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

Han Feng threw out the straw rain cape that was torn by the fire, and the rain cape became tattered and fell on the zombie's back.

The zombie was still flying around in the air in that torn coir raincoat.

Han Feng: ...

Sure enough, it can no longer be used within half an hour.

"Ah..."

The soul-piercing grandma jumped to a place with a wide field of vision, raised her head like a wolf and let out a deep roar at the dim moon.

Uncle Jiu hurriedly yelled, "It wants to summon its soul, shut its mouth quickly!"

"This thing will summon all the corpses in the village to cheat!"

Hearing this, Han Feng hurriedly chased after him, and the zombie ran wildly from the front.

"Senior brothers Qiusheng Wencai, help me intercept from the front!"

When the voice fell to the ground, there was no Qiusheng literary talent. Han Feng looked down and saw two familiar figures in the crowd, mingling with the villagers' team, fleeing back and forth with the villagers.

"We are protecting the villagers, so we can't take care of it! Afeng, you can find a way by yourself!"

"I lost it!"

These two Korean products are simply going to piss me off!
I don't know why I brought them out in the first place!

It's better to bring a pig butcher, who is also stronger than him!

What are these two guys really doing? No. 1 meal!
Han Feng didn't care too much, his eyes were sharp, and he quickly chased after him like the wind was blowing on his feet.

Looking at the timing, he tore off a rag from the hem of his clothes, rolled it up, and threw it towards the zombie's mouth.

The zombie opened its mouth wide, and its two sharp fangs gave off a cold corpse air under the moonlight, which made people shudder.

Suddenly, a cloth ball was stuffed into his mouth, blocking the sound.

Only then did Han Feng stop, bending over and panting heavily.

Han Feng rushed to Uncle Jiu, "Master, why are you standing here? Don't you have a way to deal with that thing?"

"What's the hurry! That thing will find the baby tiger!"

Uncle Jiu looked calm and relaxed.

Han Feng couldn't help laughing, "Master, did you make a mistake? Now it's Grandma Chuanhun, not Huwa's grandpa!"

Old Uncle Jiu blushed, thinking it was really embarrassing for his son to go home, so embarrassing!

How could I forget this.

The flying corpse has already been possessed by the soul piercing grandma, otherwise it wouldn't have broken through the small formation he arranged so quickly.

But Uncle Jiu is a person who wants to save face.

He would definitely not admit it. After a few seconds of silence, he stammered, "You, what do you know! I'm waiting for it to consume energy!"

Deplete power?
I've only heard of killing the body energy of zombies, but I haven't heard that it can also kill the physical strength of zombies.

Uncle Jiu, you can really talk nonsense!
However, Han Feng didn't argue hard with Uncle Jiu, after all, Master should save some face.

"Master, if you have any other good things, quickly bring them out!"

"You shouldn't be afraid to give us points, so don't dare to take it out!"

Uncle Jiu glared at Han Feng directly, "Master, isn't my little bit of family property all yours in the end?!"

As he spoke, Uncle Jiu took out a golden rope from his pocket.

"Go! This thing should be fine!"

With that said, the golden rope was thrown to Han Feng.

"Should? Master, do you have anything reliable?"

Han Feng was speechless for a while.

Uncle Jiu is really not bragging about being stingy.

Looking at the entire Yizhuang, I'm afraid I can't find anyone who is more picky than him.

Looking at Han Feng's back as he walked away, Uncle Jiu said angrily, "Huh, you still say I'm picky, and I pick up things for you three brats! How will you three marry wives in the future if I don't pick up?! "

Han Feng swung the golden rope, and Uncle Jiu's voice behind him could be heard in his ears word for word.

"This old guy, he says that every time."

Above the void, the soul-piercing grandma held a large piece of cotton cloth mixed with strips of cotton cloth in her mouth, stepping on people's heads and scurrying around.

Han Feng chased after it, and patted it lightly on the back. The zombie stretched his hands straight and turned around quickly. Han Feng reacted quickly and bent down, or he would be split in two by the two arms of this thing.

Han Feng smiled and stood up, standing in the middle of the opponent's arms, wrapped the golden rope around the zombie's arms, and after binding them, pulled the rope to pull the zombie down.

Pull the zombies back into the backyard.

Uncle Jiu used all kinds of corpse-suppressing charms and pasted them all over the zombies.

After Uncle Jiu turned around and left, Han Feng walked over, took out three evil-suppressing charms from the system backpack, and pasted them on again.

This is the soul-piercing grandma, coupled with flying stiffness, ordinary talismans can't hold it back at all.

For safety's sake, it's better to add an extra layer of protection.

After experiencing the thrilling scene just now, outside the gate, the villagers dared not disobey the advice of Uncle Jiu and others.

"Daoist! Didn't you say that there is something abnormal in my backyard? Please help my family do something, even digging graves doesn't matter!"

One person started, and the rest simply gave up.

Even if you offend your ancestors, you must clean up your own backyard.

After all, you can't really wait until the backyard to cheat the corpse!

They are not willing to take this risk!
What happened to Huwa's family these past few days has made everyone in the village panic.

Coupled with what happened tonight, after two raids by zombies, the bad heart may have passed.

And they just heard that Han Feng and the others seemed to be talking about Grandma Soul.

Although I don't know if it's true or not, I'd rather believe it or not.

The rumors of the soul-piercing grandma, basically all of them locals have heard of it more or less.

Although everyone wants to uphold science and reject such legends about ghosts, monsters and monsters, but they have all experienced it themselves. What is more convincing than their own personal experience?

"Daoist! If you want to dig a grave, you should dig my family's first! There has been movement in my backyard recently!"

"There is movement in my backyard too! Why should I fix it for yours first!"

"Master Daoist, I'll pay three times the price, you come back with me now!"

When Uncle Jiu brought Han Feng and other apprentices to the villagers' homes to check the situation, the villagers protested individually when they heard that their ancestors' graves were going to be dug!

Digging a grave is no small matter!
From ancient times to the present, it is important to burrow into the soil for safety. Under normal circumstances, who is willing to dig the ancestral grave properly!

Only those who have seen Feng Shui masters and have had bad luck all year round will take this step.

Looking at it now, the whole village is scrambling to get Uncle Jiu to dig a grave at their house.

The corners of Han Feng's mouth raised a slight arc, and you're done!

Their purpose has been achieved!

To deal with these villagers, you must be serious, and you must let them see the real danger.

Otherwise, according to their temperament of not crying when they don't see the coffin, they won't listen to you no matter how serious the stakes are.

Uncle Jiu has been around the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has a lot of tricks to deal with this situation.

But the only disadvantage of this method is that it is too dangerous.

After all, once it gets out of control, it is a trivial matter to let the zombies go, and the lives around them will directly bear countless lives, which is not something anyone can afford!

Fortunately, the matter was finally resolved, although the process was a bit thrilling.

"Don't be impatient, everyone! Since I, Lin Jiuying, have come to your Huangjiayao, I will definitely help you deal with it. Don't worry, everyone. Next, we will dig the grave of whose family first, and we will go one by one from the row of Huwa's house. .”

"Everyone go back first!"

Uncle Jiu's deep voice echoed among the villagers.

The alley was crowded with people, but no one wanted to leave for a long time.