Infinite Script Killing

"Zombie??"

Seeing two zombies jumping into the mourning hall one after another, Xu Tong took a closer look and was happy!

I saw that the zombie in the front was dressed like a Western priest, and the zombie in the back had a dumbfounded look, with a full beard.

Isn't this the group of zombies refined by Gao Zhuo?

Could it be that Gao Zhuo did what happened here?

But on second thought, instead of going to meet Gao Zhuo, he planned to hide in the coffin and observe again.

It seemed that it was because Gao Zhuo had become a Grand Master. Although the two zombies looked stiff and clumsy in their limbs, their eyes were not as dark and lifeless as before. Instead, they looked around the mourning hall alertly like living people.

Then he jumped to the coffin, inserted his arms under the coffin one after another, and lifted it with all his strength.

Suddenly, the coffin was lifted up in the air by the two zombies, and then fell down and landed firmly on the shoulders of the two zombies.

"Click!"

There was only a cracking sound, and the green bricks under the zombie's feet suddenly cracked.

This is a gloomy wood that is comparable to steel. Only these two zombies can lift it so easily. But if it were an ordinary person, even a grand master would have trouble lifting it.

It is said that in order to carry the coffin, Mr. Zhang even hired eighteen porters at once, carrying the coffin in the same manner as the Dragon King.

Now only two zombies can carry the coffin on their shoulders, which saves a lot of energy.

I saw two zombies carrying coffins and jumping lightly to the door.

The big man waved: "Let's go!"

After saying "leave", the three of them took advantage of the night curfew and left quickly along the dark alleys of the street.

Although the two zombies were carrying coffins, their speed was no slower than the pace of the three. Even the huge coffin on their shoulders seemed as light as nothing.

Junichiro, the young man walking in front, looked back at the zombies following him, and tentatively asked Ma Hongwen beside him:

"Ma... Hongwenjun, your corpse control technique is very strange. I have seen other people's corpse control techniques, but they are all rubbish. They are very different from yours. It's not like a prop." To have the ability, you must be a disciple of a noble family!"

"Hey, you're quite knowledgeable."

The man who claimed to be Ma Hongwen grinned and sneered.

Junichiro said quite proudly: "My master is from Onmyo Shrine, and I have learned your Yin and Yang techniques since I was a child, so I can be sure that you, like me, are both qualified."

"Onmyo Shrine!"

Hearing this, Ma Hongwen hesitated for a moment and looked at Junichiro sideways: "It turns out to be Onmyojin Shrine. I've heard of its name for a long time, but I haven't had a chance to see it. If I have a chance, I would like to go to Onmyojin Shrine to take a look."

"Then you can come to our Japanese country. If you are willing to join our Onmyo Shrine, I can be your introducer." Upon hearing this, Junichiro immediately extended an olive branch to Ma Hongwen and promised:

"There are many powerful corpses kept in our Yin Yang Palace. These corpses are not worthy of the wine bags and rice bags in the Yin Yang Palace, but if you come, I can let you choose a corpse from them."

"Mighty Corpse!!"

Hearing this, the man's eyes sparkled: "What you said is true! How powerful is it?"

Seeing that the man's heart was moved, Junichiro hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "It's very powerful. It is said that there is even a body of a god under the Onmyo Shrine."

Junichiro didn't lie about this. There are indeed many secrets hidden under the Onmyo Shrine. It is rumored that there is indeed the body of an ancient god, and this god comes from China.

"Well, I will consider your suggestion. Oh, I also know a friend who is good at catching souls and summoning gods. You are welcome or not."

Junichiro was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly said: "Welcome, welcome. Our Onmyoji Temple is a serious spiritualist. If he is willing to come, we will give him the most generous terms, as well as eight hundred shikigami and three thousand grass-headed gods." You can go as he sends you."

"Hey, you don't have to be so polite. We just like to travel and visit scenic spots. Oh, by the way, your Japanese country seems to have a famous scenic spot. I wonder if we can go in."

"Where is it? If Mr. Hongwen goes there, I can be your guide and open the way for you!"

Junichiro patted his chest and promised:

"hey-hey!!"

When the man heard this, his eyelids narrowed slightly, and he said with a half-smile: "Jing G God's toilet!"

"What?" Junichiro looked startled, and then said alertly: "Where are you going and what are you going to do? If you want to visit the shrine, do you need to apply?"

Ma Hongwen bared his teeth and smiled at Junichiro: "Hey, then you can apply for me, I want to go in and dig your ancestral graves for fun!"

When Junichiro heard this, he was stunned for a second, and finally realized that he had been tricked. His face suddenly twisted, and he slowly held the sword at his waist with one hand: "Baga!"

"Don't fucking say that Japanese language in your family. I don't understand. You really think I don't know about Onmyoji Shrine. My old man also went to the Japanese war in 1996. That Seimei Sanjin in your family was used by my old man." The zombie drowned in the toilet, just wait, I will go to your house sooner or later to dig up your ancestral graves!"

Junichiro was shocked when he heard this. He was still a young boy in 1996, but later he heard his parents talk about it.

After hearing Qingming Sanjin's name, he couldn't help but feel a storm in his heart. He stared straight at Gao Zhuo and asked through gritted teeth: "You are from the Gao family!!"

Seimei Sanjin was a famous genius in the Onmyo Shrine, but such a genius was drowned in a bucket of excrement when he was finally discovered.

The news of this incident was blocked as soon as possible, and it was announced that Seimei Sanshin was assassinated and died. Only a few people knew the real cause of death.

Being able to tell such secrets in front of him and control the corpse, Junichiro thought for a moment and immediately understood Gao Zhuo's identity.

"Hahaha, you just know that I will change my name or surname, Gao Zhuo from Xiangxi!"

Seeing that his identity was recognized, Gao Zhuo no longer concealed his name.

I have long been unhappy with this little devil. Now that I know that the other party is a feud, there is no need to be polite.

"Damn Chinaman!!" Junichiro's expression was cold, and the blade was slowly unsheathed.

Upon seeing this, Gao Zhuo's eyes flashed with cold light, and an invisible evil aura arose from his body. The complexion on his face became paler, and he was about to enter the state of corpse transformation.

"Amitabha, you two, the poor monk's labor formation has not been used yet, why are you already starting a fight?"

Finally, Monk Wei stood between the two of them, clasped his hands together, and patted his hands gently, causing a strange wave to ripple in his palms.

Under the interference of this strange ripple, the moods of Gao Zhuo and Junichiro gradually began to undergo subtle changes. Although it was only a weak influence, at least the two of them no longer had the murderous aura that was imminent just now.

"You two, no matter what grudges or grudges you have between you, our current situation is not good.

Don’t forget, so many descendants have appeared inexplicably in the script world this time. We advanced players are already at a disadvantage.

However, a few people were still unwilling to join a group.

If everyone continues to engage in internal fighting, I'm afraid this time in the script world, let alone promotion, it will be a question of whether everyone can return alive. "

Wei Shang's sincere words made Junichiro slowly put down the knife in his hand.

But he inevitably continued to curse: "Asshole, you will pay the price for this day!"

"Oh!! Then you'd better be careful. At worst, I will kill you even if I fail the mission!"

Gao Zhuo hid his face in the shadows, making it difficult for people to see what this guy was thinking, but the murderous intent in his words was still bone-chilling, as if Wei Shang's Labor Formation had no effect on him at all.

Only then did Wei Shang realize that after Gao Zhuo transformed into a corpse in front of him, he seemed to be able to completely ignore his own labor formation.

Realizing that something was wrong, Wei Shang did not speak again to dissuade Gao Zhuo. Instead, he quickly took a step back sideways. This step seemed inconspicuous, but it invisibly put his own perspective on the opposite side of Junichiro. This has already shown that position.

"Junichiro, I advise you to shut up. If you continue to make trouble, you will miss the time to enter the ghost market. I will leave this coffin to you to enjoy."

"you!!!"

Junichiro saw Wei Shang suddenly standing next to Gao Zhuo. Although his face turned pale, he did not dare to get angry again. After all, the mission was important.

So he could only shut his mouth angrily.

Seeing Junichiro shut up, Wei Shang turned to Gao Zhuo and said: "Ma... no, it should be Brother Gao. The track is dark and the road is slippery. He puts flags on the plate and steps on the plate. He is betting on you."

"This is not our territory. If you want to kill him, you might as well find out the true nature of this kid first. If you really do it, I will be on your side."

Fortunately, Gao Zhuo learned a lot of slang from Xu Tong, otherwise Gao Zhuo would not be able to understand Wei Shang's loose slang.

Hearing this, Gao Zhuo waved his hand: "Chehu"

After saying that, he dissipated the corpse energy from his body and waved his hand to signal the zombies behind him to follow him.

Junichiro had a wet look on his face and didn't know what the two people said just now. He was about to ask, but Wei Shang calmly put his hands behind his back and made a strange gesture.

Seeing this, Junichiro raised his brows and immediately walked in front of the team calmly.

But neither of them noticed that such an inconspicuous move was clearly seen by Xu Tong who was hiding in the coffin...

The three people carrying the coffin did not dare to walk on the main road. They climbed over the wall or walked along the alley.

It wasn't until they arrived at a forest next to the Luo River that the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Junichiro pushed aside the grass and saw two inconspicuous horse-tying stakes standing in the grass. The horse-tying stakes were very delicately carved. There were two little lions squatting on them. It looked like they had been there for many years.

They all talk about the rise and fall of ancient and modern times. Let’s look at the city of Luoyang.

There are places like ghost markets elsewhere, but Luoyang has the most.

The city of Luoyang was also unlucky in the rise and fall of dynasties from generation to generation. Who knew that in that inconspicuous corner, there was once the residence of a powerful family. If you dig a toilet, you might be able to dig out the tombs of the Han Dynasty and the ruins of the Jin Dynasty.

This pair of horse-tying posts is the entrance to the ghost market.

When the three of them arrived at the door, they finally felt relaxed.

As long as you enter the ghost market, you don't have to worry about being traced by bad guys, or being discovered by other players.

Junichiro looked at the gate of the ghost market, coughed quietly, and strode in first.

Seeing Junichiro enter the gate of the ghost market and disappear in front of the two horse stakes, Wei Shangcai walked up to Gao Zhuo with a cold face and said: "When we enter the ghost market later, let's strike first and hit him suddenly. Not as good as that!”

Gao Zhuo narrowed his eyes and nodded: "Okay, kill him and everything will belong to you, I just want to have fun!"

"You're welcome, who wouldn't enjoy killing a kid?"

Wei Shang took out a long gun from the props book and held it in his hand: "You go first, I will sneak attack from behind!"

Wei Shang said, stepping out of the way and signaling Gao Zhuo to go in first and stabilize Junichiro.

"OK!"

Gao Zhuo didn't hesitate and walked inside. However, just when Gao Zhuo was about to reach the gate of the ghost market, he suddenly remembered something and stopped, looking back at Wei Shang with a sideways glance.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that he refused to leave, Wei Shang hurriedly asked.

"Well...Old Wei, you just put one hand behind my back and made this gesture. What do you mean?"

Gao Zhuo said, raised his palm and made a gesture.

Seeing the familiar gesture, Wei Shang was startled at first, and subconsciously clenched the barrel of the gun with his fist, but he immediately calmed down and explained with a smile: "Ha, you got it wrong when I tickled you!"

"You saw it wrong? If one pair of eyes saw it wrong, can two pairs of eyes see it wrong too!"

Before Gao Zhuo finished speaking, Wei Shang suddenly heard a whistling sound of wind behind him. He could feel the huge pressure without turning around. Realizing that he was unable to dodge, Wei Shang suddenly jumped. Standing up, the spear in his hand was stuck on the ground, and he actually stepped on the gun shaft and jumped into the air, narrowly dodging the coffin flying behind him.

Suddenly the huge coffin flew up through the air and crashed directly into the gate of the ghost market.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the coffin flew past Gao Zhuo, Gao Zhuo faintly heard a familiar voice in his ear: "Good boy, you sacrificed me as a hidden weapon!"