Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

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Xiao Honglu said, "Then wait until we get the bronze-horned golden coffin back for you and capture the zombies before you set off again."

"This is also a good way to get things done."

Taoist Qianhe nodded and frowned as he looked at Manager Wu who was sitting on the ground outside the courtyard crying.

"That's fine with me, but..."

Seeing this, Xiao Honglu shook his head helplessly and said:
"Help them to the end. I'll go and tell them."

"I believe that these people in the court will understand."

Taoist Master Qianhe was stunned. This was the first time he looked directly at this group of Taoist friends who had descended from the sky.

There were six men in total, four of whom looked like ordinary people.

Only one of them looked like a cultivator, and the other one was a monk, with something strange about him.

Chizuru couldn't understand the remaining four people.

It’s just that what the young man named Li Xiao said just now is not something that an ordinary person can say.

This is why I dare not underestimate others.

Hearing what Xiao Honglu said, Qianhe couldn't help but explain:

"My fellow Taoist, that Wu Guanshi usually has a weird personality."

"Maybe words, maybe..."

Before Taoist Qianhe finished speaking, Xiao Honglu waved his hand and walked away.

"Who are you? Where is Chizuru? What was he doing just now? That woman was so rude. She scared me to death."

"Hey, hey, hey, let me tell you..."

"Come on, everyone, look into my eyes."

"Now forget what just happened. You will stay here for a few days, and then you will be back on the road again, and everything will be as normal."

Manager Wu, four servants, and a dozen officers all had dull looks in their eyes. After a few seconds of confusion, they regained their composure.

"You go over there, and you, level this place, yes, yes, here."

Under the command of Manager Wu, everyone began to pack up their things as expected, as if they were going to set up camp on the spot.

Just when Xiao Honglu thought that this was all.

The little prince got down from the sedan chair next to him.

Looking up at Xiao Honglu:
“You were just using…”

"Uh, what is this?"

Xiao Honglu smiled brightly and said:
"Here's a lollipop, try it."

The young prince, who was only six or seven years old, took it, licked it, and his eyes lit up. He looked behind him and said nothing more.

Xiao Honglu felt relieved only after seeing this scene.

Adults have their own ways, and children have their own ways. As for why the Soul-Capture Eyes don’t work.

Xiao Honglu was actually prepared from the beginning.

Little prince, he is still a prince.

Not to mention that he is prone to spiritual ecstasy, it cannot be affected by ordinary magic.

Otherwise, if an ordinary soul-catching eye could control the emperor, the imperial court in this world would have ceased to exist long ago.

I saw that Steward Wu and the young prince were both behaving well.

Taoist Qianhe then nodded with relief.

Then he said:

"Brother, can you let the little prince live here with me?"

“I’m worried…”

Before Taoist Qianhe finished speaking, Taoist Simu came over and patted his chest and said:

"of course can."

"Jia Le, go clean up the rooms for Master Uncle and the four fellow apprentices."

Qian He was afraid of troubling his senior brother, so he quickly shouted from behind:
"Just the morgue."

When Taoist Simu gave the instructions, Jiale looked curiously at the people guarding the little prince.

Secretly asked:

"Master, why do the uncles and the others seem to care so much about this little prince?"

Taoist Simu turned his back, shook his head and whispered:

"Didn't I just say it? We are blood relatives!"

Taoist Simu knocked Jiale on the head in disappointment.

"This little prince should be the direct blood relative of that zombie."

"Plus, we have the aura of the dynasty on us. If the zombies suck our blood, I'm afraid we will be in big trouble!"

After saying this, Taoist Simu just remembered it and quickly told Zheng Zha and the others beside him.

Zheng Zha, Li Xiao nodded to show that he understood.

And at this moment, a loud rumbling sound of thunder suddenly came from the clear sky.

It scared everyone.

Fortunately, it only startled a flock of sparrows and there were no other unusual phenomena.

Afterwards, Taoist Qianhe, along with four disciples, the young prince, and Steward Wu, lived in Taoist Simu's side room.

Zheng Zha and his friends lived in Master Ikkyu's room and the back wing of Taoist Simu respectively.

Of course, everyone also secretly discussed how to protect several characters in the plot.

After a quick lunch at noon.

The Zhongzhou team gathered together again.

Back room.

Looking at his teammates with serious expressions, Zheng Zha was the first to speak:
"What should I do? The following plot should have no reference value now, right?"

"After all, this zombie was snatched away before anyone even saw his face."

"Do not have."

Xiao Honglu said seriously:

"Time cannot be changed. I asked Master Ikkyu. It is August now, which is the rainy season here."

"If I were another Zhao Yingkong, I would follow the original plot and do it when it rains heavily tonight."

"Let the zombies experience the tribulation of thunder."

"Of course, it may not be called a thunder tribulation, but."

"In the plot, the zombies are so powerful, and it is closely related to this lightning strike."

"The other two, Zhao Yingkong and Que Feng, will definitely not give up this opportunity."

Zhu Wen nodded:

"In the plot, there are many opportunities for zombies to become stronger. One is thunder tribulation, the second is the blood of Taoist priests, and the third is the blood of close relatives."

"And then there is the identity of a frontier royal family, and the great general of the Hundred Battles Sand City."

"You could say that in the original book, the zombies' states have been maxed out."

"And now."

Zheng Zha smiled bitterly:

"Now, Que Feng and the others probably know the whole process, so they will naturally not give up."

"After all, there are a lot of good things in the underworld."

"That's why we should keep an eye on the little prince."

"No, wait, wait, everyone."

Saito Yi and Cheng Xiao looked at everyone with strange eyes.

Especially the girl next to Li Xiao.

"Why aren't you surprised at all?"

"Why are there two Zhao Yingkongs? And how did Que Feng become a human?"

"Most importantly, why would they become our opponents?"

"Especially the other Zhao Yingkong, why was he able to suppress Chen Zilong?"

"Looks very powerful?"

Hearing Cheng Xiao's words, Chen Zilong, the green leaf, could not help but frown.

There's no way. I've never fought like this before, and I feel a little embarrassed.

Zheng Zha was confused:

"Hey, didn't I tell you the story of another Zhao Yingkong?"

Li Xiao also scratched his head in embarrassment.

Cheng Xiao said: "I did say that, but we only know about, ahem, the double experience." Zheng Zha and Li Xiao covered half of their faces, looking quite helpless, and then gave a brief introduction.

When the two learned that there was another Zhao Yingkong who was suspected to have perfectly unlocked the fourth-order gene lock, and was able to suppress the A-level enhancement and fight against the captain of the Japanese team who was holding double A props.

Just keep your mouth shut.

It was even more rare for Cheng Xiao to be serious, and he didn't dare to show any of his evil intentions.

"Sakura, do you have anything to say?"

"By the way, can you use your Soul Slashing Sword and Death God abilities?"

"And can you do what Que Feng and the others did just now, breaking through the space barrier and entering the underworld?"

After Li Xiao finished speaking, he looked at the girl beside him with concern.

Zhao Yingkong said slowly:

"Quefeng is the embodiment of the Soul-Severing Sword. As for the other me, I don't know whether it's Kongji or something else."

"But she was telling the truth."

"That is, I am definitely not her opponent right now."

"Whether it's the genetic lock or the use of the god of death's abilities, it's all the same."

"And I don't know why, but I have a very familiar feeling about her."

"It's like this isn't the first time we've met."

"But I have seen it a long time ago."

Li Xiao asked cautiously, "A long time ago, before I got the enhancement of the God of Death?"

Zhao Yingkong nodded with a tense expression on her face: "Yes, even before entering the main god space."

"I just don't know why I forgot."

"I couldn't feel it before, but now I think my memory must have been tampered with."

Zhao Yingkong, with no expression on his face, just expressed his guess.

Hearing this, Zheng Zha, Xiao Honglu, and Li Xiao looked at each other thoughtfully.

Li Xiao continued: "What about your current strength?"

Zhao Yingkong: "There is no effect at all. The Soul Slashing Sword is still the same as before. If this hadn't just happened, I wouldn't even have noticed it."

As Zhao Yingkong spoke, two soul-slaying swords, one on the left and one on the right, were condensed from spirit particles.

Appeared in Zhao Yingkong's hands.

A golden short blade, and a long sword with countless "empty" characters carved on it in black and white.

Then the clothes on his body changed synchronously.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Zha and others breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Zhao Yingkong is the main combat force in the Zhongzhou team.

If the Soul-Slaying Sword's ability is abolished, then the strength of the two will continue to decline, and this mission will be difficult to accomplish.

It was at this time that Chen Zilong sighed helplessly.

"I thought that this time the horror movie could return to normal difficulty, but now it seems."

"The difficulty has obviously increased by two times... Ugh!"

After Chen Zilong finished speaking, he felt two sharp gazes shooting at him.

It was Zhao Yingkong and Zhu Wen.

"Cough cough!"

Li Xiao said at this time: "I think it may also be related to Zhan Lan and Chu Xuan's departure from the team."

"Otherwise, the other Yingkong and Quefeng would have been discovered by Zhan Lan as soon as they appeared."

"How can we fight against Yingkong and our entire Zhongzhou team?"

Just at this moment, boom, boom, boom!
Zheng Zha opened the door and saw his two fellow disciples, Qianhe and Simu.

"Is there anything the two Taoist priests need?"

Looking at Zheng Zha and the others, the two Taoist priests exchanged glances with difficulty, and it was the thick-skinned Taoist priest Simu who decided to speak:
"Ahem, it's a copper-footed golden coffin. After we subdue the zombies, we'll need a copper-horned golden coffin."

"But, I got together with my junior brother and Master Ikkiu, and finally this..."

“This is just not enough.”

Zheng Zha, Li Xiao and others were also stunned when they heard this.

Then I realized that what Taoist Qianhe said made sense.

It’s just that they have gold, but they don’t have a golden coffin…

"A golden coffin with bronze horns? Do you think this is okay?"

A female voice suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

A golden coffin appeared in the room.

The person who released it was Li Ru, who had remained silent from beginning to end.

At this time, the others remembered that there was a member in the team who was not a team member.

Or in other words, Chu Xuan's people.

Qianhe and Simu Taoist touched it and found it cold, but the texture was actually somewhat soft.

It was a coffin made of the finest pure gold.

"Okay, okay, that's great."

"You just need to wrap the eight corners with gilded copper, then draw the corpse-suppressing talisman, and seal it with the ink fountain net. It will be no worse than before."

“It’s even better.”

After Taoist Qianhe finished speaking, the two of them thanked Zheng Zha and the others.

Then he called his four fellow apprentices from the southeast, northwest, and northeast to carry him out.

Watching the others leave, Xiao Honglu looked at Li Ru and whispered:

"The golden coffin, prepared by Chu Xuan?"

Li Ru nodded.

In fact, Li Xiao wanted to ask, is the golden coffin still useful?
Or maybe the other Zhao Yingkong is not a good person at all. Can this royal zombie really have a good beginning and a good end in her hands?
After shaking their heads with a headache, everyone continued to discuss the preparations for today after nightfall.

Because according to Xiao Honglu's calculations, although time is tight, Zhao Yingkong and his men will probably still choose to launch a surprise attack tonight.

This was because the Ghost Month had just passed these two days, and there were still spirit particles in the air that allowed the "Soul-Slaying Sword" to move freely.

After a few days of returning to normal and the environment being weakened, even another Zhao Yingkong might not be a match for the Zhongzhou team.

in the courtyard.

"Master, this coffin is shining with gold, it must be very valuable."

Taoist Simu put his hands behind his back and said, "Of course, it's made of gold."

Jiale nodded seriously: "Yes, Master, I will work hard to make money and buy an identical pair in the future."

"How respectful to you, old man!"

Taoist Simu nodded, then was surprised, and finally looked at his good disciple in disbelief.

Instead, Master Ikkyu, who heard this, smiled kindly and said:
"What a good disciple, Brother Dao, you have found a good disciple."

After saying this, Master Yixiu turned around and said to Jingjing seriously:

"You don't need to send me off. Master doesn't need it."

Jingjing also smiled and nodded: "Okay, Master."

"Master, you will live a long life."

Seeing this scene, Jiale seemed to feel that there was something wrong with what he had just said:

"Um, Master, did I say something wrong?"

"What are you laughing at, Master Ikkyu?"

Taoist Simu smiled wryly: "Nothing, this old bald donkey envies me."

"I envy you, Master. What do I envy you for?"

Taoist Simu lowered his head in a slightly horrified manner: "Of course I envy that I have a good disciple!"

"Go, help your uncle grind ink."

"Before dark, finish the ink fountain net."

"Ah, Master, am I not going to make dinner?"

"No need for you, that brat prince has spoken, he will treat you to dinner today."

"Oh, Master."

into the night.

Black clouds rolled in.

Lightning flashed above the clouds, accompanied by muffled thunder.

After finishing their meal, Steward Wu, the young prince, and the accompanying officials retreated into the room.

The tents outside were abandoned. (End of this chapter)