Charity cemetery.
In the dead of night, two dark shadows fell from the sky, making a dull thud on the ground, followed by a crisp snap.
Uncle Jiu jumped down from the silver-armored corpse's shoulder. With the help of the moonlight, he saw the broken object in the yard. It turned out to be a large vat.
Where did I get the tank
Uncle Jiu thought for a second and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Qiu Sheng, this unreliable guy, actually put the jar in the yard and it was stepped on and smashed to pieces.
That’s half an ocean!
Uncle Jiu put his hands behind his back and turned his head to the side. Anyway, it was the Silver-Armored Corpse that crushed it. What does it have to do with me, Lin Jiu
Thinking of this, he calmly hid the token in his hand.
Si Mu stared at his senior brother in amazement and was about to say something, but unexpectedly Uncle Jiu glared at him fiercely. He turned his head away instantly, pretending that he saw nothing, and hummed a little tune.
Today, ordinary people are really, really happy!
After a while, a black shadow floated in the sky, and Russell was seen lying on the turtle shell and sleeping soundly.
This made Simu very envious. If he had this thing when he was driving corpses, he wouldn't have to torture the frogs.
“If you break through to become a Heavenly Master, I guess my uncle will give you one too.”
Just as Simu was drooling with envy at little Russell's turtle shell, Uncle Jiu spoke quietly behind him.
Breakthrough to Heavenly Master
Simu shuddered silently and retracted his envious gaze. People should learn to be content throughout their lives.
In fact, I think frogs are pretty good. They jump around every day, work diligently, never complain, don't ask for wages, and work very hard.
Didn’t you hear the passionate shouts from others
"Go, go, go!"
What a great staff!
Simu looked up silently, watching Russell with his head resting in the arms of the fierce female ghost and another water ghost riding a turtle shell. He couldn't help but think of his frog.
He couldn't help but twitch his nose, feeling a little sour.
We are all practicing Taoism, why is there such a big gap, why are you so outstanding
If I had known earlier, I should not have learned how to carry corpses. It would have been much better to learn how to make paper figurines!
Seeing that Russell was sleeping soundly, Uncle Jiu did not wake him up, but took his junior brother to the other side of the yard.
He lowered his voice very low and tossed the token in his hand, "Brother, how are we going to deal with these two zombies? Think of a way!"
If it was an ordinary zombie, Uncle Jiu would naturally have no worries. He would just cast a talisman and burn it to ashes.
But this zombie is already a silver-armored zombie. Even if it is not a genuine silver-armored zombie, but a second-rate one raised by the corpse-raising sect with blood, it has also exceeded the limits of ordinary zombies.
Not to say that he is immune to water and fire, but basically water and fire can't cause much harm to him, and ordinary Taoist magic is just like tickling him.
If a large-scale spell is prepared, although this zombie is a fool, its life and death instinct is enough to drive it crazy.
If one doesn't do it well and fails to kill the silver-armored corpse with one blow, the dragon will really break free from the ropes and escape.
Uncle Jiu couldn't make up his mind for a moment and could only ask his junior fellow apprentice Simu for his opinion, as he was an expert in playing with corpses.
Simu did not answer, but touched the token in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and then said bitterly.
"I can't bear to do that!"
Uncle Jiu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
This is a top-quality zombie. The Feng Shui master seized the evil spirit from heaven and earth and nurtured his own corpse for many years, and it eventually turned into a silver-armored corpse.
Although the Feng Shui master's father was not as exaggerated as him, he was also a top-quality bronze-armored corpse.
Asking Simu to deal with these zombies would undoubtedly make it extremely difficult for little Russell to not sleep naked!
Moreover, the zombie that the junior brother had raised for many years had its aura sucked away by the Silver-Armored Corpse, and all his hard work was directly destroyed.
Uncle Jiu's eyes flickered. He looked back at the silver-armored corpse standing upright in the yard, and then looked at Russell who was sleeping soundly on the turtle shell.
There are only two and a half years left before the three-year agreement. If we leave this silver-armored corpse behind, who else in Waimao can resist
Uncle Jiu took a few deep breaths. The weapon with the greatest killing power against zombies was his senior brother Shi Jian's Lightning Thunder Fist.
He shouldn't attack the younger generation, right
"Then leave it. Grandpa will give it to you, and Dad will leave it to Russell."
Uncle Jiu tightly grasped the token with his right hand and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking that he was a selfish person after all!
Simu's face lit up with joy, but he always felt that what Uncle Jiu said was a little strange. However, he didn't think too much about it.
I have a bronze-armored corpse now, and my youth is back!
Suddenly Simu thought of another question, and he asked doubtfully, "Brother, is the silver-armored corpse a little bit to little Russell?"
He didn't have any other intentions, but he just felt it was a little strange. Little Russell was his senior brother's disciple, and he had already blazed a trail to success in the field of paper figurines.
I also learned the talismans from my senior brother, the Yang Wu Lei of the old Taoist priest, and the Liu Ding Liu Jia protective spells from my great uncle, and I have a bright future ahead of me.
The junior nephew is paired with the silver-armored corpse, and it feels a little weird.
As long as the little junior apprentice brother follows the instructions step by step, it is only a matter of time before he becomes an enlightened immortal. Even the Heavenly Master can imagine it.
Simu understood the truth, and he didn't believe that his senior brother would not consider it carefully.
“Time is too tight!”
Uncle Jiu's eyes flashed, "As long as Russell is given 30 years, no, 10 years, he will definitely be able to surpass everyone in Waimao, and maybe even enter the blessed land of Neimao to practice."
Whether it is 30 years or 10 years, it is too short for them who practice Taoism.
If one cultivates to the level of Earth Master, with the spirit and soul nourishing one another, living for a hundred and fifty years is no problem. Even after death, one can continue to cultivate.
Simu couldn't help but turn his head away. Comparing himself with others would only make him angry. He had practiced for so many years, but he was almost caught up by his junior nephew. He was afraid that the geniuses in Neimao were no more than this!
well!
Simu couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat again. The gap between people is sometimes even greater than the gap between people and dogs.
"Master Uncle has spoken." Uncle Jiu continued, "As long as Russell can enter Shangqing Cave in three years, he will help him find a job."
A sly look flashed across his eyes, "Master Uncle didn't say that we, the elders, can't help."
Although other elders will help, none of them are as ferocious as the Silver-Armored Corpse. This thing is hard to come by.
"Which position?"
Simu's eyes widened and he just asked, then he realized something instantly. Most of the people who practice Taoism would not bother about the positions in the mortal world.
It is certainly good to practice in the Six Gates, but when the nest is overturned, no egg can remain intact. The situation is extremely chaotic now, and which Taoist priest would dare to wade into this muddy water
There's only one position left!
Underworld!
Simu couldn't help but gasp. Since his uncle-master had taken action and promised it personally, the official position he held must be quite high.
Moreover, to enter Shangqing Cave, one must at least break through the outer thatch, and at least reach the fifth level of Earth Master, and the uncle-master must have the support of hundreds of thousands of good karmas.
hiss!
At least we have to have a City God!
He turned his head to look at Russell who was sleeping soundly, and couldn't help drooling from the corner of his mouth.
How come this thigh is so white, fragrant and tender!