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

Fortunately, the bandits left early, otherwise, even if they escaped from the fire, it would be like jumping from one fire pit to another.

Ah Qiang was the weakest one, and he passed out after such a toss.

"Why am I so miserable!"

"It's a lot of age, and now I can't even hold my grandson, and now I don't even have a place to live. God is going to force us to die!"

Wen Cai sneered at the old man while patting the ashes on his body, "You, if you hadn't insisted on hugging your grandson, you probably wouldn't have encountered these things."

Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai, "Wen Cai, shut up and die!"

Wen Cai turned around and muttered, "I'm telling the truth."

Han Feng looked at the burning yard and thought that the yard was completely destroyed!
"Master, let's go to the church to settle down first, and then go out to find a water source to wash."

Uncle Jiu was obviously stunned for a moment, and looked at Han Feng suspiciously, "Church? I'm afraid that place is not safe?"

The last time they were ambushed near the church and fell into the net, that place must be someone else's hideout.

Moreover, Uncle Jiu deduced that it was very likely that it was the hideout of the person who engaged in this ghost relationship.

Han Feng shook the broken hair in front of his forehead, "Master, we are all bereaved now, what are we afraid of!"

"makes sense."

After making up their minds, everyone walked towards the church together. Although the place was dilapidated, it was at least a shelter from the wind and rain.

Better to be here than to be on the street.

The brothers quickly made a simple broken straw mat, and then put Ah Qiang on it. To be honest, this place is a bit cloudy. For a weak body like Ah Qiang, the best place to cultivate is to find a place with plenty of yang energy .

It's a pity that this is all we can do now.

The old man was listlessly sitting next to his son on the straw mat, looking sadly at the son who had fallen asleep, his eyes full of distress.

Han Feng took Wencai and Qiusheng to the nearest river to wash up.

Uncle Jiu was worried about Aqiang and his son, so he stayed with them.

On the way, Wencai muttered with displeasure, "I don't know what Master is thinking. He insisted on staying in this poor place. Look, he almost lost his life! The remote places are the easiest places to attract such murderous intent!"

"The old man's family is not normal. He insisted on hugging his grandson! If he didn't hug his grandson, he almost lost his son!"

Compared with Wencai's irascibility, Qiusheng didn't say a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

The three brothers walked to the stream, took off their shirts, and jumped down decisively, "Ah, it's comfortable..."

After a brief wash, the three of them finally no longer looked like they had painted black charcoal on their faces, but there was a big difference in their appearance, Wen Cai was dressed in tatters, looking like a refugee fleeing famine, while Qiu Sheng looked like a down-and-out family Young master, Han Feng is like a handsome and unrestrained young man of the rivers and lakes.

"Senior brothers, let's go back to the small courtyard to have a look. The fire should be almost extinguished by now. Let's go and see if there are any clay pots, and bring some water back for Master and Ah Qiang."

Qiusheng nodded.

Wen Cai picked up a dead wood branch from the ground, and followed Han Feng's ass without saying a word.

The three brothers walked towards the small courtyard, and before they got close, they saw dust in the air from a distance.

There were only ashes, no fire, and it seemed that almost everything that could be burned had been burned, and the fire was down.

The three of them stepped on the ashes, kicked off the residue on the ground, picked up a few ceramic pots, and turned to leave.

Beside the courtyard, there were a few sparse people standing, all villagers from Taojiayao. They had seen the fire just now, but it was a pity that it was inconvenient to fetch water here.

Now that the fire is out, dare to approach.

Those three bandits who had been sucked in Yang Qi were cremated on the spot, there is no doubt about it.

Han Feng was holding a ceramic pot in his hand. When he left, he felt a pair of eyes staring at them. He turned around and glanced at the crowd, and an old man suddenly turned and left.

Han Feng frowned, didn't think much, and quickly followed Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

The three brothers fetched water and went back. The old man wiped his son's body, and Uncle Jiu also washed up briefly.

"Daoist, do you think my son is okay? Why is he still awake?" the old man worried.

Uncle Jiu comforted, "Don't worry, he is tired from tossing around today, and he will definitely wake up tomorrow." The old man finally felt relieved.

……

Church underground.

Lao Ding threw the cup in his hand to the ground angrily, and the debris of the cup splashed everywhere in an instant.

"It's good for you to kill those Taoist priests! You almost killed the labor and management customers!"

Lao Ding scolded the bandits standing opposite him.

These bandits are really big and brainless.

From the looks of it, his distant relatives deserved their death.

Situ looked at Old Ding with a cold face and taught these people a lesson.

At this time, he has completely lost his temper.

This Aqiang is his first client in Taojiayao, and it can also be said to be his first test product.

As it turned out like this, Situ felt that he had come to the wrong place, as this place always seemed to overwhelm him.

These bandits have always been ruthless in their work, as long as they achieve their goals, they don't care about the lives of others, but after thinking about it, they really killed A Qiang and the others. If Lao Ding can't make money, they naturally can't make money either.

"It's because we acted ruthlessly. We don't want the money. This order is now void. See you in the world!"

The bandit left the rivers and lakes to talk harshly, and turned around with a group of brothers to leave, but took two steps and was stopped directly. The leader of the bandit stared dumbfounded at the empty space in front of him, but it seemed to be blocked by a wall They walked out of their way with a look of bewilderment.

"Hmph! Want to leave? You ruined my business, so you just want to leave like this!" Situ's cold voice came from behind.

These bandits already know about Situ and Lao Ding. If they let the other party go like this, it is equivalent to letting everyone know. In the ears, it is not easy to handle.

After all, people like them are cast aside wherever they go. If those famous sects find out, their lives will be in danger.

The bandit didn't know how to use spells, but he had brute force. He beat the air in front of him with his fists.

"Damn Taoist priest! What do you want? We are not afraid of you!"

Bandits are all vicious gangsters who are fleeing the rivers and lakes, and they are not afraid of the tricks of Taoist priests.

Situ kept his face cold. These bandits were useless to him, at least for the time being. It would be better to keep them than to kill them to make him feel more at ease.

Lao Ding didn't want to make a fuss anymore, seeing that both sides were so arrogant, he hurriedly stood up to persuade the fight, "I told you all to stop arguing, now that people are already burned to death, why don't we continue to find the next target customer? This kind of internal fighting will only harm our own interests, and in the end, none of us will get any good!"

Lao Ding's voice fell to the ground, but Situ raised his palm. He was determined to kill these people.

But at this moment, a gust of water suddenly sprang up from the top of his head, Situ immediately withdrew his hand when he was swooned, and looked up, only to see a few drops dripping down again.

"What is this? Why does it smell like urine?"

wrong!Is there someone up there? !

"What is he peeing!"

The few people fell silent in an instant, staring blankly at the small hole on top of Situ's head. After the stream of urine that had just flowed down from that hole just now, the small hole began to drip water slowly, no, it was dripping urine.

Tick-tock urine fell at Situ's feet.

Some remained on Situ's face.

Situ's face became more and more ugly, and he wanted to cry because of his aggrieved heart: This place really beats me!