dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After "perfectly" executing the order, Gang Jing subconsciously looked for the figure of the "hooligan" in the crowd, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Boss Chen, get it done... you... where are you?!"

After a small episode, the Miao boy Gelai Daimu said to the deaf mother-in-law: "Master Wu Zhu, the younger generation is rude."

Then he lifted up his trouser legs, borrowed Chen Daji's horn sharp knife, and cut off the sutures on his calf.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, the Miao boy gritted his teeth and tore open the healed wound, and pulled out a palm-length "thing" wrapped in special materials.

After this operation, blood flowed profusely immediately.

Seeing the blood, the surrounding zombies immediately started to move.

Zhang Chao, who had just been taught by Chen Daji, hurriedly chanted a spell to suppress him.

With tears in her distressed eyes, Ge Lai Ahua knelt down to bandage her younger brother while choking up and said.

"My two siblings know that 'Wu Shang' is too dangerous. In order to prevent accidents, we can only bring it here in this way."

"Adi is the apostle of A Niang Shouna, the goddess of the moon. His flesh and blood can suppress demons."

Enduring the pain by force, Gelai Baumu, who came to his senses a little bit, turned pale at the moment.

"Sister, I'd like to trouble you to wash 'Wu Shang' clean and let Lord Wu Zhu check it."

The tenacity and politeness of the Miao family boy won everyone's favor.

Chen Daji picked up "Wu Shang" and handed it to Zhang Chao.

"Beauty, please rest, I will go with Chao for such a trivial matter."

"There is also the boy with closed eyes, you should sit down for a while, we know that it hurts all the time..."

"Must beep!" Zhang Chao responded in a daze.

"I'm good at washing clothes and vegetables. If you don't believe me, you can ask my mother. It's so clean!"

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the Miao family siblings, and no one noticed that the moment Zhang Chao's hand touched "Wushang", there was a trace of black smoke.

Zhang Chao showed pain on his face, struggling to say something, but his eyes were blurred for a while.

After being stunned for a moment, a crazy smile appeared on his face.

But seeing Chen Dage beside him, he immediately suppressed it.

Obviously, he is very jealous of this half-bad boy, so he can only feel ruthless in his heart:

Little bastard, you wait!

After I, Zhang Shizu, have completely annihilated the souls of unfilial descendants in my body, I will make you into a refined corpse and torture you day and night!

You can't live, you can't die!

Although Chen Daji doesn't look very smart, he has a very keen sixth sense.

Otherwise, how could he never provoke someone he couldn't beat.

The patriarch of the Zhang family wanted to harm him, and this guy immediately noticed it.

He stopped, tightened the collar of his clothes, and muttered softly.

"Damn it, why are you shaking all of a sudden?!"

"We used to feel this way every time before we were about to be beaten... We haven't gotten into trouble recently!"

"Could it be that a few days ago, Ba Ye knew about adding chili powder to Ba Ye's instant noodles... No way!"

Having said this, Chen Dage suddenly stopped, turned his head, and stared at "Zhang Chao" intently.

It wasn't until Zhang Shizu, who "re-occupied the high ground with IQ", wondered if he had been discovered by these half-bad guys, that Chen Daji opened his mouth treacherously.

"Chao, it's not your kid who said about putting peppers on Ba Ye?"

Zhang Shizu was taken aback for a moment, and then secretly heaved a long sigh of relief, secretly thinking that it is better to be more cautious in front of this tough guy in the future.

Quietly let go of the pinched knuckles, Zhang Shizu tried to imitate Zhang Chao's tone to reply.

"Then how can I, I'm not that kind of silver!"

"Besides, if we told Eighth Master, he would have whipped you with his big tail long ago, and he wouldn't keep you overnight..."

It was right for Chen Dage to think about it carefully, so he didn't bother with this issue any more.

Just kept muttering in a low voice: "Which bastard is trying to harm me!"

"Don't let me know, if you know, use your sword to hit his head and fart!"

Hearing this, Zhang Shizu shrank his neck subconsciously, only to feel a headache for a while...

When the two put the cleaned "Wushang" on the bluestone table, the deaf mother-in-law lightly held it in her hand, her eyes full of solemnity.

After a moment of silence, I drew my fingernails:

I saw that the outermost "thing" was split open, revealing two tightly fastened tortoise shells.

The tortoise shell has turned black, and it is engraved with mysterious and simple symbols.

The weight and vicissitudes of the years are overwhelming.

"Grandma, isn't this a bastard? Why do you call it 'Wu Shang'?"

Chen Daji looked left and right around the tortoise shell, but he couldn't see the way in it.