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

The sound of fighting approached quickly, and soon surrounded Aqiang's family.

"The Taoist inside, come out and die obediently!"

These people are all bandits sent by Lao Ding.

Anyway, Er Gouzi and the others are dead, and they have to live in the future and continue to earn money.

Uncle Jiu and others blocked their way to get rich, so they must be taken down at any cost.

The leading bandit is very fierce, with a thick beard and riding an equally fierce black horse.

Aqiang and his son in the yard were also frightened by the sudden situation, and the father and son stopped their quarrel immediately.

Wen Cai quickly hid behind Uncle Jiu.

It was as if Uncle Jiu was his umbrella.

"It's broken! Master, the people outside may be bandits. I heard that there are at least 20 people who came here."

Bandits are all murderers without batting an eyelid, Uncle Jiu immediately became nervous.

If there are only three or five people coming, it's okay to say, more than 20 of them rushed out at once, and there were only four of them, master and apprentice, how could they fight a duel with twenty thugs?
Uncle Simu is happy and at ease, he is happy outside by himself, and they are besieged by gangsters here.

Uncle Jiu called the three disciples to stand together.

"In this way, you three listen to the teacher, and I will go out to negotiate with them in a while, and the three of you take the opportunity to run away. Do you understand?"

Boom boom boom!
The bandits have already started banging on the gate of the courtyard.

"Open the door! Old man, hand me over, and I won't hurt a hair of you. If you don't hand me over, I'll overturn your broken yard right now!"

The bandits began to threaten and intimidate.

The old man hugged his son and hid in the house a long time ago. They were at a loss and had no idea. They must not bear to hand him over. The old man's family still has a conscience.

"Hey, these Taoist priests are really disasters. Why did all kinds of disasters come when they came, and now bandits have been recruited, hey! Why is my old man's life so hard! I haven't hugged my grandson yet !"

The old man hid in the house and cried.

Uncle Jiu's master and apprentice looked around the courtyard, but there was no place suitable for hiding.

"Master, you can't go out to negotiate. These bandits are here for us. Their purpose is very clear, that is, to kill us. If you go out like this, you can only die!"

Han Feng analyzed calmly.

Uncle Jiu's eyebrows frowned into mountain peaks, why didn't he know, but these gangsters really couldn't afford to mess with him, and he didn't want his three apprentices to have accidents.

"Well, I have an idea."

Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng and the others looked at Han Feng in unison, waiting for Han Feng to come up with an idea.

"We can stop treating them as people and just treat them as zombies."

Uncle Jiu shook his head immediately and denied, "No, this will damage the image of our Taoist priests."

Han Feng, Qiusheng, Wencai: ...

Han Feng had expected that Uncle Jiu would say that. Over the years with Uncle Jiu, he knew his character so well that he knew what fart the other party was about to fart as soon as he took off his pants.

The three brothers pulled the rope tacitly and began to set up traps in the yard.

Han Feng threw a bottle of phosphorus powder to Qiusheng and Wencai. The phosphorus powder was evenly sprinkled on the ground in a straight line, and a thick hemp rope was pressed on top of the phosphorus powder.

The two ends of the hemp rope are placed on the ground.

Phosphor powder is used to deal with zombies, and there is no way to do it now.

Few of the thugs were patient. They bumped into the door a few times, turned over from the courtyard door, and Han Feng and others quickly hid behind the door.

Han Feng was just about to step forward to ignite the phosphorous powder, when he saw Uncle Jiu bent down skillfully, snapped his fingers, and the flame at his fingertips ignited the phosphorous powder on the ground without the slightest hesitation.

Holding machetes in their hands, the thugs rushed in ferociously, one, two, three...

Because the phosphorus powder burns very fast in the air, the gangsters had no time to react and hit the hemp rope directly.

The fire on the ground burned up in an instant, and the bodies of several people were quickly ignited by the fire, and the people behind did not dare to rush in.

The fire on the ground quickly sprang up, like a wall of fire, blocking the gangsters outside the door.

But Han Feng and Qiu Sheng were still hiding behind the gate, only a wall separated them from the gangsters.

"Damn it! You stinky Taoist priests dare to plot against me!"

The gangster hurriedly retreated while cursing.

Several gangsters who rushed forward were burned by the fire and kept rolling on the ground.These bandits are experienced people, knowing that an ambush has been set up in this yard, they will not rush in like a fool.

The bandit quickly lit the torch, intending to use his own way to deal with him.

Torches were thrown into the yard one by one.

It's like a will-o'-the-wisp from the sky.

In this situation of being ambushed, it is the best way to use this trick to force the enemy out.

Han Feng quickly went to pull Qiusheng, and was about to take Qiusheng to escape over the wall. The whole yard had been burned by fire.

Wen Cai is so stupid, but he ran into the house in a hurry.

"Wen Cai! Come out!"

"Are you stupid?! Hiding in the house is not asking for death?!"

That naive Wen Cai was scurrying around in the yard like a headless fly.

There was a fire burning behind his buttocks, Han Feng rushed up, took off his jacket and pounced on Wencai's buttocks.

Uncle Jiu rushed into the house and dragged the old man and his son Ah Qiang out.

The old man was already coughing fiercely due to the thick smoke, Ah Qiang was weak, and he was sweating all over while covering his nose.

Uncle Jiu was highly skilled, dragging one of them, looking from a distance, like a hero jumping out of a sea of ​​flames, Han Feng couldn't help giving Uncle Jiu a thumbs up.

Uncle Nine succeeded in rescuing the two of them and began to tear their clothes.

At this time, the courtyard was already in flames, and the firewood in the courtyard was crackling and crackling.

Everyone was panicked, only Han Feng was very calm.

Hey, I have a system, what am I afraid of?Just set fire to trap us?

With the system in hand, I worry that I won't be able to get a fire extinguisher from it.

Han Feng stood in the thick smoke, motionless, and began to rummage through the system.

Wandering around in the system store, I found that there is no fire extinguishing equipment inside. That's right, this system is for zombies, and it's not a fire protection system. How could there be fire extinguishing equipment?

Han Feng still didn't panic at all, his consciousness was concentrated, his eyes fell on a row of shelves, and he saw a familiar blouse on it.

"Isn't this the tattered blouse that I used in Ghosts and Gods Valley last time? There is another one in my backpack that is rewarded by the system. This thing can avoid dust, so it should also be fireproof, right?"

After a brief glance at the introduction of the blouse, sure enough, this thing can ward off fire.

Han Feng only saw that the description stated that it could ward off fire, so he didn't think much about it, and directly threw more than 1 system coins and bought four pieces.

Including the one in my backpack, there are five in total, exactly one for each person, which is enough.

As soon as he got the tattered blouse here, Han Feng felt his mouth was wet, as if his mouth and nose were covered by a wet rag.

However, this taste is a bit coquettish.

Holding five blouses, Han Feng returned to the small courtyard covered by the fire with a sense of recovery.

The scene in front of him made his stomach churn.

Wen Cai grabbed a piece of wet cloth with one hand and covered his mouth and nose, and covered his mouth thoughtfully with the other hand.

Uncle Nine's sleeves were torn, and he handed the torn fabric to Qiu Sheng. Qiu Sheng took the fabric, turned around, and after a while, it turned into a wet strip of cloth with a foul smell.

Ah Qiang, Ah Qiang's father, all have one hand.

Han Feng: ...I vomit!