Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

The students in the room had just finished class, and when they passed by Su Mo, they all looked at this overly handsome big brother with curious eyes.

"Brother Su?"

An old man in a long gown came out of the house. There were many patches on the long gown, but he didn't look downcast at all, or it was because of his poetry and bookishness.

"The old man worked hard." Su Mo still had a good sense of the old man Song, and put the bowls and chopsticks on the table: "Uncle Wang went up the mountain to hunt a few rabbits, sent one here, and I stewed it."

The old man sniffled and nodded, "Well, it smells good! Brother Su's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

"The first time is raw, the second time is ripe." Su Mo laughed, and took out a small palm-length bottle, and pushed the mud off the top, and the mellow aroma of the wine instantly permeated the entire courtyard.

"Yo--"

Song Shuyuan moved closer to the bottle and kept sucking in his breath: "This...is a good thing, it costs a lot of money, right?"

"Ten yuan." Su Mo didn't hide anything: "I bought it in the county yesterday."

"Ten yuan..." The old man said, "I have never drank such an expensive wine in my life, Su boy, what do you need me for help? I am a down-and-out scholar, even a scholar." None of them were caught."

"It's nothing, take it easy." Su Mo finally took out a piece of pastry: "I'm leaving, I know you the most in this village, so I'll have a good meal before I leave."

The snow-white pastry is inlaid with a few jujubes, and the sweet and glutinous aroma is mixed with the aroma of wine and meat.

Song Shuyuan showed some sudden look.

He had never asked about Su Mo's background, but he could probably guess something just by looking at his temperament.

Those young masters from rich and noble families in the past are not as good as this young man in front of him.

Neither of them said much.

The old man didn't ask Su Mo where he was going or why he left, and Su Mo didn't mention anything about the old man.

After a meal of wine, the bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses were not cleaned up, and they were all left at the old man's side.

"Will you come back after that?" Song Shuyuan asked suddenly.

"Probably not coming back." Su Mo responded casually.

"Hmm...very good." Song Shuyuan nodded, looking at the dilapidated tables and chairs around him: "You really shouldn't stay here, you are different from me."

After leaving the academy, Su Mo did not leave directly.

Instead, he returned to his house at the end of the village, packed his things, and seemed to be waiting for something at the same time.

After waiting, it came to the second half of the night.

"I guessed you would come."

Su Mo suddenly looked at the dark courtyard: "Since everyone is here, let's come in and have a seat. The time is very early, so don't rush for a while."

The one standing in the courtyard is Song Shuyuan.

It's just that at this moment, his body is illusory, just floating in mid-air like a cloud of green smoke.

"You...you can see me?" The old man pointed to his nose, very surprised.

But he soon calmed down, and flew into the yard with complicated eyes: "I thought your background was not simple, but now it seems... I still underestimate you."

"Brother Su, you... are not a mortal, are you?"

Without waiting for Su Mo's answer, or in other words, he himself was not prepared to find out, and continued on his own: "So...that meal at noon was not for you to say goodbye, but for me."

"Thank you! It really is the most expensive wine I've ever drank in my life." At the end, the old man smiled freely.

"I'm really leaving." Su Mo pointed to the brass lock that had been prepared next to him: "I just felt that you would come to see me before leaving, so I waited a little longer."

"Oh." The old man nodded, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Do you want me to inform the people in the village?" Su Mo poured a cup of hot tea for him: "At least someone can help you die."

"No need."

Song Shuyuan swallowed his tea without a teacher: "Tomorrow morning, when people come to deliver breakfast, they will definitely find my dead body."

"When the time comes, whether to bury it for me or wrap it in a mat and throw it into the wilderness depends entirely on the wishes of the villagers. If I can't die, I have to trouble others. In the past few years, I have given me a house to live in, and I have done my best."

"Actually, the only thing I'm worried about is the group of dolls. After a few years, I have feelings for them, and I don't know what they will be like in the future. Sigh... I would have known that I would die suddenly, and the class time should be longer , it’s always good to be able to teach something.”

"Don't worry." Su Mo said leisurely: "Luck is stable, the fate of the loess and green grass will not be promising in the future, but there will be no disasters."

"Just be safe... be safe..." the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them just chatted one after another, and before they knew it, a few rays of morning light had already appeared outside.

Song Shuyuan stood up, and Su Mo also made a paper horse with white paper bamboo strips.

He didn't use mana, but the paper horse showed a bit of aura. He tapped his eyes lightly with an ink pen, as if he had returned to the first time he saved the soul of the dead.

The old man stared at the paper horse for a while, amazed, and finally bowed to Su Mo, stepped on the paper horse, and disappeared into the thick morning mist.

The wooden door was hung with a brass lock.

Su Mo stood at the head of the village and took a last look at the quiet village in the morning mist.

Finally turned around and strode away.

Born, entered the world, experienced it all.

Now, it's time to devote yourself to the world of mortals.

Your own avenue is hidden in it! .

Chapter 631

It was already high in the sun when Song Shuyuan's body was found.

He was sitting upright on the wooden chair in the study, maintaining a reading posture, holding a scroll of Spring and Autumn in his hand, with a calm face and a soothing smile.

Aunt Liu, who came to deliver the meal, was taken aback and was still leaning against the wall and weeping.

Almost all the people in the village came, and surrounded the dilapidated small academy with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Mr. Teacher is still very respected in this day and age.

Not long after, the old village chief walked over with a cane: "Where's Brother Su? I remember he gets along very well with Mr. Song."

"Brother Su left." Someone answered: "I went to look for it early in the morning, but found that the house was empty, and there was a big copper lock on the door."

"This......"

Everyone discussed with each other, and finally looked at the old village chief.

The old man was silent for a while: "After all, he taught the children to read and write, so let's bury him in the back mountain. Treat him as one of our own family members in our village."

"Set up a tombstone, and give him a copy every year when incense is worshipped."

.........

Yuncheng was the first time Su Mo came back.

This prosperous county has not been disturbed by war for the time being, so it looks lively and chaotic.

At the gate of the city, a large number of refugees lined up in a long queue, all in ragged clothes, and no one was crying.

Everyone has a numb expression on their faces, which is not plain, but the deepest despair.

"You really don't want to let them in?"

On the tower, a soldier showed a look of unbearable: "It's freezing cold, driving them into the wilderness, isn't that the same as killing people?"

"Can't let go." Behind him, the middle-aged officer sighed and turned his back: "The war is raging, do you know how many refugees there are in Central Plains?"

"Once this opening is opened today, a large number of refugees will flood into Yuncheng."

"Yuncheng is just a county seat, so it can't support so many people."

"Send someone to give out rice porridge at the gate for three days, and after three days... drive them away!"

The last two words were squeezed by the officer between his teeth.

He inadvertently glanced at the gate of the city, but saw a young man in Taoist robes leading a mule into the city.

"Ok?"

"Sir, what's the matter?" The soldier followed his gaze.

"Nothing." The officer withdrew his gaze: "Let's do it."

The luxurious white robe has been replaced, and the white paper horse is no longer riding. It is nothing more than trouble, otherwise I don’t know how many robbers and robbers will be provoked on the road. Although it is like ants to Su Mo, but a wave It's annoying after all.

So he simply changed into the usual Taoist robe, the white horse became a slightly lame mule, and the jade hairpin with its hair turned into a wooden hairpin.

Compared to the desolation outside the city, the inside of the city is extremely lively, after all, the new year has just passed.

Su Mo glanced back, sighed silently, but didn't say anything more.

The Dao is in the world of mortals, before becoming a fairy, one must pay more attention to the involvement with the world of mortals.

A few, even dozens can help, so many... can't help.

"Closer..." He closed his eyes slightly and murmured softly.

The memory of the mural is not a complete route.

It's a scene, the general scene of the land where the real Miaoyuan fell, but it is surrounded by green mountains and green waters. There are too many places with green mountains and green waters in this world, and even many places basically have the same appearance.

Therefore, Su Mo could only rely on the guidance of his memory to sense slowly and follow the guidance to find him.

It wasn't something to worry about, and Su Mo's mood was different, so it was just another trip to the mountains and rivers.

I chose a teahouse for lunch, and after eating, the second floor is where I drink tea. People with some spare money gather here in twos and threes, waiting for the storyteller to come on stage.

Su Mo also sat near the window with a porcelain cup in his hand, watching the people coming and going on the street.

In the end, I saw someone I knew.

Zhang Ji!

It was the old Taoist priest who used to wear tattered Taoist robes and liked to tell people's fortunes.

He was still holding his granddaughter, Zhang Xiaogou, but he didn't wear a Taoist robe at the moment, but changed into a black long gown, his messy beard and hair were also tidied up, and he was still holding a folding fan in his hand.

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He looked much cleaner, but he looked sallow and thin, with deep melancholy hidden in his eyes, and his spirit was far worse than before.

Su Mo was about to say hello, but saw Zhang Ji walking into the teahouse with his granddaughter.

Not long after, Zhang Ji took the position of Mr. Storyteller.

A half-talented fortune-teller changed his career to storytelling?

Su Mo found it interesting and leaned against the railing to listen.

Zhang Ji cleared his throat, looked around the room briefly, and then froze in place.

Beside the railing, a young man in priestly robes was holding a teacup and smiling gently at him.

......................................

"Hurry up! Why are you so stunned?" The shopkeeper urged in a low voice behind.

"Oh... oh!" Zhang Ji quickly agreed and looked away.

It's just that due to nervousness and hunger and hunger in the stomach, I was weak in speaking this time, and even stuttered several times.

Seeing the guests leave the table one after another, Zhang Ji couldn't help sighing, drank the tea on the table, hid a few pastries in his sleeves, and cupped his hands towards the shopkeeper: "I'm sorry shopkeeper, look... .”

"Hey, let's go." The old shopkeeper took out a few copper coins and put them in his palm: "You won't spend them tomorrow, brother, understand, I can't do anything, I have to do business too."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Zhang Ji thanked him again and again, carefully put the copper coins away, and took his granddaughter to prepare to leave.

"Brother Zhang Dao." Su Mo stood by the railing and waited for him.

Seeing it coming, he smiled and said, "How did you end up in this situation?"

"Su Zhenchuan..." Zhang Ji looked at Su Mo with excitement and anticipation.

But in the end, it turned into helplessness and sadness: "It's hard to say!"

"You haven't eaten yet." Su Mo glanced at Zhang Xiaogou.