Simu moved quickly because he was too embarrassed to take off his clothes in public.
He jumped directly into the glutinous rice water. As soon as he entered the water, wisps of black gas gushed out from his buttocks, dyeing the entire glutinous rice water black.
He was still a little unsatisfied, so he sat cross-legged in the water tank, circulated his magic power, and forced out all the corpse qi that had spread from the wound to his body.
If it were left on an ordinary person, he would be seriously ill for several days.
Corpse qi is extremely yin and evil, and very unlucky.
Uncle Jiu was sitting at the table next to him, moving very ferociously. If he wanted to deal with a silver-armored corpse and kill it in one go, he had to be fully prepared.
Otherwise, if the corpse is not removed, there will be trouble in the future!
If Uncle Jiu were to face the Silver-Armored Corpse with bare hands, he would only have a 30% chance of winning.
With the peach wood sword, there is a 40% chance of winning.
Add in the help of Junior Brother Simu, and we have a 60% chance of winning.
If we prepare more carefully and prepare more talismans specifically for zombies, we will have a 70% chance of winning.
With the addition of his young disciple Russell, although his cultivation level is not very high, with his Paper Man Technique, Yang Wu Lei, and Six Ding and Six Jia Magic Spells, victory is basically 90% certain.
Ninety percent...
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, counted with his fingers, and felt that he was doomed.
He glanced at the longevity lock on Russell's neck again, and immediately could not help but nodded with satisfaction. His chances of winning were 100%!
"Master, black dog blood, rooster blood, ink fountain!"
Qiu Sheng put the things he bought from the villagers on the table and wiped the sweat from his forehead. These things were very hard to find and a little expensive.
It cost a dollar!
It’s almost as heavy as a pig!
Uncle Jiu glanced at him and suddenly felt that the chances of winning had turned from 100% to 98%. He coughed lightly.
"Qiu Sheng, remember to bring Wencai back later. Your uncle, junior brother, and I have something to do!"
"Master?" Qiu Sheng was stunned. "Aren't you going to take me and Wencai with you?"
Russell on the side almost rolled his eyes. Don’t you know how deceiving you are? Uncle Jiu was almost deceived by you guys several times.
"No, no, your aunt should have something to ask you, I calculated it with my fingers!"
Uncle Jiu shut Qiu Sheng up with a word, and then continued to draw the talisman. As he was drawing, he seemed to remember something and said, "Remember to bring back that big water jar. I paid for it!"
"Okay, Master!" Qiu Sheng patted his chest, "This must have been intact when it first came back!"
The more he said this, the more Uncle Jiu felt that the water tank would definitely not be able to reach the charity cemetery safely.
Why!
Uncle Jiu sighed inwardly. It was just half a dollar after all. He didn't feel bad about it. As long as it didn't hold him back, it would be fine.
He continued to concentrate on drawing the talismans, with great vigor and vitality. After a short while, several talismans were completed and the inkstone was also colored.
At this time, Simu slowly climbed out of the tank. A curious person stuck his head out to take a look and was almost fainted by the stench.
I saw that the water in the tank had turned pure black and was filled with a rotten smell that was particularly unpleasant.
Uncle Jiu waved his finger lightly, and a talisman turned into yellow light and fell into the water tank, just like a spark falling into gasoline, instantly burning into a raging fire.
There was such a big fire in the water tank
This magical scene immediately made the surrounding villagers’ eyes widen. What a divine method!
With this magical power, Uncle Jiu’s family should have no shortage of firewood.
Simu was not surprised. He twisted his body and moved his limbs which had been stiff. They almost became cold. No, they almost became hard.
“Senior Brother!”
He looked down at the talisman drawn on Uncle Jiu's desk, still unsure, "Why not wait another two days and call some fellow apprentices over."
This is a silver-armored corpse. If one doesn't take good care of it and gets bitten through the neck by the silver-armored corpse, even the Golden Immortal will be unable to save him!
Simu felt that even if he and Uncle Jiu prepared talismans to fight the silver-armored corpse, it would be very difficult for them to return safely.
Uncle Jiu smiled but said nothing.
Russell was anxious. This silver-armored corpse sounded like a big guy. It could at least be comparable to the 500-year-old monster. It might even have more than a thousand energy points.
At that time, he could even make a double jump, directly rising from the eighth level of human master to the tenth level of human master, and consider how to break through to the level of earth master.
If I can't go, considering that a genius now only has a dozen energy points, it will take forever!
"Uncle Master!" Russell looked up and said seriously, "Actually, there's no need to call anyone. I'm enough!"
"You?" Suspicion appeared on Simu's face. His little nephew was young and weak, with poor energy and spirit. He had just started practicing four months ago. Even if he was a genius, how fast could he practice
Last time, he remembered little Russell, who had just been promoted to the sixth level of human master. It has only been three months now, and maybe he is still at the sixth level of human master!
As if he could see through Simu's thoughts, Russell put his hands on his hips and said seriously, "I'm already an eighth-level master!"
"Eight... Eight times?"
Simian's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide. He had been practicing for nearly twenty years, but was only at the tenth level of human master.
You’re only four months old and you’re already a savior!!!
I seriously suspect that you are God's illegitimate child. No, I suspect that you are my great-uncle's illegitimate child!
Simu suddenly felt that there was a sour girl in the sky circling around him.
"I forgot to mention it." Uncle Jiu interjected, "The old Taoist priest at Mount Longhu also taught his special skill Yang Wu Lei to little Russell, and little Russell has already mastered it to a small degree."
"What!"
Simu couldn't help but yelled, "Damn it! Isn't Yang Wu Lei the secret of Longhu Mountain? Isn't it not to be passed on to others?"
"yes!"
Uncle Jiu showed a strange smile, "The old Taoist priest told the public that Russell was his godson. There is no difference between a godson and a biological son, so it is not considered a rumor!"
He looked up at the sky again, and he felt like there were two sour girls surrounding him.
It turns out that if a person is talented, worldly rules are nothing!
"Oh, yes, there is one more thing."
Simu suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Little Russell mastered the Six Ding and Six Jia Divine Mantra not long ago. You have practiced the art of summoning spirits before. Do you have any suggestions?"
Uncle Jiu smiled slightly, and his words were like a knife that pierced Simu's heart quickly and accurately. Simu couldn't help but cover his face and cry.
The Maoshan summoning technique is a simplified version of the Maoshan protective spell. He hasn't yet fully mastered the summoning technique, so how could he possibly give Russell any guidance
Simu suddenly realized that his little nephew was a real genius, and he also discovered another sad thing.
He seemed unable to defeat his little nephew, even though he was only eight years old and still a child.
…
"ah!"
"Uncle Master, why are you looking up at the sky?"
"Because there are a bunch of lemons in the sky."
"Is it beautiful?"
“It’s a bit sour.”