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

"I think you can bless others. I belong to this family. Asking for your blessing must be more effective. So I came to burn incense for you all night! I hope uncle will bless me and sister Lian can give birth to a fat boy!"

I understand.

Ren Dalong came to pray after hearing rumors.

This wish is simple, because in the TV series, Ren Dalong's wife is pregnant with a boy.

Unfortunately, this is a great baby...

Speaking of which, people are also very strange (originally.

Boss, Nintendo is the second son, the third son, and the three brothers became zombies in the movie.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh.

Damn, other people’s families have dragons and phoenixes, but I’m the only one left with zombies!

"Uncle, my father died very early, on the battlefield. My success depends on your and Bu'er's support. You must bless me this time!"

"Please rest assured. Your son gave his hair to me, my brother gave it to Xingtang, and my second son's brother gave it to Xingtang. We will definitely support and take care of each other, vigorously develop our homeland, and become the first family in Xiangxi."

After Ren Dalong finished speaking, he knelt down and nodded to Ren.

"I know! Okay! It's not that hard. You don't have to tell me that. But I don't have to do it myself!

"There is a Taoist priest named Lin Jiu in Renjia Town who has some skills! Please ask him for help to ensure the safety of the lady and the child!"

"Is it true?" Ren Dalong was very surprised (I want to know why Ren Luochuan didn't do it himself0 ...

If God breathes, isn’t that half the battle?

"Nonsense! Don't you believe me?" Ren Yong frowned.

"Believe it! Believe it!" Ren Dalong nodded.

When he was alive, Ren Dalong didn't dare to refute him, let alone now that he is a god.

Why didn't he save his nephew himself... He was used to winning without doing anything.

Ren was well-liked by the people in the temple, but he himself hardly worked.

These were all done by demons and monsters sent by Jiuyin Mountain.

If there is any trouble, I will arrange Dong Xiaoyu. He has the power of a ghost.

If you encounter a ghost that is difficult to photograph, just push it to Lin Jiu.

Of course, the heart of Xiang and the couple is Luochuan's responsibility...

Lin Jiu arranged this because this was the problem that Lin Jiu and his apprentice solved in the original script.

Ren Long knelt down and thanked Ren.

As soon as he left home, he disguised himself as the prince and went to Rencheng Town with a group of people.

Ren was very cordial when he heard the news from his cousin and quickly answered the call.

"Ryu! Taro's cousin! Long time no see!"

1.5

"cousin!"

Ren Dalong dismounted and walked to Ren Fa, "Cousin, although we haven't seen each other for several years, you are getting richer and richer!"

He casually lowered his head to look at his slightly swollen belly and smiled. "Oh, I want to do commercial entertainment. Long, you are becoming more and more militaristic. By the way, why didn't my brother and sister come this time?"

"Sister Lian, she is pregnant and has difficulty moving, so she didn't come this time."

Ren Dalong smiled and then I seemed to remember something and my face turned pale. "Cousin, actually I came here to see my uncle! My uncle recommended me a noble man who helped sister Lian give birth to a child. His name is Lin Jiu! I don't know if my cousin will introduce me to him."

stunned.

Chapter 380: Becoming Stiff

Considering that Mr. Zombie is not a series of movies, the plots of some works are not coherent. The zombie universe should make some changes to the original script, similar to the relationship between parallel universes.

However, the overall situation has not changed much. This is determined by the will of the universe!

Just as I was thinking about these messy things, a mournful cry was heard outside the door.

"Uncle! Dou Ziying is unreliable... Help!"

Ren Dalong's figure appeared outside the hall, jumping up and down.

hurry up!

As soon as he jumped into the temple he fell to the ground.

As if falling to the ground.

There it was again, “What?”.

Uncle Ming said that Lin Jiu could help him, but he was bitten by a zombie. He didn’t dare to blame his uncle, so he could only shake Lin Jiu. I hope he has pity.

"You are not his Sister Lian. How can he protect you 24 hours a day?" He explained to Lin Jiu calmly.

"But if I get bitten, he can't cure me!" Ren Dalong opened his mouth and showed his teeth.

Mr. Lin and his two apprentices made glutinous rice and used zombie tooth powder, which tortured him a lot but ultimately failed to cure him.

"It's too late. No one can save you." He glanced at the festering wound and shook his head slightly.

"This..." Ren Dalong was shocked and angry, "But, you said before that Natto Camp can solve my problem!" I asked.

"Let me solve your problem. The question is, doesn't Sister Lian have a baby?" Ren Luochuan asked with a smile.

The big man said blankly: "This...that...Sister Lian and the child are fine. I am a zombie!".

"What's wrong with being a zombie..." He asked back with a frown.

"Ah!?" Ren Dalong was stunned.

Oh shit!

How could you forget? Our ancestors were zombies!

During his tenure, Ren Dalong did not dare to say that zombies were bad people.

But he didn't want to wait to die.

"Uncle, if I could become a zombie like you, of course I could! But your uncle is different! He's like a madman, he doesn't care about his relatives, he bites anyone he sees!" Ren Dalong was very sad and asked his uncle for help.

Ren Yong sighed in his heart.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to be a zombie.

Ren Dalong's shout brought Ren Luochuan back to reality.

"Don't shout, it's not impossible." Luo Chuan's eyes turned, and he came up with a solution. He said: "If you can become a zombie like me and have self-awareness, what do you think?" I asked.

"Stay conscious?" Ren Dalong stopped crying.

He thought. Although being a zombie has many inconveniences, it can make you immortal!

He heard that zombies were very strong and invulnerable to swords and guns.

As a famous warlord in Xiangxi, Ren Dalong looked very prosperous. In fact, he knew that this kind of life would last forever, and he didn't know when he would be killed by other warlords!

And I have a big fat son, and I think I have a family.

This is where Ren Dalong's heroic spirit comes from. He shouted: "If I can be as calm as my uncle after becoming a zombie, I will also change!" He shouted.

"Good nephew." Luo Chuan praised him with a smile.

"Then what should I do?" Ren Dalong asked.

"No rush." ​​He had confidence in Ren.

It's not hard for zombies to stay conscious.

Please remember this plot.

Traditional zombies are unconscious and will bite people just by looking at them, but advanced zombies, Western zombies, music zombies, and other zombies of various powers have independent consciousness.

The easiest way is to use your power to drink the zombies' blood and take away their power.

After Luochuan sealed the Ice God (), he absorbed his husband's thoughts and gained some of his husband's feelings, and he can see the environment in which his husband made a wish.

While searching for his wish to have a son, he immediately saw a miracle from God in a small bungalow.

The zombie was tied to the operating table, and the foreign doctor looked at the zombie with a new and strange expression.

"Great Frozen God (), if you really exist, please bless me to make this experiment a success."

I don't know where this foreigner heard this and made a wish casually.

Ren Wei's heart moved, and he felt that this scene was very familiar.

Thinking of this, I watched with my eyes open.

In the villa.

The room was filled with flasks, test tubes, syringes, and other instruments needed for the surgery.

The zombie lay quietly on the operating table.

He had been sleeping all the time because of the imperial edict on his forehead.

The foreign doctor carefully examined the zombie's body, nodded with satisfaction, and handed the bag of dollars to the gangster leader Adao.

This zombie was transported by knife.

That bag of sea is the reward for this operation. "Ding!"

Adao held up the ocean, blew hard, and put it to his ear.

Hearing this wonderful voice, Adao immediately nodded with satisfaction, took out a book thicker than a brick from his pocket, and searched carefully.

After a long time, he finally found the English translation he was looking for. He stretched out his right hand to the foreign doctor, "Three grams of oil! Three grams of oil!"

After shaking hands, Adao looked at the props that the foreign doctor placed next to him and said, "I stole them because I wanted to eat zombies! 653" He showed a surprised expression.

"It's not eating, it's dissecting!"

“I’m studying anthropology.”

"I am a French doctor."

This plot sounds a little familiar.

It occurred to me immediately.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go buy some oranges... No, I'll go get you some medicine to protect your consciousness," Ren Luochuan told Ren Dalong not to go anywhere else in Shenjiang Temple.

By this time, Ren Dalong's corpse poison had entered his body and he was already half a zombie, not daring to run around.

Using the earth escape technique, he flew over Jiuyin Mountain and ran towards the foreigner's laboratory.

……

In the lab.

After the foreign doctor's excitement subsided, he began to deliver special hormones into the zombies.

"I am going to extract his brain for testing now. Do not be afraid. If this body is responsive, it is only because his nerves are not completely still. Come on, hold down his hands and feet."

The foreigner took out a syringe about the size of a child's arm, inserted it into the back of the zombie's head, and began to extract brain juice.

"Boom!"

The needle was stuck in the head, the zombie was stimulated and his feet moved.

“Ah, it moves!”

The knife makers were startled and ran away.

Chapter 381 Mutated Zombies

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is a natural reaction."

The foreigner calmly put away the syringe and took the magnifying glass. He wanted to study the zombie's eyes to see what the difference was between the zombie's eyes and the eyes of an ordinary corpse.

In order to allow the switchboard number to be pasted on the zombie's forehead, the foreign doctor thought it was a nuisance. He frowned, tore it off, and threw it away without hesitation.

Suddenly, the time to die has come!

Without the suppression of the amnesty, the zombies woke up directly from their sleep.