except for the zombies, a cloud of black demonic energy was slowly rising from the dug grave in the backyard.

The black air slowly fell on the flying corpse.

At the same time, a gloomy voice sounded, "My soul-piercing grandma has come out...hahaha..."

The sky is cloudy, and the dog is waning.

Outside Huwa's gate, Uncle Jiu was explaining to the folks what to do next when suddenly a gust of wind blew up!
Looking up, the sky has changed drastically!
Uncle Jiu said inwardly that it was bad!
"What happened to Master?!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's expression was wrong, Qiu Sheng knew that something was wrong!

Before everyone could react, there was a sudden thunderclap in Huwa's courtyard.

With Han Feng's cultivation level, even standing outside the courtyard gate, he could still hear the sounds in the courtyard clearly.

He frowned and looked at Uncle Jiu, "Master, did you hear that?"

Uncle Jiu nodded. How could Uncle Jiu, who is at the level of a celestial master, not have heard the ghostly voice just now.

Transmute grandma!

These four words instantly made Uncle Jiu's memory flow like a river and sea, and the scene in his memory about 20 years ago came to mind again.

Scenes of fragments buried deep in memory surged to the surface of the sea again.

Uncle Jiu couldn't help being startled.

"Master, is this thing so powerful?"

Uncle Jiu seemed to be looking at the yard, but his eyes were empty, recalling the past.

"Back then, in order to deal with the soul-wearing grandma, the entire Maoshan disciple suffered heavy casualties, and many of your uncles died in that ceremony!"

Seeing that Uncle Jiu didn't want to talk about the events of that year in detail, Han Feng didn't ask any more questions.

It's just... How should we deal with the current situation in the yard?

That's the trickiest thing right now.

"Master, why don't you do it this way, and you can call all the masters and uncles from the same sect of the Maoshan School, after all, there are more people and more power!"

After Han Feng suggested, Uncle Jiu immediately shook his head.

"That's not necessary. The soul-piercing grandma has been suppressed under the Huangsha Kiln for more than 20 years. Back then, I joined hands with several other uncles of yours to pick out the soul tendons from her body. Come out, there's nothing you can do!"

Han Feng: "..."

Then you said it earlier.

"However, this thing is extremely dark, it's better to be more careful!"

After being reminded by Uncle Jiu, he picked up the mahogany sword and rushed into the backyard.

Han Feng stepped forward and grabbed Uncle Jiu's clothes, "Master, wait a moment!"

"What?"

"Since this soul-piercing grandma is no longer the soul-piercing grandma of the past, and she can't do great evil, anyway, you are confident that you can subdue it, why don't you let it come out to frighten these villagers?"

"Shock?" Uncle Jiu looked confused, "The few times Huwa's grandfather jumped in the yard just now, isn't it enough to shock?"

"I think you should be more careful! Don't forget that you tricked people into Huwa's yard to enjoy the zombie show in the middle of the night!"

Han Feng was speechless for a while, "Master, are you making trouble like this? Am I not following your orders?"

The two were talking, and the zombie possessed by the soul-piercing grandma in the backyard had already jumped from the backyard to the front yard.

The door of Huwa's house was wide open, and the villagers gathered outside were stunned.

There was a complete silence for a few seconds, until the zombie in the yard flew directly from the gate and flew out of the yard, and everyone's eyes followed the zombie flying in the air.

A few seconds later, someone in the crowd yelled, "Ah! Zombie!"

In an instant, the crowd was restless, and countless people ran away in a panic with their heads in their arms!

"Damn! It's not over yet!"

"Pick up bricks!"

"Mom! In such a big village, where is the hiding place?!"

This group of villagers was completely terrified. If they go home, they are worried that the tomb in their backyard will cheat the corpse. If they don't go home, the whole village will be overwhelmed by Huwa's zombies.

This flying corpse goes to the sky and enters the earth, penetrating through every hole!

Otherwise, the ginger is still old and spicy!
In a panic, Uncle Jiu grabbed a person and stood motionless at the door.

The unibrow raised slightly, waiting for the zombie to come back to him.

No!To be exact, go back and find Huwa.

This flying zombie old man is extremely stubborn. If he doesn't make fun of his own family first, he will never do anything to others.