The Zombie Book Boy

Turning around, each of them found a place to stand still, took out the talisman paper, and was about to do the trick, when they heard footsteps approaching in the forest, and at the same time, one person shouted: "Who is making trouble here?"

"No, the stinky Taoist priest who is too empty is back." The old Taoist was startled, hesitated again and again, slapped his thigh and said: "Disciple, retreat first!"

Without further ado, the little boy took the talisman paper and ran away. The old Taoist was taken aback for a moment, and said angrily, "Oh, you are a queen for the master hall!"

As soon as the two of them rushed out, several people quickly emerged from the dense forest behind them. They were the Taoist priests who entered the mountain first. The four of them looked at the hole in the formation, their faces turned green and then black.

"Senior Brother, the array has been broken, and the Five Evil Sword has been stolen, what should we do next?" asked one of the young Taoist priests.

The Taoist whom he called senior brother was a tall, thin, black and yellow man with dark eyes, and he said sharply, "Chasing!"

After speaking a yard, Dang followed the leading lights first, followed by the young Taoist priest who spoke earlier.

But there were two people standing there without moving, one of them said disdainfully: "Since the eyes of the array are broken, the Wusha sword will definitely fail, what's the use of chasing?"

Another person asked: "Should we go back first, or rest at the foot of the mountain?"

"Go to the bottom of the mountain to inquire about it. Recently, is there any other expert who has entered this Waleng Mountain?" After many years of formation here, he finally achieved one, but it was ruined by others. How could he really swallow this breath.

Huang Hou'er still didn't know how bad he was, so he danced the wooden sword in his hand and ran wildly in the depths of the dense forest.

The boy who followed was too young after all, he was thrown off after running for a while, and had to stop. The old man came from behind panting, and as soon as he arrived, he sat down on his buttocks, screaming Saying: "My old life is dying"

The little boy didn't even look at him, he just looked around all around, he kept raising his nose, and said after a while: "Master, did you see clearly the man who broke the formation?"

"...", the old Taoist lay facelessly on the ground without saying a word.

The little boy said to himself, "I can smell the stench of corpses from that man."

"Corpse smell?" The old man sat cross-legged with a carp straight, no longer half-dead before, his eyes shined and said: "You mean, he is Wuman?",

There was an evil prescription in the Long Dynasty, using corpse oil to smear the whole body to preserve youth. Although this method was terrifying, it was favored by high-ranking officials and nobles in private, and interests drove people away. Since then, there have been specialized corpse refiners.As the saying goes, Heaven’s law is clearly manifested in retribution, and this matter is too detrimental to yin and virtue. Anyone who enters this way, within a year, the skin of the whole body will gradually turn black and fester until he dies. He is tortured every day, so he is called Wuman by the world , Wu Man is easy to hide from others, and it is rare to see him once on weekdays.

The little boy had a serious face: "According to what I saw, it's not Wuman, it should be a zombie"

"Zombie!", the old man was startled, and his interest increased again: "Zombie, that's a good thing, I haven't touched it for many years." After thinking about it, he felt wrong: "Is it definitely a zombie?"

The little boy analyzed seriously with a wooden face: "Although the smell of the corpse is weak, the smell is pure, the limbs are slightly stiff, and the running is fast, it should be flying stiffness."

"Flying stiff?" The old Taoist stood up in a jerk, patted his buttocks and said, "Disciple, what should we do?"

"What Master said is right", Xiaotong nodded in agreement, with his and his master's ability, ordinary white and black stiffness can be dealt with, if it is flying stiffness, it's better to stay where it is cool.Before leaving, he glanced at the direction where the person disappeared, and sighed old-fashionedly: "It's a pity", he only encountered a zombie once, and in the past few years, the ghosts have gradually faded away. Master is almost out of food.

"Teacher, follow up quickly," the old Taoist changed direction and walked back through the weeds.

The little boy adjusted his satchel and trotted to keep up.Not long after they left, there was a flash of light, and the two Taoists, one in front of the other, followed the yellow monkey closely.

38

The road from Caishikou in Langmen to Yamen dungeon was crowded with people before noon, and when the Pang family came out in chains, there was a rare silence.Those who walked in the front were the people who were exiled this time. There should have been 11 people, including the eighth grandmother who was taken away by the bandits, and three concubines who died of inexplicable diseases within ten days. Only the old and young women and children remained The six people plus a baby who was still in the swaddling state, all of them were unkempt, like beggars on the street.

After all, the criminal manager is old, and he was punished twenty sticks for no reason. Even with the medicine, his injuries are still serious these days. Frowning, he just touched the heavy silver ingot in his pocket, but didn't make a sound after all.Mr. Pang fell to the bottom one foot away, standing in the creaking cage, with a grey-white head protruding out, in a miserable shape.

"Master, master", there was a low sobbing sound from the crowd, and when they looked up, they were all old servants from the old house, and they probably came here to see them off, so Mr. Pang was somewhat relieved, and twisted his neck to take a look. Look, he also recognized a lot of acquaintances in the village, all of them were sad, he closed his eyes and sighed, the past goes with the wind, even if he is unwilling, this farewell is in vain.

When he came to the fork in front of the big medicine store of He Nian Tang on West Street, the one in front went to the left, but the prison car turned into the street on the right. It was only then that Pang Zhu became anxious. After all, there was no water in his eyes, he howled out with a "wow" and hit him at the head, and the weeping in the team gradually became louder, and the yamen servant on the side pulled him and reprimanded in a low voice: "This is the end of the matter." , what's the use of crying, let's hurry up."

Across the crowded archway, a field was opened at the corner of Caishikou. During this period, there was a man with a big arm and a round waist, with a red scarf on his head and a bare arm carrying a ghost-head knife. In Xipengli far away, the county magistrate hid in it and sipped tea comfortably.

Not long after, Mr. Pang was brought to him, and he was escorted to kneel down on the ground. A yamen servant swiftly took a strip of white cloth and blindfolded him.The county magistrate squinted at the sun above his head, leaned into the magistrate's ear, and said, "My lord, it's time."

"In that case, let's execute the sentence." The county magistrate put down the tea bowl, dusted off his sleeves and sat down solemnly, holding a pen in one hand and grabbing the lottery in the lottery container with the other.

As the prison cards with red bets drawn on them were thrown, the people onlookers became excited again. Mr. Pang's head, which was clamped from left to right by the yamen guards behind him, almost stuck to the ground, his ears were buzzing, and he could no longer hear anything else. of.The executioner pulled the black cloth covering the knife, took a mouthful of spirits and sprayed it on the black knife, held the knife in his back hand, took a step forward, and said: Master Pang, have a good journey. Raising the butcher knife high, the timid woman and child couldn't bear to look directly, and turned their heads quietly, but they heard a 'clang', the crowd fell silent, and then exploded the pot with a 'boom': "The knife is broken! "

However, he saw that the heavy knife that had beheaded countless people was actually broken into two sections, and the broken tip bounced twice on the ground, drawing an arc and going straight towards Xi Peng, the executioner was stunned. Staring at the blood gurgling from the tiger's mouth, which stained the handle of the knife red, he swallowed with difficulty.

The magistrate straightened up from the armchair where he fell down, thinking of the broken knife that just brushed his face, and recalling the strange incident in the yamen recently, his back was chilling, but his heart became more and more ruthless: "Change Knife!" The county magistrate on the side boldly kicked the broken knife out of Xi Peng with his toe.

The executioner's knife kills ghosts, and ghosts are hard to find a good knife. The black and red ghost knife was sharpened by beheading countless heads. , This work has to continue. A yamen servant unloaded his saber and handed it forward. The executioner shook it in his hand, and it was light. He was looking at the blade, which was thin and blunt. If this knife was used, the old man today would It's not going to go smoothly.

Just when the executioner felt pity, a dark cloud suddenly floated in the sky, covering the scorching sun just in time, the sky darkened suddenly, and the commotion of the crowd became more and more violent. The pressure behind him was released again, and he straightened up. At this stall, there was a strong wind on the flat floor, and large flakes of snowflakes fell down, which hurt people's skin.

In the howling wind and snow, someone suddenly said: "Dark clouds swallow the sun and snow in June, and there are many injustices and prisons for officials, but I don't want to. There are gods three feet above the head, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Alas! Alas!", that The voice fluctuated, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, passed through the bustling crowd, and fell into everyone's ears, shaking everyone's minds with countless thoughts.

The noisy noise gradually subsided, and after a while, the wind and snow cleared and the scorching sun reappeared. The people who were lying on the ground looked up, only to see that the old man Pang in the middle had disappeared on the ground, and they were all very shocked.The county magistrate had already been frightened so that the two groups fought, only the magistrate buried his head and couldn't see his expression.

A mule cart drove out of the alley on the other side of Henian Hall. The driver was a young man in a coarse cloth shorts. He only heard him say "drive" and didn't pull the rein. The mule pulling the cart started bouncing. ran out of horse speed.

When Bai Jia caught up, he saw Pang Zhu and his grandparents. One was crying and almost died, and was held aside to persuade him. There are not so many people anymore, and the escorts don't need to carry them. Since they have received benefits from people, they have allowed them to talk more.

"Brother Seven", Bai Jia didn't drive the car too close, and stopped ten feet away. Qian'er had sharp eyes, and was the first one to see it.

Bai Jia nodded at him, Qian'er breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Why don't you tell the young master, you didn't see, the young master's eyes are swollen from crying."

"Stay farther away