Chapter 84 Anger arises from the heart, evil arises from the courage
With the blessing of telepathy, Liao Wenjie's voice was extremely loud.
The power is comparable to that of a lion's roar, and it can be heard very far under the silent night sky. It is estimated that half of the town can hear the mourning hall of Jiu Shu's family. Bah, it was the mourning hall of Jiu Shu's family that exploded.
It's not that Liao Wenjie is a coward and doesn't dare to spar with zombies, but that he doesn't have the right expertise. Although [The Divine Curse of Purifying Heaven and Earth] is a panacea, its focus is on killing ghosts and saving ghosts, which directly leads to him being good at dealing with ghosts as well.
The last time he dealt with Issey Miyake, he lacked effective means of killing and was so exhausted that he was worse than Zhou Xingxing with two shots.
The evil spirit of Ren Weiyong's transformed zombie is astonishing. You can feel a lingering cold air from a long distance, like a walking refrigerator. It is more than a little stronger than Issey Miyake. It is better to leave it to a professional Taoist like Uncle Jiu. To be appropriate.
The effect of shouting at the top of his lungs was immediate. Erhei, who was sleeping curled up in the corner, jumped up in fright, thinking that Liao Wenjie was going to punish him again. He whimpered twice and ran out of the house with his tail between his legs.
Then it ran back, faster than when it escaped.
The one outside is more scary!
Seeing Erhei cowering in the corner and shivering, covering his face with wolf claws as if an ostrich cannot see, Liao Wenjie's face was immediately filled with black lines.
A dog-like creature knows that zombies are not to be trifled with, so how can he put himself in danger?
inappropriate!
"Uncle Jiu, hurry up! I can't hold on anymore!"
With two money swords in front of him, Liao Wenjie called Uncle Jiu again for help, but Uncle Jiu and Wencai did not move. The zombie was enraged and jumped towards him with a roar.
The zombies were approaching fiercely. Liao Wenjie threw out two money swords without thinking. He wrapped a few swords in black cloth, put them on his back, turned around and ran away.
Ding!
The zombie pushed forward with both hands, and the moment it collided with the money sword, sparks shot out from ten sharp claws, the body stopped in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a bang.
By coincidence, he pressed against the money sword stuck in his back, causing the blade to come out of his body and pierce his chest.
The zombie roared angrily, with even more ferocity in his eyes. He jumped up on the spot and slammed into the window of the side room.
boom!
Fragments of sawdust were flying in all directions, and the window edge was smashed to pieces by zombies, with several bricks flying up along with it.
As the zombies rushed into the house, Liao Wenjie ran out the door. Seeing this scene, his eyelids twitched.
It was so violent that the impact turned the window into a door.
Needless to say, in terms of strength, speed, defense, etc., the zombie crushed him in all directions, especially in the straight line. The zombie's sprint was faster than his ability to fly on grass.
Once you get close, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Uncle Jiu, I can't hold it any longer...fuck..."
Boom!
The zombie smashed the door panel and rushed out of the side room. Liao Wenjie gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and ran back into the house along the original window.
"Ho ho ho!!"
"Uncle Jiu, if you are preparing a magic weapon, just say something. Don't be silent!"
Liao Wenjie relied on his flexible hands and feet to lead the zombies in circles inside and outside the house. After several times in a row, the windows were changed to make the doors wider and wider.
This is not good. Once the wall is demolished and the two doors become one, he will no longer have to go around.
At the critical moment, Liao Wenjie threw out the money sword he was carrying without thinking, and ran towards Uncle Jiu's room quickly.
Regardless of whether Uncle Jiu was trying to open a forum or not, he really couldn't hold on any longer.
Several money swords flew towards them, and the zombie learned a lesson. He didn't dare to fight hard. He jumped sideways, stepped on a brick under his feet, and fell down next to... Erhei.
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"Ouch"
"Ho ho ho!"
…
On the other side, Liao Wenjie rushed to Uncle Jiu's room, kicked open the door and burst in. When he saw Uncle Jiu lying on the bed snoring, he immediately became furious.
He was driven out by zombies outside. After tearing down the windows, he demolished the walls. The situation was even more dangerous than when the King of Qin circled the pillars. In the end, this guy actually slept in the house and slept so soundly.
It’s obvious that it was intentional!
Anger arises from the heart, evil comes from the courage.
Liao Wenjie grabbed Uncle Jiu's collar, slapped him in the face, and shouted in his ear: "The zombie is right outside the door. Life or death is at stake. How long do you want to sleep?"
Although this slap did not use the skill of Iron Sand Palm, it was really not strong enough. Uncle Jiu woke up with a cry.
Who am I, where am I, what happened?
Uncle Jiu opened his eyes blankly, his ears buzzing, his eyes unable to focus on Liao Wenjie's face, and he still felt dizzy after shaking his head several times.
"Thank God, Uncle Jiu, you finally woke up."
Liao Wenjie grabbed Uncle Jiu's shoulders and shook him hard: "You don't wake up no matter how much I yell, it scared me."
"When did you call me... No, I was obviously meditating, why did I fall asleep?"
"Uncle Ninth, when we were talking about this, Old Master Ren turned into a zombie and ran out. Hurry up!"
"What! Mrs. Ren ran out!?"
When Uncle Jiu heard this, he jumped up from the bed in shock. Because he was dizzy, his feet were unsteady and he fell directly to the ground.
"Uncle Jiu, what's wrong with you? Are you still awake?"
Liao Wenjie was shocked and quickly helped him up, praying that he would not be beaten.
"No, no, my body..."
Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, shook his head suddenly, raised his fingers in front of his chest, bit his fingertips and drew the talisman in the air, and finally touched it between his eyebrows.
"wake up!"
With a sharp shout, Uncle Jiu suddenly woke up and said with an angry eyebrow: "Ajie, quickly get the wooden sword and the ink bucket, let's subdue the zombies."
"good."
Seeing this scene, how could Liao Wenjie not understand that Uncle Ninth's delay in coming was not intentional, but something was wrong with him.
Either he went crazy while practicing, or he was plotted against, so that slap just now...
Forget it, now is not the time to talk nonsense, it is important to deal with the zombies.
He picked up the wooden swords and ink fountains placed on the desk. After thinking for a while, the firepower was not strong enough, so he wrapped a few money swords in his clothes and carried them on his back.
After thinking about it some more, I realized that the Eight Diagrams Mirror was quite fragrant, tied to my chest.
Hey, the chainmail woven from this set of copper coins seems to be pretty good too. It's majestic and should be worn.
and this……
Uncle Jiu: "..."
Caution is a good habit, but this is too exaggerated. By the time Liao Wenjie finished dressing, the zombies had bitten the entire town to death.
"Ajie, you put it on slowly, I'll go first."
Uncle Jiu glared at Liao Wenjie angrily, picked up the wooden sword and ink bucket, and bumped against the door with a vigorous step.
"No, it's obviously been untied, why am I still a little dizzy?"
Uncle Jiu stood firm with his wooden sword and staggered out of the door. He smelled the cold blood in the air and broke into a cold sweat.
Literary talent!
Apart from him, Wencai, and Liao Wenjie, there was no fourth person in Yizhuang. He and Liao Wenjie were fine, so the source of the blood could only be Wencai.
Thinking of the apprentice who had been raised by his hand being sucked out of blood by zombies, Uncle Jiu was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He smeared the sword with the blood from his fingertips and rushed over following the smell of blood.
Seeing clearly that the smell of blood came from the side room, he was slightly startled. Then he looked at Erhei's body on the ground and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank God, it's great not to be a literary person.
There were no zombies around. Uncle Jiu rushed to Wencai's room, saw his thunderous snoring, and slapped him awake.
After the beating, he left without saying anything, leaving the literary man with a face full of tears.
Wencai covered his face and felt aggrieved. After laughing at the master in the dining hall, he regretted it. He just didn't expect that revenge would come so suddenly and be so heavy.
This slap made me sleepless. Will I be able to sleep for the rest of the night?
"Uncle Jiu, what was the sound just now? Did you kill the zombie?"
Liao Wenjie heard the sound and came over. He looked into Wencai's room and asked with concern: "How are you doing? Is Wencai okay?"
"He's fine, but the zombies are gone. Let's go to Master Ren's house. It should be too late now."