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

Uncle Jiu almost choked to death with a mouthful of rice paste, and the rough miscellaneous grains spewed out from his mouth, spraying Uncle Simu all over his face.

"Lin Fengjiao, you did it on purpose! It's really disgusting!" Uncle Simu wiped off the rice dregs on his face in disgust, and took a bowl to the yard to drink.

Uncle Jiu didn't care about the embarrassment, he kept coughing, his eyes drifted to Han Feng, and motioned for him to open his mouth to make a rescue.

Han Feng was a little embarrassed, and he was too embarrassed to say such things. After all, the conditions of his family were not good. It was fine to bother him for a day, but it was really unreasonable to continue to bother him.

Han Feng faltered, not knowing how to say this.

Wen Cai looked at Han Feng with a sneer, "Junior Brother, are you constipated?"

"Get up!" Han Feng glared at him angrily, looked at Wen Cai wandering in front of his eyes, suddenly had an idea, stepped forward and kicked Wen Cai fiercely, Wen Cai's legs could not stand up straight, "You What are you doing! Are you crazy? Brothers dare to fight!?"

Han Feng forcibly pulled Wen Cai and walked up to the old man, "I'm sorry, my brother's legs and feet are not convenient, so I might have to bother you for a day, uh... a day or two."

Everyone was astonished.

The old man's face was dark, and he wanted to refuse, but he didn't have the nerve to speak.

I had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Wen Cai was so angry that he couldn't speak, he stretched out his hand and pinched Han Feng's stomach severely.

Uncle Simu doesn't care, and neither does Qiu Sheng, anyway, just follow the master. Uncle Jiu is happy to see that his goal has been achieved.

In this way, at the cost of Han Feng's bruises on his stomach and Wen Cai's half-limped legs, the master and apprentice got the chance to continue sleeping in the Datong bunk.

Only the old man felt aggrieved.

After eating rice paste, Uncle Jiu wandered around Taojiayao in order to find more flaws.

Wencai's leg hurts, so he can only move about at the gate of the courtyard, Qiusheng stays with him, and Uncle Simu catches a carriage to the next village and town, and starts looking for 'clients'. Anyway, life has to go on.

Han Feng followed Uncle Jiu around the Taojia Kiln, and the two of them came to a cave where ceramics were fired in the past, and the walls inside had already been blackened by smoke.

There was a church in the village, but it was long since abandoned.

The master and apprentice walked through the church and found a row of cave dwellings behind them, all of which were used by the villagers here to make ceramics in the past.

There may be more than a dozen of them, big and small, and it can be seen how lively it was at the beginning.

It's a pity that the outside of these cave dwellings is covered with weeds half a person's height, "Master, this place is deserted, what are we doing here?"

Han Feng was puzzled, if he wanted to know if it was the scum of Dongpu who used magic to earn money from the villagers here, he could go to the villagers' homes to chat and chat, and what he would find in this place.

Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes and smiled triumphantly, "You don't understand this, do you? If you want to practice magic, you will inevitably set up a den in the local area. There is no one in the wilderness here. This abandoned church is so close to the village, it is the most suitable The place!"

Han Feng was surprised, "You mean, there are Yin corpses in this place?"

Uncle Jiu nodded in acquiescence.

Han Feng immediately became interested. For him, ghosts are more interesting to him than ghosts.

To feed the system, the Inferi is the most direct shortcut.

Han Feng's cultivation level is now at the eighth level of the Vientiane Realm. If he can harvest another wave of evil energy and smash a few zombies with the golden coffin, his cultivation base will definitely be able to rise one level further.

He has now begun to look forward to what kind of experience it will be to upgrade his cultivation to the Netherworld.

That was a level that even Uncle Jiu had never reached.

"Why are you in a daze? Let's go in and take a look as a teacher."

When the words fell to the ground, Han Feng disappeared in front of the entrance of the cave like a gust of wind in front of Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu was speechless.

A Feng, this child, why is he so neurotic.

The two of them walked around the cave, and came out in a dark manner.

They looked at each other and smiled, with a row of big white teeth showing on their dark faces, "Master, where's the ghost?"

Uncle Jiu coughed lightly in embarrassment, turned and walked away without saying a word.

Just as the master and apprentice turned around to leave, Han Feng tripped suddenly on the sole of his foot. When he looked down, he saw a pair of withered hands that were sticking upwards, or could be said to be raised upwards.

"Infernal corpse??!"

Han Feng got down excitedly and pawed in the soil. Uncle Jiu hurried forward, looked down, and saw that pair of withered hands directly grabbed Han Feng's ankles.

Just as Han Feng was about to break free, he was pulled down by something on the ground. Uncle Jiu was quick-eyed, grabbed Han Feng's arm, and fell down.

When he fell suddenly, Han Feng had just felt the illusion of weightlessness when he felt that his body was suspended in mid-air by a huge net cover, with Uncle Jiu under his buttocks.

"Afeng, move to the side." Uncle Jiu with a dark face forced his head out from under Han Feng's body to breathe.

Han Feng looked embarrassed, and tried to move a few times, and the hanging giant net suddenly swayed in the air. After a while, Uncle Jiu became dizzy, "Okay, okay, don't move, if you move again, you will be a teacher!" Going to throw up!"

"Master, was this done by a horse thief?"

"I don't know how to be a teacher."

Uncle Jiu struggled and fumbled in his arms, but couldn't find anything sharp to use. He pulled out the mahogany sword, pulled it on the net a few times with difficulty, and put it back in embarrassment.

The mahogany sword is made of wood, and the blade and wall of the sword are both blunt. It is no problem to deal with zombies, but how can it be possible to cut through the net cover!

However, this net cover can be hard for Uncle Jiu, but it can't be hard for Han Feng. Han Feng who is bound to the system, what kind of props do you want?
In order not to show his flaws in front of Uncle Jiu, he reached into his bosom a few times and took out a sharp dagger.

"Why do you carry this with you?"

Han Feng chuckled, "Master, the world is dangerous, of course it is for self-defense!"

"Look, doesn't this come in handy?!"

Uncle Jiu had nothing to say, the net cover was cut, and the two jumped down, dragging the hanging net cover, only about two meters away from the ground. They jumped and landed safely.

As soon as he broke free from the net cover, he heard the voices of several men above his head.

"Brother, did I just say that this net cover is useful? You still don't believe it."

"These two Taoist priests came to Taojiayao yesterday. Lao Ding told us to keep an eye on them. I heard that they ruined our good business last night! Unexpectedly, they came to the door by themselves."

"Old Ding said, we can't help other people's ghost marriage in Taojiayao for more than three days, otherwise something bad will happen!"

Uncle Jiu and Han Feng hid below and shut up immediately, and they heard important information.

Ghost!three days!
It seems that they are really doing sorcery in Taojiayao!

"Brother, what about these two people?"

"Leave it alone! Let them fend for themselves! Trapped here and slowly starve to death!"

While the two were talking, they walked away.

Han Feng listened for a while, and found that there was no sound from above, so he said, "Master, you really hit the spot! They are really doing sorcery here!"

"What shall we do next?"

Uncle Jiu frowned, "The Dongying people are very cunning, and it is difficult to find the dojo they set up nearby in a short time. I guess the ghost wife of the old man's son will definitely come tonight, so let's play it by ear." !"

Han Feng grabbed the fake ghost claw and cut a few holes in the wall, and the master and apprentice climbed out along the wall.

……

At night, the old man was left alone in the narrow hall.

"Old man, where's Ah Qiang?"

"Oh, Ah Qiang is not feeling well, he needs to go to bed early, he has already gone to bed."

Uncle Jiu and Han Feng looked at each other tacitly, then turned and went back to the room.

"Wen Cai, come here."

"What's the matter, Master?"

"You go to the old man tonight to make a living, so that we will be spacious. If your leg is injured, you can take a good rest. Otherwise, sleeping with a bunch of people will not be conducive to the recovery of your leg."

Wencai:  …

Why is it always me who gets hurt? !