Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

According to the season, it was obviously winter, but for some reason, there was abnormal heavy snowfall in the Central Plains.

Renjia Town has now become a small town, covered in silver everywhere, and the city walls made of blue bricks, and soldiers patrolling back and forth with rifles on their backs. Even when it is snowing heavily, the town is extremely lively.

"Master, I have something to do over there, so I'll leave first!" Qiu Sheng imprinted the last coin in a hurry, put down the seal and was about to leave, looking quite impatient.

"Where are you going?" Uncle Jiu asked without turning his head while he was writing and drawing with a brush.

"Uh." Qiusheng scratched his head, his eyes rolled: "Didn't the population of our Renjia Town increase in the past few years, and my aunt's rouge shop has a very good business, so naturally I went to help."

"help?"

Uncle Jiu snorted coldly: "I'm afraid you're going to see that little fox again!"

The little fox, that is, the vixen, named Xiaohong 12, is a fox tribe who came here with Hu Qiyue. Every time Hu Qiyue came to the mortal world, he would bring a few fox tribe juniors with him to let them see the scenery of the mortal world. Experience the ways of the world.

Although the cultivation of these little foxes is far from enough to be able to change form, but after learning a little skin painting technique and assisting with illusion, they will naturally become beautiful women, not to mention mortals, but ordinary heretic monks with low cultivation Not necessarily visible.

And one of them, a junior named Xiao Hong, fell in love with Qiu Sheng somehow.

All love at first sight must be based on good looks. Xiaohong was born in the world with a simple mind and is naturally easy to fall in love, while Qiusheng is fascinated by beauty, and then gradually sinks.

After all, she was her own junior, so Hu Qiyue didn't stop her, and after a few instructions, she let her go.

As for Uncle Jiu, it is actually inconvenient to forcibly stop him. After all, Hu Qiyue is now a disciple of Maoshan's inner sect and Su Mo's partner. Strictly speaking, he is also of the same sect.

Besides, Xiaohong really didn't have any malicious intentions, and Qiusheng took the initiative.

"This..." Qiu Sheng smiled coyly: "Master, we are in love with each other."

"The two are in love?" Uncle Jiu threw away the brush: "Have you forgotten that ghost Xiaoyu you met before?"

"Li Gui, you are strong and can't bear it, let alone a monster? There will be no good results for mortals and monsters together."

Qiu Sheng was a little unconvinced when he heard the words: "What about Uncle Su? Patriarch Hu is still the head of the Fox clan, and his cultivation for hundreds of years is almost turning into a human form!"

"Bullshit, how can you compare with Su Zhenchuan?" Uncle Jiu stared, "I'm so obsessed with ghosts! Why don't you think about it, no matter how weak Xiaohong's cultivation is, she's still a demon, with at least hundreds of years of lifespan."

"Decades from now, when you are getting old and Xiaohong still looks like a young girl, what good ending will you have?"

"Senior brother." At this moment, Qianhe, who was wearing a Taoist robe, came over: "It's ready over there, and tonight we can save those dead souls."

Ever since the Xuankui incident, Qianhe has been disheartened and plans to stay in Renjia Town for the rest of his life.

"Okay." Uncle Jiu nodded and sighed: "Alas, there are so many bones in troubled times, and lonely souls roam everywhere. This little Ren family town has turned into a paradise."

With emotion, he was about to continue to reprimand his apprentice, but in the blink of an eye he found that Qiu Sheng had slipped away quietly.

"You brat!" Uncle Jiu slapped the table angrily.

Qianhe smiled and shook his head: "Young people, what do you care about them? I think Xiaohong is good, sensible and well-behaved, and can control Qiusheng. As for the demon... I, Maoshan, never care about these things. As long as you don't do anything evil."

"I'm just worried..." Halfway through speaking, Uncle Jiu sighed, "Forget it, leave him alone."

"I just don't know when Su Zhenchuan will come back."

.........

The same question appeared in the small funeral shop.

Now this funeral shop is almost becoming a sacred place in the hearts of the townspeople.

Those paper figurines that were supposed to be weird, but after the townspeople saw them, they felt inexplicably at ease.

Ren Tingting was holding a white shirt in her hand, and was carefully embroidering with needles and threads. Although she could easily finish it with magic power, she still chose to do it by herself in the end.

There is a stove in the main room, and a slim figure is half leaning on the chair next to it.

A red robe was draped over her body, but it couldn't cover her perfect figure with bumps and convexities. She had a lazy look on her charming face, and she was lowering her head, smearing cardamom on her bright red nails.

"I don't know when Su Mo will come back."

Ren Tingting looked at the heavy snow outside, and suddenly sighed softly, her beautiful eyes filled with longing.

The fragrant wind blows.

Hu Qiyue stood in front of her at some point, bent her waist, stretched out a pale jade finger, and lifted Ren Tingting's chin, making her head look up, her red lips curled up, "Why, I miss him ?”

Looking at the pair of extremely charming narrow eyes, Ren Tingting blushed, she couldn't help but look away, not daring to meet her eyes: "Sister Qiyue, don't you think so?"

Both women understood each other's identities, but got along well.

Maybe it's because of the times.

"Of course I want to." Hu Qiyue let go of her fingers, and walked to the door: "It's just that we should all understand that he is the true heir of Maoshan, a dragon chess move in the world's layout in the doomed age, and there are many things to do. There are a lot of things to bear.”

"The two of us can't help him, so we can only be sensible and try not to drag him down. Anyway, the days ahead are still long. When he walks the road and becomes a fairy in the future, are you afraid that he won't have time to accompany us?"

Speaking of this, Hu Qiyue looked back at her and said, "If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night?"

"If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night?" Ren Tingting murmured these words.

And Hu Qiyue stretched out her hand, took a falling snowflake, and watched it melt into a puddle of liquid in her white and flawless palm.

After a long time, a voice that seemed like anger or resentment spit out from her mouth: "This damn little enemy..."

"Tingting, let's sleep in the same room tonight."

"Ah?" Ren Tingting didn't know what to think of, her pretty face was almost bleeding, but she nodded in the end, her voice was like a mosquito: "Hmm...".

Chapter 734

on top of the mountain.

Putting Liu Ding Liujia away, the pink peach blossom imprint on the back of the hand shone slightly, and there seemed to be a faint scent of powder lingering on the tip of the nose.

"Huh?" Su Mo stroked the imprint on the back of his hand, looking far away, with a flash of tenderness in his eyes.

What made him choose the way of the world of mortals may not only be the prosperity of the world, but also those two beautiful faces.

Today's Ren Tingting has a completely different appearance from the one in the movie, a thousand times more beautiful.

After all...there are no ugly people on the road of cultivation, and spiritual energy is the energy of heaven and earth. Being nourished by spiritual energy for a long time, both appearance and skin will undergo earth-shaking changes.

Of course, evil monks are different, because the aura in their bodies is mixed and impure, more evil, so many evil monks will make their appearance ugly, like a yaksha.

"Count the time, it's almost there."

Su Mo restrained his thoughts, stood up, and disappeared on the top of the mountain with one step.

.........

He Qixiu put down his sealed hands, a little frustrated.

The Blood Soul Curse in his body was indeed not cleared, and every time he wanted to practice the technique of visualization, he could feel the boundless pain from his soul.

His talent is actually very good, at least surpassing Qi Shouzheng, that is to say, he is a seed of alchemy.

It's a pity that he went astray and joined the evil cultivator. Qi Shouzheng, as a former elder of the Corpse Exorcism Sect, is naturally a proficient at observing people. He has long seen He Qixiu's extraordinary talent, so he planted the Blood Soul Curse.

Then he taught him the method of visualization with confidence, and used it to practice spells.

Every time he visualizes, the Blood Soul Curse in his body will be affected, causing severe pain, making him unable to concentrate, and getting twice the result with half the effort, so that he has not been able to get started after more than two years of practice.

"Old guy, don't let me live in peace even if I die!"

Since there was nothing to be done, He Qixiu stopped insisting, stood up and walked towards the door.

The current plan is only that fairy!

If the immortal is willing to rescue him, not only will he be able to get rid of the blood soul curse, but he may also be able to walk on a righteous path to heaven.

If he refuses... then he is afraid that his lifespan will be short.

The day the ghost market ended was when his soul flew away.

crunch--

The wooden door made an ear-piercing sound, and the wind and snow outside the door suddenly poured in. He Qixiu shivered, let out a breath of hot air, and looked at the heavy snow outside with curiosity and joy in his eyes.

After all, he is just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, his innocence has not completely dissipated, but the city has always made him look more like an adult.

"Immortal 々`?"

Before going out, his expression froze suddenly.

He Qixiu hurriedly cupped his hands and saluted.

Just beside the door, a young man wearing a Taoist robe with a handsome face appeared at some point.

"Going out?" Su Mo didn't look at him, but stared at Feixue outside.

"Yes." He Qixiu said hastily, "I've been living in seclusion for the past few days, waiting for the immortals to come. Now that I've finished eating rice and noodles at home, I'm about to go out and buy some."

"You don't need to call me an immortal anymore. My surname is Su, and I have a single name in ink, which is the true biography of Maoshan." Su Mo said.

"Greetings to Zhenzhuan!" He Qixiu bowed again: "What orders does Zhenzhuan have? The villain will definitely go through fire and water, and he will not hesitate!"

"Let's go together."

Su Mo had already turned around and walked into the wind and snow.

"what?"

He Qixiu didn't react for a while, but just looked at the back that was gradually walking away in the wind and snow, but still hurriedly tightened his robe, and followed quickly without locking the door.

In the heavy snow, Chunnan County looked deserted, even if there were occasional pedestrians on the street, they passed by in a hurry.

After all, there are not Renjia towns everywhere in this world.

Su Mo walked ahead with his hands behind his back, while He Qixiu was still half a step behind and didn't take the initiative to speak, which showed a bit of maturity.

After passing through the streets and alleys, and finally came to the market, He Qixiu looked puzzled. Could it be that this true biography has been to Chunnan County many times before?Why are you more familiar with the streets than yourself?

But after all, he didn't dare to ask.

In the heavy snow, there were no vendors in the market, only scattered vegetable stalls.

The vegetable sellers are not middle-aged men, but white-haired old men in their 70s and [-]s, shivering in the wind and snow, wearing worn-out cotton jackets.

Looking at the group of old people, He Qixiu showed a complex expression.

There was a sweet scent in the air.

He turned his head and found an oven on the side of the road, with sweet potatoes in it, and two gray-haired old men behind the oven.

The person in charge of roasting the sweet potatoes is an old man, and as for the old woman, she curls up behind the oven in a cotton-padded jacket to keep warm by the breath from the coals.

The old man deliberately stood in the wind, and used his body to block most of the blowing wind and snow for his wife.

Noticing He Qixiu's gaze, the old man showed hope, but after looking at Su Mo's luxurious Taoist robe behind him, he still lowered his eyes and did not dare to say hello.

"Old man, here are two sweet potatoes." He Qixiu took a look at Su Mo, and then walked over.

"Hey." The old man hastily moved his frozen hands. The wife behind him wanted to get up to help, but he pushed him down: "You rest... you rest, I will do it."

"It's so cold, you still come out to set up a stall?"

"Earn more, and the child will be less burdened. He will build a big house this year, and he said that we will move in when it is completed." The old man babbled while taking sweet potatoes from the boiler, mentioning his son , with a bit of joy in his tone: ". I am old with her and can't do heavy work, so I come out to do some business, and I can share a little bit."

When talking, two chubby sweet potatoes have been wrapped in oiled paper: "Brother, three pennies."

Looking at the old and skinny hand in front of him covered with chilblain, He Qixiu's throat throbbed, and he suddenly said, "I want all your car."

"Ah?" The old man suspected that he didn't hear clearly.

He Qixiu had already put his hands into his trouser pockets, but after digging around, he only got a dozen copper coins... The money was all on the old man Qi Shouzheng, and was turned into mud by the earth's air at the same time.

Just when he was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, a plain white hand suddenly stretched out, with a dollar between his fingers, and gently placed it on the boiler.

He turned around in amazement.

But he found that Su Mo had already stood beside him at some point, squinting at him, his eyes seemed to have a bit of teasing: "If you are an evil cultivator, why should you show your kindness at this moment?" (Nuo Dehao)

He Qixiu was silent for a while, but this time he didn't answer.

Su Mo didn't ask any more questions, just smiled at the old man and said, "Master, I'm used to rich clothes and fine food, and you can't swallow these rough things, and there's only one who can barely eat when the boiler is full."

After finishing speaking, he picked one of the best-looking sweet potatoes and held it in his hand: "Give the rest to them."

Before the old man could react, He Qixiu had already taken out all the sweet potatoes in the boiler and distributed them one by one to the old people who were buying vegetables in the snowstorm.

"Thank you..." Before he could say thank you, he found that Su Mo had turned and left.

He Qixiu glanced at the old man, and quickly caught up with Su Mo: "Thank you for the true post."