Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

“Brother, I saved your hand, why are you in pain?” Luo Chuan stared at the flashing thunder in the sky, his calves trembling.

"Brother, we should be able to deal with Shi Jian together." Uncle couldn't refuse, so he took Luochuan into the Maoshan Guild Hall.

"Brother, you are here."

Shi Jian was like a face-changer, with a righteous look on his face. He looked at Uncle Jiu calmly, his eyes a little stiff, staring at Luo Chuan.

Does Sichuan Opera perform face changing?

Justice is solemn. Where did it come from? There is only sadness and regret of crying while holding a child.

"Brother, fortunately I didn't complete the mission. After many difficulties, I finally became my brother's apprentice. Shao Jian asked for the zombie fungus. 'Nine eyes, uncle.

Wen rushed out immediately and kissed Shi Jian directly on the mouth.

I was really relieved.

"Freeze the baby."

Even Uncle Jiu’s connections don’t have that ability.

"Brother, I am sorry for the loss." Luochuan took a step forward.

"Young man, you don't have to say anything. Those who do bad things deserve it. Everything is just his retribution. You learned my Maoshan Taoism, but you didn't want to ward off evil spirits, and you fell in love with ghost tricks. Under the guidance of Master Lin and his two senior brothers, you are confused."

Luochuan looked at Shi Jian expressionlessly.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

This guy is not just for justice.

His own son, just like that, is still here. …

My heart is so ruthless.

"Second brother, senior brother didn't invite you. Now I have to heal my son...apprentice. Brother, please go down the mountain early and be careful of the slippery road." Shi Jian did not try to keep them.

They will be driven out of Maoshan directly.

Along the way, Luochuan was very worried. Looking back, he saw that the thunder behind him was only confined to Maoshan.

Coming out of the border of Maoshan, there was not a single cloud.

"Brother, what are you worried about?" Uncle Jiu saw Luochuan's contradiction.

"Brother, we may have been blacklisted by Shijun. Then we are almost there." Luochuan was a little depressed.

"Impossible." Qiu Sheng couldn't believe it. It was the face of the hippie he used to be.

Uncle Jiu glared at Qiu Sheng, and Wencai remained silent.

Dare not say much.

"Teacher, didn't you say you won't attack us?" Uncle Jiu didn't want to see the cannibalism scene. After all, we are all disciples of the same sect.

Learned together over the years.

"Brother, don't have any illusions." Luo Chuan patted his shoulder.

"Shi Shaojian, are you really hopeless?"

"What do you think? Let's wait and see tomorrow. If he's fine, we can just pretend that what happened between us never happened. Just in case..."

Chapter 169: Everything Can Be Thrown Away

Although Luo Chuan didn't finish speaking, Uncle Jiu also felt something different from Luo Chuan's words.

"Everything is unknown. Brother, maybe it will be okay to let those monsters out of the mountains. Maybe they have turned into flesh and blood because of life, old age, sickness and death."

Have a fantasy!

Luochuan didn't want to say anything.

Uncle Jiu finally came to his senses when reality slapped him hard in the face.

In Luochuan's memory, Shi Shaojian survived, not as a human, but as a zombie.

Live by drinking blood!

Leading the virgins of the yin and yang months of 7749 years, they followed their fate and rebelled against the Yin and Yang world, giving Shaojian Sect only one chance to return to the Yang world.

For Shi Shaojian, turning forty-nine lives into a bright future can not only prolong his life, but also give him unlimited power.

Such bad conditions.

Create zombie demons.

This is somewhat morally damaging.

The quiet night passes by quickly!

Luochuan was lying on the bed, still sleeping.

I was woken up by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai’s shouting.

"Master, the good news is that Shi Shaojian, that bastard, survived safely. He seems to have forgotten us. We took the wrong body and turned a blind eye." Qiu Sheng invited Uncle Jiu with a look of joy.

No need to worry about being robbed in the middle of the night, I can finally have a good sleep.

Uncle Jiu frowned and looked in the direction of Maoshan with a painful expression.

"Big Brother, don't you feel sorry for our ancestors by disobeying us like this?" Uncle Nine turned around silently and went back to his room.

I sighed.

"You two bastards, quickly prepare black dog blood, rooster blood, glutinous rice and inkstone..." Luo Chuan said a lot.

Who knows how he has paid it back in the past few years? I have not forgotten the people who ate these foods. It seems to be engraved in the bone marrow, coming randomly.

"Master, come quickly. The people are still alive. Why do you need these guys?' Autumn was a little more annoying.

"Who do you think has the ability to survive? Overnight, people can be connected by blood and flesh. Zombies, if you two waste anything, listen to your teacher and uncle immediately..."

Uncle Jiu took it upon himself to subdue demons. Even if he knew he was Shi Jian's son, so what? Even if he committed a crime, he would still not show mercy.

"Brother, is there a misunderstanding?"

"What misunderstanding? Instead of always being at a loss, it is better to prepare early." Luochuan took the fried dough sticks and soy milk brought back by Qiu Sheng and Wencai and started eating.

In fact, Uncle Jiu knew it very well, but he just wanted to find an excuse to escape. After all, Shi Shaojian was his senior brother's illegitimate son. If he really wanted to exorcise the demon, he would be killed.

I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it by then.

"Brother, cheer up. If Shi Shaojian did nothing, we would be blinded and distracted, allowing him, a corpse demon, to exist. If he really did something deviant, even if it was Shi Jian, it would be a matter of justice. You also know that the brother named Shi Jian has the most face and has an affair with the child. In front of him, he is just a spice of life, not the mainstream." Luo Chuan was convinced.

"I hope so. Shi Shaojian will not come out to die. If not, he will not be able to stay no matter how poor he is." Uncle Jiu said nothing.

Boring.

Peek outside the house secretly.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

“Look at Maoshan. We have many memories there.”

Luochuan looked at the uncle who was a little depressed.

Think back!

According to customary practice, the funeral must be dead. Only in this way can the feelings develop to the extreme.

Some eggs are painful.

"Brother, you are only thirty years old, don't get too deep here. Qiu Sheng has literary talent. The people of Renzhuang still need you to suppress all the demons and monsters and protect them from the invasion of wind and rain."

Luochuan looks cool.

On the roads of this world, there is only the past that cannot be recalled.

But what happened in the past can never be repeated.

"Luochuan, you are still so generous and generous." Uncle smiled.

On the country roads, there is a constant stream of vehicles and a lot of noise.

Luochuan and his uncle were walking leisurely on the street, and sometimes someone would say "Uncle Nine".

From this we can see that Uncle Jiu’s popularity here is like that of Zhong Kui.

Can ward off evil spirits! All kinds of monsters dare not approach!

"Master, this is of no benefit. A female corpse suddenly appeared in the alley ahead, and it seemed that she had been bled." In autumn, literary talent came in a hurry.

Guilty.

Luo Chuan sighed.

"' ˇShould he come or should he come? He is a fellow disciple who has studied for 20 years. Even if Shi Jian is talented, as long as he does not cross that threshold, he is just a mortal after all. No matter how capable he is, he will only fall into the devil's way after all."

The uncle frowned and came to a remote alley under the guidance of Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

The stench filled my nose.

Luochuan watched it from a distance.

There were two bloody holes on the girl's neck, as if she had been devoured by a wild beast. The outside was well preserved, but the inside was empty.

Mr. Shi Shaojian is really short. Master? Memory.

It has turned into a corpse demon, and is still wandering under Uncle Jiu's nose. You sucked the blood of a living person, you can no longer keep a low profile. You can find a nearby village at night.

Why did you take the lives of the people under Uncle Jiu's jurisdiction (Li Li Hao)?

Isn't this a desire to die?

Have you forgotten which direction the door to the Temple of Death opens?

"Brother, please look at the formation of this mummy. It's just like what the zombies said," Uncle Jiu said helplessly with a look of depression.

When fantasy is reflected in reality, it is the most helpless choice.

“Brother, this is not done by the zombies.” Luo Chuan quickly washed the zombies. He was the clone of the Zombie King. He didn’t want to be misunderstood by his uncle.

Come on, get rid of the demon!

"Aren't you a zombie?" Uncle Jiu raised his head, squatted, his dark hair with a strand of gray hair, tilted 45 degrees, and stared at Luochuan.

"This can be said to be a corpse monster, or a human-shaped alien. It should be the living dead created by the master." Luo Chuan expressed his attitude implicitly.

Owner?.

Chapter 170: Go and Return

Luochuan felt contempt in his heart for a while.

Are you not in a hurry? Why did it seem sunny outside when you were thousands of miles away, but suddenly thunder and color changed?

"Brother Lin, don't worry. These are just small scenes for you, Lin Jiu. Haven't you seen any big scenes?" Luo Chuan was a little gloating.

Leaning against the door and window, staring at my uncle.

"Luochuan, you can't escape." Uncle Jiu glared at Luochuan, and the cinnabar pen in his hand disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Two yellow words that can be touched in an instant.

To be honest, Luo Chuan envied him. He was just a waste when he scribbled, especially in front of Uncle Jiu, so he didn't make a fool of himself.

"Bring me two Caiwen, Qiusheng, and roosters." Uncle Jiu didn't even raise his head, and continued to draw pornographic words on the table.

"Master, aren't we going back to Yizhuang? What do you want the rooster for?"

Luochuan patted Qiu Sheng on the head.

"Asshole, your master has gone to great lengths to save your life. Hurry up. If it's too late, you might become a dish for the corpse demon." Luo Chuan had taught him.

As expected, I was confused and everyone was angry. Why couldn't I see the anxiety of the two people at all? It's easy to live without a heart and lungs.

Luo Chuan sighed.

Qiu Sheng's face changed instantly. This is related to his own life. His aunt is already a Maoshan grandfather Michelle? Let him realize that it is Platini, just for his life.

"Master, the rooster has been found."

I picked two yellow bamboo poles from the bamboo forest outside my home in Luochuan and cut them off. They are connected by flesh and blood, which is good.

Remove the bamboo leaves.

Two bare bamboo poles. For Uncle Nine.