The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 177 Send You Away
Back to the inn.

At this moment, Ren Zhuzhu has also followed Ahao, Aqiang and others into Mamadi's team.

Although Ah Hao is very idle.

But little girls of this age just like this kind of young man who is bold, thick-skinned and a little slick.

More importantly, the Nintendo who had turned into a zombie was her grandfather and the person with whom she had the deepest feelings.

Naturally, she would not be as indifferent as the other people in the Ren family. She had to watch her grandfather until he was finally buried in peace.

Look at the dishes on the table.

Then look at Uncle Nine sitting opposite him, his accomplished eldest disciple, and the old man sitting next to him.

For a moment, Mamadi was completely exhausted.

Seeing that the usually carefree Mama was now completely depressed, Ren Zhuzhu looked at Ah Hao beside her curiously:

"Ah Hao, what happened to your master? Why does it seem like your master is absent-minded today?"

Hearing Ren Zhuzhu's question, Ah Hao carefully glanced at the uncle opposite him, and then said softly:
"Master has been hit hard. Don't worry about him. We can just eat our own food."

"Now that our uncle is here to calm the situation, we can have a good meal."

After hearing what Ah Hao said, Ren Zhuzhu looked at her mother opposite her with some curiosity.

She was a little confused. What did it mean to be able to have a good meal? Couldn't she just eat normally?

Seeing that everyone present had gathered, Uncle Jiu nodded and then said:
"Get ready to eat!"

After the words fell, Uncle Jiu turned his gaze to Qiu Sheng who was standing next to him.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's look, Qiu Sheng quickly took out three small bowls and three pairs of chopsticks from the small bag:

"Seventh Uncle, please."

"Master, this is yours."

Seeing that the three people opposite even brought their own bowls and chopsticks for eating, Ren Zhuzhu couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise.

This, this, this...what is going on?
Before she could do anything, she saw Mamadi, who was sitting there looking a little listless, getting excited:

"I didn't expect you to be like this after not seeing you for so long! You bring your own bowls and chopsticks when you eat, why don't you cook for yourself?"

After hearing what Mama said, Uncle Nine wiped his chopsticks and then said with some displeasure:
"If I were eating with someone else, I wouldn't have to bring my own bowl and chopsticks, but when I'm eating with you, I have to be careful."

"If I hadn't had to, I wouldn't want to eat with someone as unhygienic as you."

After hearing Uncle Jiu say this, Mom couldn't help but get angry. If you don't let me do it, I will do it.

Thinking of this, Mom also let go and started picking her nose, picking her feet, and even using her hands to grab vegetables.

Fortunately, Uncle Jiu knew Mom's habits and brought his own bowl and chopsticks, and even prepared dishes for all three of them in advance.

Otherwise, I would really be disgusted by him.

Even so, Uncle Jiu's expression was not very good:

"Behave yourself!"

When he saw his mother picking her toes and then tearing the roast duck with her hands, his face changed immediately.

Originally, Ren Zhuzhu was a little curious about what it meant to have a good meal.

But after all, they were of lower generation, and had not picked up the dishes in advance like Uncle Jiu and the others.

It was precisely because of this that when she saw her mother eating, she almost vomited:
"Ugh... ugh..."

Seeing this, she didn't even want to eat the remaining food on the table.

Seeing this, Ah Hao was very considerate and handed over the big steamed bun that his mother had not touched:

"Zhuzhu, eat some steamed buns first."

When Ren Zhuzhu saw the steamed buns handed over by Ah Hao, her expression looked much better.

at last.

The meal was finished in such a weird atmosphere.

The night came as expected.

Qiu Sheng, who had already finished his meal and dealt with various matters, naturally lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

However, what no one noticed was that as the night deepened, there seemed to be a special aura brewing from the motionless rag doll.

"Om..."

The aura was so strange that even as a person imprisoned in it, Blake didn't feel the slightest bit of it.

at the same time.

Song Feng, who did not participate in Uncle Jiu's efforts to solve the zombie problem, suddenly sat in a wheelchair and slowly walked out of the inn under the push of many small paper figures:

“Even if young people have plans for success, they are still too young to understand the complexity of this world.”

"Since others have a deliberate plan, how could they only communicate with the spirit world and the underworld without touching the mages in the world of the living?"

When he said this, Song Feng glanced at Uncle Jiu's room, where the light was on:
"Forget it, this matter is more or less related to me, so let me clean up the mess for you young people, and I can also go out for a walk and have some food..."

While sighing leisurely, Song Feng's wheelchair was pushed slowly into the darkness by many little paper figures.

The whole process was very light and plain.

The noise was so small that even Uncle Nine, who had been calculating Feng Shui in the room and planning how to deal with the zombies, was not alarmed.

the other side.

In Longshui Town, not far from Renjia Village, the large inn used for accommodation has been booked at this moment.

There were no outsiders in the entire inn except the people who booked the inn.

Although this group of people are mysterious, no one will bother them because they are paid a lot of money.

At night, bright lights are lit in the courtyard.

Those uninvited guests, who were wearing long-sleeved gowns so that their faces could not be seen, were standing guard in the courtyard.

Only the three people who truly served as the core were sitting quietly in the room talking.

"Wow!"

He pulled down the hood on his head.

Then, all I saw were three foreigners with white skin, blue eyes and yellow hair.

Take a closer look.

All I saw were these three foreigners who had taken off their hoods, and each of them had very distinctive clothes.

The foreigner on the left was wearing the robes of a priest of the Western Church. With his plain face, he looked like a priest who saved the world.

But the weird thing is.

What was hung around the priest's neck was not a silver cross, but a devilish skull with goat horns and a ferocious face.

The one on the right is wearing a tuxedo.

It looks quite classic and decadent, like that of Western aristocrats.

The man sitting opposite the three looked much more peculiar; the robe he wore looked as if it were made of rags.

Wearing a wooden crown on his head.

Although it is very old, it gives people a strange feeling of natural vitality.

At this moment, the old man wearing the crown knocked on the table and spoke in Chinese with a Western accent:
"The holy objects bestowed by God have now successfully entered the Far East. The next step is to develop believers here according to the oracle."

"As long as the holy object completes the transformation of that body, then we will be able to welcome the divine coming. Lord, may you be at peace!"

When he spoke the last part, the old man with the crown looked like he was madly passionate.

He doesn't look like a believer with orthodox beliefs, but rather like a weird Western mystery society.

However, although the old man wearing the Guan crown behaved like this, the other two did not look surprised at all.

It looked as if he had seen it countless times before.

At this moment, the priest with the skull on his head spoke calmly:
"The Lord's power is too weak in the Far East. The Lord needs us and needs us to give our strength so that God can come."

"We need to take action now. The existence of the Lord cannot be questioned, and the Lord's oracle cannot be blasphemed. It is his honor to become the Lord's body!"

After hearing what the priest said, the nobleman in the tuxedo chuckled a few times, seemingly not caring at all:
"Don't preach your gods in front of me. You know, I am cooperating with you on behalf of the Noble Council."

"Although we share the same interests in the Far East, I will not believe in your god, let alone an evil god."

After hearing what the noble in the tuxedo said, the priest seemed very calm:

"My Lord is the righteous God, the Lord of the World, and the God of the End. When my Lord descends, all things will return to the abyss."

"Now is not the time to discuss this matter. What my Lord needs is a body that has complete Eastern bloodline..."

However, before they could finish, they saw the door that was originally quietly closed suddenly opened:

"Dangdang!"

The next moment, a figure in a wheelchair slowly emerged from the darkness:
"Cough cough cough..."

The cough gradually deepened, and it seemed to have a strange power that made the three people feel a sinking feeling in their hearts.

Looking at this sudden uninvited guest.

Whether it was Chris, the old man with the crown, or the priest, their faces darkened:
"Who are you? How did you get in?"

When he said this, the priest grabbed his own sharp skull and squeezed it hard:
"……ah!!!"

A strange sound like a howl was heard, and vaguely, there seemed to be an impact aimed at the soul.

The miserable wails continued to ring out.

The sound is very unpleasant and makes people feel irritated.

Looking at the priest's performance, Song Feng, who had already entered the room, was now looking at the three people present with an indifferent expression.

An inexplicable aura rose from him.

hum...

Faintly, his shadow seemed to blend into the darkness behind him, causing a sense of fear to arise in the hearts of the three people.

"Do you have any last words?"

The indifferent and nonchalant words seemed to sound suddenly, and seemed very deep in the darkness.

That indifferent attitude was as if dealing with the three of them was just like dealing with three stink bugs.

Looking at Song Feng's posture, and seeing that he seemed unaffected, the priest couldn't help but show a look of horror:

"How is this possible? The wail of the death bird is a holy object bestowed by God. How could you not be affected by it at all?"

"Even if you are a great wizard, there is no way you don't have the slightest abnormality... Legend, you are a legend in the Far East!!"

The terrified voice seemed to break at the end. At this moment, his eyes were full of fear.

Looking at the priest's performance, the old Western man wearing a crown suddenly looked gloomy:
"Sir, we are from the Church of Dusk..."

However, before he could finish, Song Feng, who had been watching the three of them, shook his head in boredom:
"Another boring trick..."

The next moment, his wheelchair turned in a strange direction.

Then, the wheelchair, pushed by an unknown force, slowly moved out of the courtyard with its back to them.

"Gululu..."

Saw this scene.

The priest, the noble in tuxedos and the other three consciously walked out of the room.

However, when they walked out of the room and into the courtyard, the expressions of the three people changed completely:
"…How is this possible?" ×3
A cry of surprise suddenly rang out.

Looking closely, they only saw the believers they had brought with them, now standing quietly on the wall in black robes.

Everyone has the same posture.

There wasn't even a hint of life in his body.

It was as if there was a rope hanging around their necks in the sky, making them stand on tiptoe.

In the blink of an eye, all their men were dealt with before they could even react.

How could this not terrify them?

You know, those who can come from the West to the Far East are all the most famous magicians and wizards in the local area!
Just at this time.

I only saw the dozen or so people in black robes who were originally standing quietly on the wall, now floating down from the wall like bats:

Brush brush!
The next moment, only a dozen men in black robes were seen, as if they were weightless. They circled in the air a few times and then surrounded the three people.

"Woooooooo..."

At this time, the three people finally saw the specific situation under the black robe.

Taking a closer look, I could see that there were no living people under these dozen black robes.
These are clearly pieces of delicate human skin that are as thin as a cicada's wing and as transparent as a sheet!

Just at this time.

All that was seen was Song Feng's shadow, which seemed somewhat deformed under the moonlight, and which was now beginning to engulf the entire courtyard.

And as if by coincidence, the bright moon in the sky was covered by a dark cloud, making the courtyard suddenly dark.

next moment.

All I saw was an endless stream of paper figures jumping out from the darkness.

"Creak, creak, creak."

"Crack, click, click."

"……ah!!"

The chewing sounds and screams complemented each other.

When the dark cloud no longer blocked the bright moon, there was no trace of any living beings in the courtyard.

Only Song Feng was sitting in a wheelchair with his back to the bright moon, looking like an old man who was about to die.

"Cough cough cough..."

The coughing sound continued, and the old voice seemed even more mysterious in the moonlight.

Just at this time.

All I saw were two little paper figures suddenly jumping out from the ground, pushing the wheelchair away.

It was as if Song Feng just came out to stroll around and have fun this time.

A faint voice continued to spread from the darkness and drifted in the wind, sounding a little disappointed:
"It's been so many years, and these Westerners are still only using these tricks. There's nothing new about them..."

(End of this chapter)