"ah!"
"ah!"
"ah!"
Hearing this ** scream, Russell couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands. How does the saying go
It has become a daily routine for Uncle Jiu to hit four points.
Just like Uncle Jiu spanking himself, it has become a daily routine.
well!
Russell couldn't help but sigh, "Master uncle is so pitiful." Hehe, why can't I help but want to laugh
Hahaha!
"Dead brother!" After being kicked several times, Simu was stunned and hugged Uncle Jiu's thighs tightly with both hands.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he shouted, "Brother, I was wrong, I will compensate you for your gate!"
When this happened, Uncle Jiu screamed in surprise, "Oh my! It turned out to be you, Junior Brother! I thought it was a zongzi, why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Uncle Jiu had a look of blame on his face. He hurriedly helped Simu, who was lying on the ground, up and looked at the swelling on his face with indignation.
Playing is playing, making noise is joking, this is his own junior fellow apprentice, they grew up together, they are no different from brothers!
Hitting Simu, isn't that the same as slapping him in the face
This is too much!!
"Who is this bastard who beat you up? Don't you know you are my junior fellow apprentice? You simply don't respect me, Lin Jiu!"
Uncle Jiu grabbed the peach wood sword behind him with his backhand, his eyes flashing with anger. Even if the king of heaven came today and dared to hit his junior brother, he would stab him into a sword man!
"Dead brother!"
Simu was extremely moved. His eyes were swollen from being beaten, and only a faint slit could be seen through them. His pig-headed face could barely show a look of emotion.
When he opened his mouth, several teeth fell out. No wonder his speech was almost like Russell's, with a lisp.
"Brother, I was beaten by the Silver Armored Corpse!"
"What corpse?"
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but tremble in his hand holding the peach wood sword, and asked again.
"Silver armored corpse!"
Simu said it again, and he looked at Uncle Jiu with hope, hoping that Uncle Jiu could help him get revenge.
Zombies are out of the Three Realms and are not within the Five Elements. They are the result of the three souls of a person dispersing after death. A little resentment in their hearts pulls the seven spirits together and traps them in the body.
According to Uncle Jiu, it just has one more breath and one more mouthful of so-called resentment than an ordinary corpse.
Of course, not all zombies are called zombies. Zombies are also divided into different levels. The lower-level ones are called walking corpses, and they will fall to the ground with a hit from a stick.
The more advanced ones are called Bronze Armored Corpses. They are as strong as a solid wall. One corpse can defeat an army of a hundred men, and can even rival an ordinary human division. If you don't have some special weapons, you may not be able to defeat them.
A slightly more advanced one is the silver-armored corpse that Simu just mentioned. It can jump three or four meters, has immense strength, is invulnerable to swords and spears, can fight and carry, and each one that appears is a disaster.
If a geomancer sees this thing, he will take a detour.
As for the golden-armored corpse above the silver-armored corpse, the corpse gods Flying Yaksha and Hanba, I’m sorry, they haven’t appeared for a thousand years.
I heard that some great god had forced him to do hard labor.
Simu's luck was quite bad. On the way of transporting corpses, he encountered a silver-armored corpse. He was a corpse practitioner and had a special understanding of zombies. He was good at controlling corpses and his combat power was stronger than that of ordinary Taoist priests.
But there is also a disadvantage, which is that it attracts hatred!
That’s how the four-eyed pig head came about.
"hiss!"
"hiss!"
"hiss!"
Upon hearing that it was the Silver-Armored Corpse, Uncle Jiu took two breaths of cold air on the spot, and Russell also took a breath. The master and disciple looked at each other tacitly, then turned and left.
"Disciple! Is there any chicken stew at home?"
"Yes, yes, Master. If you don't go back now, Erhei will eat all the chicken."
"This Erhei is really abominable. If there is no chicken left when I get home, I will stew it and have dog meat hot pot!"
"Master is so wise and powerful, it would be even better if you could give me a lackey!"
Seeing the master and disciple who were about to get angry at each other for singing the same tune, Simu's face almost turned green with anger. The feelings between the brothers for so many years had faded.
He suddenly couldn't help but scream. Uncle Jiu immediately stopped, turned around quickly, and squatted beside Simu.
Simu was seen covering his butt. Uncle Jiu frowned slightly and glanced at his apprentice Russell. Russell glanced at his senior brother Qiu Sheng. Qiu Sheng glanced at Wencai, and Wencai blinked innocently.
What's wrong
Uncle Jiu sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand, and with a "swish" sound, he tore the clothes on Simu's buttocks.
The villagers around hurriedly covered their eyes and peeked secretly through their fingers.
As soon as he opened it, Uncle Jiu saw a sharp claw mark. The wound turned black and was particularly glaring.
This was clearly caused by a zombie scratch. Uncle Jiu's face was solemn. His junior brother was now a half-step earth master. His body was different from that of an ordinary person and he had a strong resistance to the zombie poison. But the wound was so deep that no matter how strong he was, he couldn't withstand it!
Not to mention that this zombie poison comes from a silver-armored zombie!
Uncle Jiu quickly turned to Wencai, paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Qiu Sheng, "Go quickly! Go to the village to buy some glutinous rice and get a big jar!"
"All right, Master!"
Qiu Sheng hurried over, and Wen Cai asked curiously, "Master, are you going to cook glutinous rice?"
As soon as these words came out, Simu, who was still lying on the ground, jumped up out of fright and was pressed to the ground by Uncle Jiu. He could only look at Wencai with resentment, "My good nephew, your uncle misses you so much!"
He spoke with gnashing teeth and in a thrilling way, and Wencai could not help but shiver, not knowing where he had said the wrong thing.
"Why are your injuries so serious? The corpse qi is about to spread out!" Uncle Jiu touched the wound with his hand and used his magic power to slow down the spread of the corpse qi.
It was because of the corpse qi that Uncle Jiu really didn’t recognize Si Mu just now. He thought it was a zongzi that popped out from somewhere!
Uncle Jiu originally thought that Simu was playing a joke on him, but for them, as fellow disciples, if they encountered a zongzi, even if they couldn't defeat it, they could still run away!
Especially with Si Mu's personality, if he can't win, he will never fight head-on, but find someone to ask for help. This is his style. To be precise, it is the style of the Maoshan lineage.
When this was mentioned, Simu couldn't help but let out a bitter smile, and even looked a little sad, "Brother, all my treasures are gone."
Uncle Jiu fell silent upon hearing this. His junior fellow apprentice was learning how to refine corpses, and the so-called treasure was the zombie he refined.
Surrounded by corpse qi, it was a great tonic for the Silver-Armored Corpse, and the zombies refined by Four Eyes were basically wiped out.
This is equivalent to a Taoist priest without his talisman or a soldier without his gun. Their strength will be weakened by more than 70%.
Moreover, that zombie had been practicing Simu for more than ten years. It was the result of his hard work!
"Master, the jar is here!"
Qiu Sheng held the water jar in both hands and landed it steadily on the ground. He couldn't help but feel a little sad on his face, "It cost half a dollar."
Half a dollar was indeed a bit expensive, but Uncle Jiu didn't care. He seemed to be thinking about something. He looked at the four dim eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Si Mu, get rid of the corpse qi first, otherwise I won't take you to seek revenge later!"
Si Mu's face instantly lit up with joy, and he looked at Uncle Jiu with tearful eyes.
“Senior Brother!”
"Junior brother!"
"vomit!"
Russell couldn't help but spit first as a sign of respect.