Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

"Yeah. Justin knows."

Li Ting quickly ran up the stairs. The innocent look of the girl made Luo Chuan a little dazed. He felt a little regretful and said something to Uncle Jiu.

This is a fake. What kind of thing is it? If you don't enter the golden pill, you won't talk about good friends.

Isn't this just making yourself suffer?

Why would he give up on such a good girl just because he saw her? He couldn't miss her even if she was wrong. It didn't suit his personality.

"Please stop looking. Your eyes are about to fall out. There is no rule in Maoshan that does not allow disciples to marry. If you really can't stand it.

Chapter 210: The Difference Between Gu Masters

Some of the Xu Undead wanted to escape from this bottomless pit.

Smiling sheepishly, "Hurry up then. I can barely handle it here alone."

Looking at the anxious Uncle Jiu, he straightened his body and jumped upstairs.

Although I have worked hard for many years, I have not fallen behind.

Luochuan was immersed in emotion.

“Pharaoh and Zhuge Kong are friends of the Taoist school. Since you are here, why not sit down and talk about old things? What happened in the attic? Let’s see how Brother Lin committed the crime?”

Luochuan looked at Zhuge Kongfang who seemed a little impatient and invited him.

"very good."

"Luochuan, you always rush over to me, and I feel embarrassed. I know you are very right and wrong, and you have no moral sense at all. This time, why did you help Lin Jiu?" Pharaoh said sarcastically.

Luochuan smiled and nodded.

"As expected, you know me well. I guess I accidentally took the wrong road on the way home with the sole of my foot. Do you want to send a letter?"

Luochuan stared at the old man.

The person in charge here is to take care of the elderly. As for Zhu 570 Ge Kongfang, he did not create zombies, and now he is a ninth-level master. Any pistol can make him quiet.

Not to mention other masters.

For Zhuge Kongfang in Luochuan, he did not realize this.

"Haha." Zhuge Kongfang sneered.

"Xu Bu Si, you are lying to the child. Do you think we will believe you? You are wrong. Taohuawu is a world away from home. Even if you are a directionally challenged person, it is not that strange."

Luochuan holds a fat black cat in his hand.

Think for a moment.

"What you said does make sense, but I'm telling the truth. But I did dig underground for a long time. There is indeed a problem."

Luo Chuannan smiled.

From Zhuge's perspective, he would not believe it.

But it’s actually true.

"I believe you." Pharaoh nodded.

"The Dungeon Hide is something your little priest can use before it solidifies. The most important issue is the Dungeon Hide in your hand. I'm afraid it's incomplete."

Luo Chuan's hands tensed.

The black cat in your hand!

"Aim! Aim!"

He looked at Luochuan with dissatisfaction, and was about to get rid of his arms, but seeing that Luochuan didn’t want to let go, he helplessly let out all his shouts and issued a warning of dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Gu, I also know how to hide. Can you say a few words to me?"

"I do not know."

The Pharaoh pulled out a black leech from his body and thrust it directly into his mouth, gnashing his teeth fiercely. Blue blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Luo Chuan glanced at him with disgust.

"Mr. Gu, you smell a bit strong. Why do you keep eating the bugs you raise? I don't feel sorry for you at all. After all, the bugs are also the ones you raised with great effort. Isn't it cruel to eat them like this?"

"Abuse, why is it called abuse? My generation is full of bug teachers, and one of them doesn't eat bugs. In the past few years, I have forgotten the taste of food. I have been with bugs all the time and don't eat what bugs eat."

Luochuan looked up at the attic above his head.

A drop of dust and blood soaked the wooden floor and fell directly onto the table.

Luochuan Black Cat, instantly nitpicking!

Staring at the blood in a bit of panic.

It seemed like there was a murderer. He twisted back and forth anxiously in Luochuan's hands.

"Mushishi has forgotten that he has been with bugs all his life. Bugs have the effect of purifying the aura. Although what you eat (agbf) is ordinary food, what you spit out is aura. I envy that old man. You can eat aura directly."

"are you kidding me?"

"I dare not. The taste is a bit bland. I want to eat spiritual energy, but I can't collect spiritual energy."

Entomologists have played an important role in the long course of history, from the time of Chiyou to the Republic of China. Although there are no surprising figures, it is not a rare village.

From ancient times to the present!

How many people, regardless of age, have no imitators, and how many sects have gradually disappeared over the years, leaving only decaying ancestral halls and poor ancestral halls.

How many people sigh that time is cruel!

But as a professional insect master, it is not so naive, and it is easy to disappear in the years. There is an insect village in Xiangxi.

There are a few tricks for both men and women.

It's an ordinary maggot, within reach.

There are black laws and white laws.

Teacher Baifa is generally kind-hearted and proactive, not making people angry, but not afraid of people either. He serves as a bridge between Xiangxi and the outside world.

As expected, there are still many people who like the white-robed wizard.

"Xu Bu Si, since you like my method, I will give it to you..."

Pharaoh tilted his head, took out a pitch-black secret book, and threw it to Luochuan.

Luochuan's fingers moved slightly, and the red rope in his hand instantly turned into a long stick. He threw the book down and rushed out.

Suddenly, the beaten snake man let out a sad wail.

A lot of smoke came out of the quiet green body.

If you look at it with the naked eye, you will find that it has turned into a pool of blood.

Hey!

"Your offer is too good to be true. Let your men train and practice slowly. I taste bland, and swallowing black leeches won't do."

Luochuan quietly took ordinary scissors from the table, and the black air spreading on the red rope was quickly cut off.

The red rope fell to the ground!

Pungent black smoke.

Has a light fragrance.

"Mr. Gu, your method is a bit despicable." Luo Chuan smiled contemptuously.

The black cat in my hand flew away in the blink of an eye.

The way the proud cat's nails grow onto old Pat.

"Xiaolu is a ghost. How dare you stand in my way."

Always get angry and say, "Get lost."

Holding a long sword, a flash of knife, in an instant.

Luo Chuan frowned, and the red string on his wrist instantly came over and wrapped around the black cat, pulling the black cat to Luo Chuan's side.

Chapter 211: Fighting with Magic Fears Guns

Pharaoh sighed and put down his sword.

"Unfortunately."

"The pets I adopted were still protected, so I have no regrets. It's the same reason as taking care of the elderly. I couldn't bear to see the night owl I adopted with great difficulty being slashed."

Click click click.

Blood was dripping from the attic on the second floor.

Luochuan lowered his head and saw the cigarette dripping with blood on the table.

Uncle, don't tell me I can't choose alone.

Can’t you carry the newly resurrected zombies?

Speak with strength!

Luochuan nodded.

"I'm confident my brother can easily deal with the zombies."

"is it?"

“I’m looking forward to Lin Jiu’s simple solution. The worst thing is to wait for a few years. I still don’t trust my husband. He has been sending people to protect my grandfather’s tomb.” Zhuge Kongfang was a little angry.

"So, Zhuge Kongfang, why are you entangled here? You are causing trouble for him directly after your master is buried. I promise you. I will not interfere."

"I promise. Xu Bu Si, do you still count? Don't forget what happened in Liwan." Pharaoh looked at Luochuan with a bit of sarcasm.

"what!"

I seem to have a bad character and cannot accept it.

Luochuan stared at the attic.

“Uncle Jiu, give me the strength to deal with the zombies directly, so he doesn’t have to face two cruel people alone.”

"What are you thinking?"

“Procrastination is futile.”

Knock, Knock

Wen suddenly fell down from the upstairs, his face turned blue, his arm was injured by a zombie, and his clothes were stained with black blood.

Spit blood!

"Hey, it still has to be sold. I like peace the most. Why do I always have to go through this?"

Luo Chuan stamped his feet on the ground. A wooden coffin lay directly in front of Luo Chuan and Gu Lao.

Snapped!

The coffin lid was patted by the old man.

"Mr. Gu, let my clone play with you for a while. I'll go upstairs and take a look."

Luochuan jumped up, grabbed the attic stairs directly, and kicked the board with both feet with a snap.

The kite turned over and landed firmly in the attic.

"Mr. Ren, don't worry. Wencai will protect you."

Wencai, who only had half a life, had a huge heart. He immediately sacrificed himself to guard behind Ren Ting, staring at Pharaoh and Zhuge Kongfang vigilantly.

Ah!

Justin shouted loudly. The zombie in the attic seemed to have seen something and flew out of the attic after taking three steps.

"Xu Bu Si, stop him quickly."

He frowned and looked at Ren's father as if he was dead.

Smart eyes, this is no ordinary zombie.

What we can see is no longer within the realm of low-level zombies. The zombies in the zombie city should still be using the length of their teeth to determine who is the boss.

"Does it have a soul?"