Begins with Zombie Daoist

Chapter 102 128 Arrival
With a bang, the Qixing Yanyue Knife hit the ground, Zhuo Bufan showed a terrified expression, with his current strength, he couldn't let the Qixing Yanyue Knife stop for a moment, and fell directly to the ground.

The old cave guard sneered: "If a cat or a dog can pick up a precious sword, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

Legend has it that it takes a pair of seven-star girls to open the hole outside the cave. Among the six, only Lei Xiu is a seven-star girl, and only Zhi Chunyang can afford the Seven-Star Yanyue Knife. Ma Xiaohai, Yu Dachu, Lei Gang, and Mao Xiaofang have picked it up in the original play.

The world is full of thunder and lightning, and the thunder power condensed from the Thunder Avatar is not inferior to pure Yang Qi. Zhuo Bufan doesn't believe in this evil, the thunder power gushes out of the thunder element, pours into his palms, and a light blue arc emerges in the palm.

He grabbed the handle of the Qixing Yanyue Knife, let out a low growl, and the veins on his forehead, neck, and arms bulged, like horned dragons, extremely ferocious.

"Get up!"

The Qixing Yanyue Knife, which weighed over a thousand jun, was lifted up with difficulty by him. The mocking smile of the cave guard froze on his face, and he looked at Zhuo Bufan in surprise.

"Really destined?!"

Zhuo Bufan, a predestined person, put down the Seven Star Yanyue Knife, sweating profusely, panting like a cow, and said to Ma Xiaohai and Yu Dachu: "Pick it up, let's go."

"Junior Brother Zhuo, you are working so hard, can we do it?"

"Sure." Zhuo Bufan encouraged.

Ma Xiaohai and Yu Dachu looked at each other, a little eager to try, and walked up to the Seven Star Yanyue Knife, Yu Dachu sighed: "Brother, this knife is really big!"

The two grabbed the handle of the knife and lifted it up. It seemed that it was more difficult, but it was much easier than Zhuo Bufan.Zhuo Bufan showed a speechless expression. He used to always laugh at single dogs, but now those who have girlfriends are despised by a knife.

"senior……"

The old man guarding the cave took a deep look at Ma Xiaohai, Yu Dachu, and Zhuo Bufan, "I've got the knife, you can go."

He waved a wave of spiritual power, and the closed stone door swung open, disappearing in front of the six people.

"Senior, I still have something to ask you, senior!"

"The old man runs so fast!"

Zhuo Bufan muttered, and asked Ma Xiaohai and Yu Dachu to leave the cave outside the cave with the Qixing Yanyue knife on their shoulders and return to Gantian Town.

……

Gantian Town, just arrived at midnight.

Uncle Tai carried a copper gong and knocked on it as he walked, shouting "close the doors and windows, and be careful of the fire and candles", and walked street by street.

The street was dark, except for Uncle Tai himself, there was no one else, and it was eerily quiet.Uncle Tai has been fighting for half his life, and he is very courageous. Gantian Town is often haunted by ghosts and zombies.After walking more than half of the town, he speeded up, thinking of going back early for a while.

After a while, Uncle Tai finished his shift work and was about to go home and sleep.I don't want to hear footsteps coming from behind, but it can't scare Uncle Tai. Ghosts don't make any sound when they walk, and zombies use jumping, so it's easy to tell them apart.He was a little puzzled, who was still running around on the street so late.

Turning around and looking, I saw three people walking towards each other. They were wearing black robes and hoods. They were all in black, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. They looked like ghosts in the night.The other person was just the opposite. He was dressed in white, his face was hidden in a white hood, and he walked forward with a dull head.

At the middle of the night, the sky was dark, two black and one white three people looked like the ecstasy messenger from the underworld, black and white impermanence.Uncle Tai's back was fluffy, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and slowly moved towards the three of them.

As they got closer, Uncle Tai felt relieved. It turned out to be three fake ghosts. He couldn't help secretly slandering them for not sleeping in the middle of the night and pretending to be ghosts.

"Three, it's late at night. Those from outside come and stay in the hotel. The hotel is open at twelve hours. The locals should go home and sleep quickly. Don't wander the streets, it's not safe."

The man in white robe raised his head, revealing a young, pale and handsome face, and said with a slight smile: "Thank you, old man, how can I get to Fuxi Hall?"

This person looked like he was in his 20s, but his voice was deep, thick, unclear, and full of stagnation, giving people a sense of the vicissitudes of life after sixty years of experience.

Uncle Tai was surprised, and said: "Go along this street, turn right at the first intersection, go straight, and you will arrive at Fuxi Hall."

"Thank you!"

The man in white robe lowered his head and passed Uncle Tai.Uncle Tai stepped aside and was about to go home when a black shadow blocked his way.When he looked up, the pupils of his eyes dilated instantly, his mouth opened, and he wanted to let out a cry of horror.

Unfortunately, he can no longer make a sound - he is dead!

The white-robed man turned his head to look, and one of the skinny black shadows laughed and said, "How can a guest not bring a gift when he comes to visit?"

"You have a heart, I don't know if Daoist Mao likes this gift."

"He must like it!"

"He must like it!"

The skinny black shadow carried Uncle Tai's body to the door of Fuxi Hall, and the man in white robe lifted his hood, showing an excited and excited expression.He stepped forward and pressed his palm on the door, there was a crackling sound, and the wooden door was frozen by the ice, breaking into pieces and falling to the ground.

The three of them walked into Fuxi Hall swaggeringly.

Mao Xiaofang had already fallen asleep, when there was a bang, the door was kicked open, and three figures broke into the room.

"who?"

Mao Xiaofang pulled back the quilt, and with his fingers in the air, a burning thread stretched across.The man in white exhaled a breath of white air, and the line of fire turned into a popsicle, suspended in the air quietly.

Seeing this scene, Mao Xiaofang's face was serious, and he got off the bed, the kerosene lamp in the room ignited spontaneously, and the light emitted revealed the true colors of the three uninvited guests.

A young man, a bad guy with tattoos all over his face, a man as thin as a skeleton, was looking at Mao Xiaofang with the eyes of sizing up prey.

His eyes moved and fell on Uncle Tai who was carried by the skinny man. Mao Xiaofang was shocked and shouted, "Uncle Tai!"

The skinny man threw Uncle Tai's body at Mao Xiaofang's feet. Mao Xiaofang squatted down and sniffed, with a stern expression, "Killing innocent people indiscriminately, what do you want to do?"

"As the saying goes, courtesy is reciprocal, we gave you a gift, Taoist Master Mao, shouldn't you give us a gift?" the white-robed man asked with a smile.

Mao Xiaofang sneered and said: "Whoever kills innocent people indiscriminately and sends the dead as gifts, you are so insane and inhuman."

"This is just the first gift. It doesn't matter whether Daoist Mao accepts it or not. If you don't return the gift, we will keep giving it." The white-robed man pointed to the tattooed bald man, "Next time let him give you a naked gift." How about the young girl?"

"I can't wait." The tattooed man smiled lewdly.

"Don't hurt the villagers, what do you want?" Mao Xiaofang asked, staring at the white-robed man closely.

"The key to the tomb of the true god..." The white-robed man paused, and said word by word: "You still have your life..."

(End of this chapter)