Uncle Jiu and Simu are not stupid. People who practice Taoism have powerful spirits and souls. Although they may not have minds like demons, at least they are not fools. Basically, they can understand things quickly.
Although they were well-informed, they had not expected this.
After Russell's reminder, the expressions of the two people changed instantly.
Selling blood!
Uncle Jiu and Simu looked at each other and couldn't help but gasp. There was a big guy in the Huang family compound.
Silver armored corpse!
There are at least 100,000 people in the whole Macheng. Judging from the people coming in and out, there are at least hundreds of them. If each of them has a little blood, they can basically feed the zombie!
The two men's eyes flickered. This Huang family is simply terrifying!
"Did you pay?"
Uncle Jiu asked in a low voice, somewhat unable to believe his eyes.
Simu nodded. Those people had one thing in common: their faces were pale and sallow, probably because they had not eaten enough for a long time.
These people walked out of the Huang family's gate with pale faces but happy expressions. This was a joy that came from the bottom of their hearts. In all likelihood, they got the money!
Uncle Jiu suddenly felt that the situation was particularly difficult. He whispered, "I'm afraid this matter is a bit difficult to handle!"
Even if ordinary Taoist priests discovered that they were raising zombies, and even if they intended to eliminate evil and defend Taoism, as long as the Huang family gave an order, those poor people who sold blood for money would drown the Taoist priests with spit.
They don’t care whether it’s a zombie or not. In their eyes, Huang Sanlang is a good person!
"Terrible!" Uncle Jiu leaned weakly against the wall. Although he had never met Huang Sanlang, this alone made Uncle Jiu feel powerless.
There is a disease in this world, and its name is poverty!
"I thought so!"
Simu also noticed something unusual. "This Huang family is most likely a corpse-raising sect. They use evil methods to raise corpses with blood. I was wondering why this silver-armored corpse is a little abnormal!"
Although this silver-armored corpse is powerful, it is far inferior to the silver-armored corpse recorded in ancient books. Simu is an expert in this area.
Last night, when fighting against the silver-armored corpse, Simu noticed something unusual. The silver-armored corpse was a little weak.
Now it seems that this silver-armored corpse was raised by the Corpse-Raising Sect using blood!
To properly refine a zombie, it must be placed in a Yinsha crypt to absorb enough evil spirits, and then supplemented with a large amount of materials. The ritual training is extremely difficult, and is no different from the ritual training of magical instruments.
Although it is slow, it is extremely powerful and can be easily controlled.
The power of zombies also depends on the person's fate and status. Royal zombies are more powerful than ordinary zombies.
Therefore, the royal tombs were the most frequently robbed. Simu also wanted to dig one before, but was beaten up by Uncle Jiu and the plan was left unfinished.
The people from Maoshan went to rob tombs and lost all their people!
If he dares to rob a tomb today, the ancestor will come to talk to him with a whip tomorrow!
The process was very heartwarming.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Simu asked with his head down. Given the current situation, a forceful attack was definitely impossible.
Uncle Jiu was in deep thought and couldn't make up his mind for a moment. He thought that the Huang family would relax at night, but he didn't expect that Huang Sanlang was so rich and had three shifts of patrol!
Evil capitalists!
Uncle Jiu thought of a word that his young apprentice often said, and felt it was very appropriate.
Russell's eyes rolled, "Master, uncle, do you want to stab the villain? Stab Huang Sanlang in the back!"
Uncle Jiu and Simu looked at each other, and Simu shook his head, "Brother, I am a gentleman, I won't do that."
"Well, what a coincidence, I don't know how either."
Russell: (?_?).
I don’t know whether Uncle Jiu will do it, but Simu will definitely do it!
Don't think I don't know that you and the old bald guy next door poke me every day, from morning to night!
"Oh, it's difficult!"
Uncle Jiu sighed. Things were not that easy. Although the Huang family was all-powerful in Macheng, he discovered from observing the weather that the Huang family was a kind family.
Rich people don't do bad things, which makes Uncle Jiu feel at a loss.
I wanted to stab Huang Sanlang, but I couldn't find a legitimate reason.
We couldn't think of any solution, and the three of us just looked at each other in confusion.
Russell suggested quietly, "Why don't we go back to bed!"
"no!"
Uncle Jiu and Simu rejected it in unison. Uncle Jiu thought that the other party raised zombies, so no matter whether they were from a good family or not, they were still ordinary people after all.
If the zombies go berserk and suck the blood of his loved ones, he won't be able to stop them then, and the entire Macheng will become a city of zombies!
Simu was still angry about what happened to him yesterday. He lost a client and had to pay compensation. The zombie he had practiced for more than ten years was gone, and he was beaten up. He even hit his head against the wall just now.
It’s all because of that silver-armored corpse!
Everyone became worried again. It was not a good idea to leave, nor was it a good idea to go in. What should they do
We must think of a foolproof plan, get past the layers of obstructions outside the Huang family, get past the five hundred swordsmen and axemen, and get rid of the silver-armored corpse quickly, ruthlessly and accurately without alerting the people around!
Uncle Jiu looked at the Huang Family compound and suddenly thought of something good. He looked at Simu with a strange expression, "Junior brother, do you still remember how Junior sister's bellyband was lost?"
"Of course it's stealing..."
Simu responded subconsciously, but when he caught a glimpse of Russell's curious eyes, he immediately changed his words, "Brother, do you mean to steal? Steal zombies?"
He felt that his senior brother had lost his mind. Could zombies be stolen
It was estimated that it would be discovered by the silver-armored corpse before it even got close!
That thing's nose is more sensitive than a dog's!
Uncle Jiu smiled confidently, "Junior brother, have you forgotten what sect he belongs to?"
Sect
He was stunned. Isn't this the Corpse Raising Sect? Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he immediately understood what Uncle Jiu meant.
The Yangshi Sect is an evil sect. Unlike Maoshan which is a large sect, it is a gathering of some independent practitioners and has one characteristic.
That is to feed the corpses with blood. There is no need for magic spells to control the zombies because they don’t have any. Instead, they use special items!
As long as you have items, you can control zombies!
Simu couldn't help but give Uncle Jiu a thumbs up. Senior Brother was really smart. He suddenly thought of another question, "Who will steal?"
Uncle Jiu looked at Russell calmly. Russell had been a little active recently and kept stealing paper talismans from his room.
Russell blinked his eyes in a silly way. He was a gentleman, how could he do such a stealing thing!
"Well, if you steal the things, I'll give you ten paper talismans."
"Twenty, I want the advanced version!"
"make a deal!"
Russell didn't say anything and directly took out a paper doll from his arms. He didn't feel sad now. Although he lost one paper doll wife, he still had one hundred and nineteen!
He blew gently, and the reluctant little paper man seemed to have grown legs and quickly slipped into the Huang family. Russell also slowly closed his eyes.
His spirit is now so strong that he can control paper figures from a distance.
Uncle Jiu and Simu watched nervously. After a long while, Russell suddenly opened his eyes, and a little paper man fell on his shoulder obediently. He opened his hands and two tokens appeared in his hands.
The three of them smiled at each other, then turned around and ran. Two black shadows dropped from the sky and followed closely behind them, hopping and jumping.
The next moment, a shrill scream came from the Huang family compound.
"Who stole my father?"
"Damn it!"
"My grandfather won't let me go either!"
"Ah, who the hell did this!"