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

Chapter 378: Clouds Moving in All Directions

Dong Xiaoyu was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

No wonder the lord killed Xuanzang’s men so beautifully today.

At the speed of this year's promotion home training, he will definitely be the new Zombie King in the future. There is no need to care about Xuanzang's thoughts!

"Have you become famous?" I just felt dizzy when I heard the rumor.

"It's too much trouble. I'm not interested."

“Uh…” Dong Xiaoyu was choked with blood and asked after a while.

"What does the master do?"

He seemed to treat the promotion as a trivial matter. He turned around indifferently and went back in the coffin.

doing what?

Of course I need to sleep!

Keep going. Huh?

Dong Xiaoyu looked at the coffin that closed automatically, speechless.

His master seems a bit too conservative.

But the tree was quiet and the wind did not stop.

What is unknown is that a huge conspiracy of change is quietly brewing.

Ren was soon caught in the center of this huge change.

Capital, Imperial Palace!

Sitting on the dragon throne is a woman.

His Highness stood up and was a fat man.

The woman looked down at him with a sad expression on her face.

The fat man raised his head, his eyes filled with high emotions.

The woman sighed, got down from the dragon chair, and handed the fat man a roll of something.

"What is this?" The fat man looked at the thing in his hand, confused.

"This is a map of the Qing Empire. The warriors of the Eight Banners exchanged their lives for this land for more than 200 years. Today I give it to you Han people, and everything will return to its original owner!"

"It's four times larger than the Ming Dynasty. I hope you can protect this country!"

The fat man was hit.

I didn't expect her to say such a thing.

This sentence carries so much weight!

The fat man knelt down. "I obey the imperial decree!" he answered respectfully.

The woman shook her head gently and said, "You are now the president and king of a country. How can you kneel down to a woman like me?"

After hearing this, the fat man suddenly understood.

He stood up, facing God, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar palace, feeling a little overwhelmed.

After a long time, he sighed.

got used to……

……

On this day, the palace was peaceful and calm.

On this day, the world was in turmoil and countries changed hands.

……

a few days later.

Xiangxi, Wang Mi of the Yi ethnic group.

"Damn it! The country belongs to my Ai Xin Qiao Luo family. When will it be the turn of the Ye Na La grandmothers to give it away!"

Xuansong dropped the bowl in anger, but broke the table in anger.

"Forget it! Let the king raise the troops himself and recover the Qing Dynasty!"

Finally, the Eight Banners Army, tens of thousands of people, led by Wang Yi, began to take advantage of the situation and march northward.

……

That day, there was a mountain of coffins.

Xuanzang, known as the Zombie King, stared at the starry sky in a daze.

"Is Wang Manqing dead?"

Next to Xuanzang stood a zombie wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform, and inquired: "Wang Yi sent troops to the north to fight against Fatty Yuan." The result is unknown. This matter may turn out well. Can I help him?

Xuanzang shook his head gently. "We have broken out of the Three Realms and are no longer in the Five Elements. Why should we care about humans?"

"I have asked the third brother to collect all the creatures on the frozen soil of western Hunan and gather them at Coffin Mountain on the full moon night of July 15th! This matter is related to the survival of the zombies in the world. Be mentally prepared and don't lose!"

"So, the third child should be back today."

When the Qing Dynasty zombies heard this, their eyes flashed with excitement.

"I am a natural born strong zombie and should not be controlled by this world! This time, the world must know what I am waiting for!"

Xuanzang stared at the moon blankly.

A cold breeze blew, ruffling his skirt.

"A chaotic world is about to happen, and a storm is about to come." Xuanzang felt it.

……

No matter how the world changes, any town remains peaceful.

Recently, Dong Xiaoyu was promoted to Ghost General.

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Ghosts are suitable for practicing at home. Dong Xiaoyu has been practicing here for a year. It is equivalent to ten years ago.

Of course, no matter how fast she practiced, she could not catch up with Luochuan.

Because of daily practice and signing, his ability has improved significantly.

It is only natural to break the deadlock and reach the deadlock.

Just when he thought such peaceful days would continue, he suddenly turned his head and saw the foot of the mountain.

A group of troops broke into Jiuyin Mountain.

Nowadays, the Jiangshen Temple is becoming more and more famous, and many people go up the mountain to worship the temple and make wishes.

Ren was surprised because the army came today.

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The leader was a very tall man in a military uniform and a beautiful hat with several feathers stuck in it.

His look is very awkward and modest, but it is the most popular look among the warlords nowadays.

Behind him, two lines of fully armed soldiers walked quickly, about a hundred of them.

Equipped with a breech-loading flintlock, it is a gun that cannot continue to fire until a bullet is cut off.

Such a team is not strong among the warlords.

However, what arrived in the heart of Renjia Town was an unprecedentedly powerful army!

Many people were so scared when they saw this line that they hid on the side of the road.

A group of clueless kids were chasing the team.

In short, Jiuyin Mountain is not that lively.

Dong Xiaoyu also discovered this team, and things quickly became ugly.

"My lord, this army seems to be coming towards us..."

Jiang (Temple is a temple with a rather unremarkable name. Perhaps it is just the fear of the common people, but even the warlords who hold military power will immediately demolish it when they hear it!

It was common for warlords of this era to remove things they didn't like.

Although the lord is powerful, he seems unable to shake the army by force.

"My lord, a hero never suffers a loss in front of him. Let's take a step back."

Chapter 379 Ren Dalong

I want to convince you to leave here.

Just smiled, God was very calm.

His eyesight was better than Dong Xiaoyu's, so he already knew that the leading warlord was none other than Ren Fazhi's cousin, Ren Long, a famous warlord in western Hunan!

Come on, this guy has to call himself uncle.

It's just that this nephew is unlucky.

In the play, he was bitten into a zombie by his biological father, his son was a special demon baby, and his wife was confused with Lin Jiu.

In one word, miserable!

Does this guy's appearance here mean that the script of the new Mr. Zombie is about to begin?

Thinking of the interesting things in the original work, I suddenly heard a distant barking from outside the hall.

"Uncle! The dragon will come to see you!"

Ren Dalong asked the troops to line up outside the Shenjiang Temple and wait for "650". He took incense, paper money and went in to offer sacrifices. Luochuan frowned.

This guy just came in with a candle and burned it. What did he do with the paper money?

I don't think it's a temple, not a tomb!

"Uncle! During your lifetime, I loved my nephew the most. Nephew, you can select such a team in Xiangxi. It is inseparable from your support! It has been four years since you died. I will burn incense for you. Uncle is not surprised!"

Peng Peng knocked a few times and then started burning paper!

"Uncle! Please help me this time! My wife and I have been childless for four years, and finally got pregnant, but she has nightmares every night and is always worried that the baby is unstable."

"My heart is troubled by her, too. What do you think I should do?"

“If something happens to Sister Lian and her child, what should I do to prosper…”

Ren Dalong chattered in front of the appointment seat as if he was praying for the blessings of his ancestors in front of a tomb.

I burned a pot of paper.

Although the temple is not closed, it is still a building.

It is conceivable to burn paper in front of a grave inside the house.

The walls were blackened, and the images of God were covered with a thin layer of ash!

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Uncle... this is performance!"

Ren Dalong was very excited.

"Shut up!" Luo Chuan scolded him.

"Didn't your child tell his cousin before going up the mountain?"

Ren Dalong went to see Ren Fa first, and he knew his situation.

Luochuan kept his divine sense secret from outsiders, and few people were enlightened in front of him.

But in front of his family, he was not polite at all and often went to Renfu.

For example, the day before yesterday, he scolded his son for restricting his granddaughter's freedom and asked Mr. Ren to pay for the opening of a small red shop.

"No, uncle, I heard that after you died, you were deified, and your brother built a temple for you. It's very good to come here and burn incense!"