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

Qiu Sheng didn't just say it casually. The reason why he said there were about ten zombies below was also deduced from the sound of the iron chain.

When the villagers heard that there were ten zombies, they panicked.

One zombie almost killed the whole village, let alone ten zombies.

Even with Han Feng around, they couldn't feel at ease.

With so many people, can Han Feng chase one zombie and control ten zombies at the same time?
Qiu Sheng patted his chest and said, "Don't worry! Let alone ten zombies, we have experienced, even hundreds of zombies appeared at the same time! This is nothing at all!"

"Hundreds?!"

"You little brother, you are not strong enough, but you have a way of bragging!"

"How could hundreds of zombies appear at the same time, even if they didn't stab the zombie nest?!"

The villagers became more and more suspicious of Qiu Sheng's words.

This man is not good at working, and after standing here for a while, he will boast more than a dozen cows to the sky.

The village chief simply didn't want to talk to him, and stared straight at Han Feng.

at the same time.

Han Feng searched the ground again, but found nothing else, so he basically locked on this giant zombie.

Over the years following Uncle Jiu, Han Feng has experienced white stiffness, black stiffness, jumping stiffness, and flying corpses, but he has never had the chance to come into contact with horrors of this level.

Is this thing a demon or a demon? ?

Han Feng was not sure for a moment.

Looking at the giant zombie in front of him, Han Feng fell into deep thought for a while.

He was hesitating whether to bring this zombie out.

To burn this thing in the ground?Or bring it out and domesticate it as your own 'assistant'?
Really plan can not keep up with the changes!
I only want a few ordinary white zombies, because white zombies have low strength and are also the best type of zombie to control.

After all, it will be Han Feng's first time chasing corpses. As an inexperienced man, is it possible that he will pick such a huge monster to challenge?

This is not a question of being bold or not, it is a question of being tiger or not!
Think about those simple props for the elementary aptitude for exorcising corpses, a bell, a whip for expelling corpses, a few charms...

Han Feng's palms began to sweat.

Uncle Jiu now looks like this, and he will take another factor of uncertainty on the road, what if something goes wrong along the way?
Are you counting on the two idiots Qiusheng and Wencai?
The point is, now it's not a question of taking it on the road, it's a question of whether it can be domesticated...

Now I don't even know what kind of thing this thing is.

"System system, please help me detect the current zombie species."

With the mentality of giving it a try, Han Feng asked the system for help.

"Congratulations to the host! Found a Xuanzang! You can tame it for your own use!"

Xuanzang? ? ?

This is quite new. There are very few Taoist priests in this world who can encounter mysterious zombies. This kind of zombies are not too scary, but there are not many of them, and they are a bit scarce.

So Han Feng didn't think about Xuan Zang.

After the system reminded him, Han Feng remembered that he had read Jiushu's Maoshan book in Yizhuang, and there were related records.

The level of strength of Xuan Zang is similar to that of Hei Zang, and it is not even as powerful as Jumping Zombie.

It's just that they develop better and grow stronger.

Gives a visual sense of terror.

"Harm! Think it's Ba and Mo! I'm so worried for a long time!"

After figuring out the species of the zombie, Han Feng regained his senses with a thought.

On the ground, Han Feng froze slightly, raised his head and slowly opened his eyes, ready to explain to the villagers and explain the situation so that everyone would not be frightened in a while.

As a result, when he turned around, he found that the villagers looked nervous and pale.

The zombie hasn't come out yet, why is it so scared.

"Hehe, why are you all so nervous! The zombies haven't come out yet, what are you..."

When everyone saw Han Feng speak, no one dared to take a step forward. The cold wind blew on the village chief's black and white hair, and the village chief shivered involuntarily.

He waved nervously at Han Feng, "Brother Han Feng, come and talk!"

"We all know that there are about ten zombies down here. It's better for us to avoid it now. If you need anything else, let us know in advance, and we will prepare it for you in advance!"

"Yes, yes, we won't be here for a while!" Erhuang Mao anxiously followed behind the village chief.

Han Feng was stunned, "About ten zombies?? Who said that?"

The village chief pointed at Qiusheng, "Your senior brother said that!"

Full of confidence, Qiu Sheng placed the two incense candles symmetrically, walked directly from the side of the practice table, and said with a smile, "Junior brother, I just listened to it, and I have already understood the following situation, and I have also told the villagers, You can start directly, I have prepared everything for you, and I will guide you by the side in a while, don't worry, there is a brother here, you can boldly let go and do it, nothing will go wrong!"

Han Feng: ...

Seeing Qiusheng posing here, Han Feng was speechless for a while, and gave the other party a blank stare, "Thank you! But there are not so many zombies down here, there is only one zombie down here!"

"Since senior brother, you are so powerful that you can guide me, why don't you come here for a while?!"

Han Feng said this on purpose, and sneered in his heart, you are a Qi refiner, how dare you say that you guide me in the Vientiane Realm?

After finishing speaking, Han Fan simply crossed her hips and stepped aside leisurely, waiting to see Qiu Sheng's good show.

Qiusheng was pushed to this position by Han Feng, and he was too embarrassed to refuse with so many villagers around him watching.

Thinking about it, it's just a zombie, so it shouldn't be a problem to post a few more corpse-suppressing charms.

"Okay! Isn't it just a zombie? It's not like I haven't done it before! Look at it, everyone!"

Seeing Qiusheng walk to the practice platform full of confidence, Han Feng couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering.

Han Feng couldn't be more aware of Qiusheng's level.

He is now waiting to see Qiu Sheng's next 'comedy show'.

as predicted.

After the ducks were caught up on the shelf, Qiu Sheng tried his best to recall Uncle Jiu's behavior before.

First lit the three sticks of incense, then hurriedly picked up the mahogany sword and waved it to the void, muttering vaguely.

Han Feng leaned closer and almost died laughing at this guy.

I could only hear this guy muttering words, "Your mother and my mother are all one family, the world is big and my family is the biggest..."

Nine Uncle's original version is: Mima Mima Tianquan opens and hangs, and the ghosts and snakes are caught quickly.Anyway, something like this.

Han Feng wanted to cry, but he thought that if Uncle Jiu was here, even if he hadn't been poisoned to death, he would probably have died of anger.

Qiu Sheng murmured for a long time before he remembered that he forgot a process. He hurriedly dropped the mahogany sword, grabbed the talisman and lit it on the incense candle, and threw a handful of glutinous rice into the void. On Qiu Sheng's body, the anxious Qiu Sheng slapped himself like a monkey.

Seeing it, Han Feng couldn't help but laugh.

The villagers not far away have already petrified in place.

"Brother, can you do it? Or should I come?"

Han Feng stood with the village head and others, ready to make a move at any time.

Qiu Sheng glanced back at Han Feng, saw so many villagers looking at him there, swallowed the words, and said firmly, "You can't do it!"

Han Feng knows that Qiusheng is usually the most desperate to save face and suffer. The more you say that, he will definitely stick to it.

The corner of Han Feng's mouth curled up slightly, hey, it's not bad, this is what I want.

After throwing the glutinous rice, this guy picked up the mahogany sword again, muttering: your mother, my mother...