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

But this old thing is particularly cunning.

In it, ghosts appear and disappear, even if he doesn't show his real body, Han Feng has no temper at all.

Fortunately, Uncle Jiu finally calmed down.

"Old thing! If you have the seeds, what's the point of hiding in the dark!" Uncle Jiu thought of those brothers and sisters in the same school who died at the hands of Grandma Chuanhun, and wished to tear each other's corpses into pieces!
Han Feng had never seen Uncle Jiu lose his composure like this.

There was also a burst of sadness in my heart.

It can be seen that this soul-piercing grandma has caused great harm to Uncle Jiu's psychology.

In other words, it is called having a psychological shadow.

That's why Uncle Jiu was so out of control.

"Master, this old thing is very cunning, she won't show up easily, don't worry, I will definitely find her out!"

Unexpectedly, Uncle Jiu turned around and whispered in Han Feng's ear, "What are you trying to do! Find the exit quickly, or we will all die here today!"

I go!

This is the rhythm to run!

Han Feng was dumbfounded, thinking that the master was stimulated by piercing the soul, but it turned out to be faking.

"I don't shout like that, she must think we are afraid of her!"

Han Feng's heart felt as if he had knocked over a five-grain bottle, and scattered all over the ground, an indescribable feeling.

Master, I really have you!
"Didn't we come here to find Grandma Chuanhun? You just left, what about the well water in the villagers' yard? What about their future life?"

Han Feng was curious about Uncle Jiu's next answer.

Uncle Jiu stared, "After I go out, I will ask the disciples of the Maoshan Sect to help me! It's not up to you to show off your power here! Go, find the exit!"

Han Feng swallowed, and walked away resentfully.

Now he admired Uncle Jiu's acting skills more and more.

This acting can't even win an award!

It is impossible to find an exit. Now that we have come down, we must solve this matter today.

Suddenly, Han Feng found a small box hanging above his head.

Looking up at his neck carefully, he almost peed on Han Feng laughing.

I saw that the small box was tied with nine iron chains, pulling it from all directions, making it look like it was hanging in the air.

Behind the nine iron chains are nine long snakes.

The tongues of the nine snakes are pointing towards the box, the tails of the snakes are pointing towards the end of the chain, and the snake's mouth seems to be spitting out a letter, which is very lifelike.

However, because of this four-dimensional thing, Han Feng recognized the other party's thoughts at a glance.

The people who fiddled with this thing wanted to imitate the Nine Dragons pulling coffins, but the dragon was not done well, and eventually turned into nine snakes. The key is that the snakes didn't look like it.

The snake letters of the three snakes all fell off. The person who designed this wanted to replace the snake letters with iron chains, but they accidentally broke them when they were not put on properly.

The box had lost the pull of the three iron chains and was crooked.

This sense of sight made Han Feng laugh, it was like a child playing house.

Han Feng looked at the things above his head and couldn't help laughing.

Uncle Jiu was furious, and reprimanded in a deep voice, "You can still laugh at any time!"

Han Feng pointed to the top of his head and said with a smile, "Master, look what that is, hahaha!"

How could Uncle Jiu have the time to 'play around' with Han Feng, he gave Han Feng a hard look, and then began to scold Grandma Chuanhun angrily.

Reminiscing that when he entered the tomb before, the runes carved on the wall turned out to be pinyin, and Han Feng was instantly relieved.

After all, it is impossible for an uneducated person to really create a Kowloon coffin under the ground.

You know, the real Kowloon coffin is not just as simple as making a single shape, oh, a coffin and then find a mason to build nine dragons, and then pull the coffin in the air at different angles and you're done.

It pays attention to Fengshui, and good Fengshui is not enough, it must be created by people with profound Taoism.

In the tomb robbery novels that Han Feng had read before, there were many introductions to Nine Dragons Pulling Coffins.

Once this array is displayed, it will be quite awesome. The Nine Dragons will attract the dragon spirit of Nine Provinces, and bless the offspring of the person in the coffin to become high-ranking officials or wealthy businessmen.
But look at the four-dimensional thing on the top of the head, not to mention gathering wealth, it can't even gather a fart.

Thinking that the person he had to deal with was such an idiot, Han Feng immediately relaxed a lot.

But Uncle Jiu didn't notice this, and was still acting there alone.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's performance so enthusiastically, Han Feng couldn't bear to disturb him, so he just let Uncle Jiu sing the oboe alone.

At this moment, in the eyes of Uncle Jiu, the soul-piercing grandma is still a very cunning evil spirit, but in the eyes of Han Feng, the other party is an idiot, so he definitely won't have too much scheming. If there is no accident, the soul-piercing grandma The soul element is locked in the small broken box above the head.

As long as you shoot at the broken box, the soul-piercing grandma will naturally show its prototype.

Han Feng put his hands behind his hands, and a look of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes!
In the next second, the long sword was unsheathed!A long sword pierced through the space at a very fast speed!The iron chain holding the small broken box snapped in an instant.

boom!
The box fell to the ground.

"what!"

A vicissitudes of life and miserable ghost cry suddenly sounded.

This directly angered Grandma Chuanhun, the surrounding stone walls cracked in an instant, and countless stones rolled down under the loud rumbling noise, but tricks of this level were nothing to Han Feng and Uncle Jiu.

The two quickly sacrificed golden light to protect the body.

"Master, be careful!"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Han Feng quickly caught a few ghosts with a lot of resentment.

The ghost figure was about to penetrate Jiu Shu's head, Han Feng used the Maoshan Taoist technique, stretched his arms quickly and stretched out his hands to grab two or three.

These ghosts have been suppressed underground for a long time and cannot be relieved, so they have a lot of resentment!

Once possessed, the consequences will be very serious.

But this is only for ordinary people. For Taoist priests of the level of Uncle Jiu and Han Feng, they are nothing but ants!

Han Feng immediately grabbed five or six of them, and Uncle Jiu also reacted very quickly to grab a grieving ghost above his head. After those ghosts were caught, they made miserable whimpering noises.

With a flick of Han Feng's hand, those ghosts were directly thrown into the underworld.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Han Feng shouted angrily.

Stretching out his hand to grab it, the long sword spun 360 degrees in the air and stabbed directly at the box on the ground.

"Ah! I hurt grandma to death!"

Black ghost blood flowed out from the bottom of the box, and the soul-piercing grandma finally appeared with a scream.

It was still the same grimace just now, but it didn't have the ghostly smile when he was teasing Uncle Jiu just now, only the face was full of pain, and he looked at Han Feng very vigilantly.

"Where did the little doll come from, you are courting death!"

Chuanhun grandma drank it, and a figure on the wall slowly walked down from above.

That man walked with a limp, who else could he be if he wasn't a crippled king?
It's just that the current Cripple Wang is already a walking dead without a soul!
The empty eyes and numb expression have been completely reduced to the killing tool of the soul-piercing grandma!
Han Feng chuckled, "Old woman, such a small puppet wants to knock us down? It's ridiculous!"

"Xiaofeng! Did you see that? There seems to be something wriggling in the cripple Wang's body."

Han Feng took a closer look, and sure enough, there was something crawling under Wang Zizi's skin.

"It's a corpse worm!"

Trouble this time.

The three souls and six souls of the crippled king were removed, leaving only one soul and one soul. The purpose was to allow him to stay in the world as an obedient puppet, and inject corpses into his body. Evil Qi is three parts corpse Qi, plus three parts Death Qi, this cripple king cannot be beaten to death.

Moreover, not only can't he be killed, he will explode at any time like a bomb, and those corpse insects will continue to attack after the explosion.

It's okay for the corpse insects to parasitize Wang Zizi's body now, but once Wang Zizi is completely killed, those corpse insects will completely get out of control.

Uncle Jiu and Han Feng glanced at each other. They both knew what was at stake.

Uncle Jiu frowned, "What should I do?"

Han Feng sighed softly, "I don't know, but what else can I do now? I can only force myself!"

Uncle Jiu was ashamed, and said inwardly: This kid is hard at every turn. You must know that what they are facing now is not easy to handle, and they will hurt themselves if they are not careful.

"Take it hard? It's very dangerous! It's a pity that you and I are both in the Vientiane Realm, it would be great if we were in the Netherworld Realm!"

Uncle Jiu has given up hope in his heart. He only hopes that Han Feng will be preserved as much as possible for a while, so that Han Feng will not be attacked by corpse insects, and he will not fall into the root cause of the disease at a young age. As for himself, it doesn't matter, anyway, he will live a long time , nothing to regret.