Chapter 94: A lot of help for good people, but little help for bad people
Liao Wenjie was full of confidence in Wencai Qiusheng and the other two. Their output to the enemy was far less than the assistance they provided to their teammates. Rounding it off, they were equivalent to being undercover, or a gold medal undercover.
Who can bear this?
Liao Wenjie is very self-aware. He is not as tough as Uncle Jiu, nor does he have all kinds of tricks. He is experienced enough to take advantage of the situation without hesitation.
This group can't be formed at all!
The original plan was for Uncle Jiu to engage in a battle of wits, and Liao Wenjie took the literary talent Qiu Sheng to Ren Mansion to steal crystals.
At that time, he had thought of countermeasures, either throwing the two of them off the carriage halfway, or using the excuse of breaking the wall and splitting the troops into two groups.
In short, no matter what, we must separate from the two of us.
Unexpectedly, everyone had the same idea. Uncle Jiu and Liao Wenjie were planning to steal the house. Hook-nosed also thought of it and sent senior soldiers to Yizhuang first.
Thanks to his aquiline nose, Liao Wenjie was able to defend Yizhuang without leaving the house, which was why he waited patiently for Uncle Jiu to finish the battle.
As circumstances change, plans may need to be adjusted temporarily.
Unexpectedly, people are not as good as God. Not long after they were proud, the situation turned from prosperity to decline, and Wencai and Qiu Sheng succeeded.
For a moment, Liao Wenjie was sweating on his temples, feeling that he was surrounded by dangers and could be stabbed in the back at any time, which was even more dangerous than the last time he circled the zombies in Yizhuang.
No, you have to save yourself.
"You two, hurry up and help Uncle Jiu, he can't hold on any longer."
"Brother Jie, take down the zombies first and then help the master to have a better chance of winning. Three against one will be quick."
"Yes, the demon is so powerful. In the past, we would only be a disservice to the master. It would be safer to work together."
The literary talent Qiu Sheng said one word, and the long-haired monster with a hooked nose was described as terrifying. It looked more ferocious than a zombie. They had little ability, so they were just able to give Liao Wenjie a beating, so they didn't go to the high-end game to join in the fun.
Aren't you afraid of doing me a disservice?
Liao Wenjie's face turned dark. Since Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, was unjust, don't blame him for being cruel.
"That's fine. I'll attack from the front, and you'll outflank me from both sides. We'll finish the battle quickly."
Liao Wenjie pulled out the money sword and reminded: "Remember, stab the zombie's eyes first."
After saying that, the three of them rushed towards the zombie at the same time. The latter roared, raised his claws and pointed straight ahead, which was Liao Wenjie who grabbed him.
Like Mr. Ren, his manicure was ugly, long and pointed, and had a cold luster in the moonlight.
Liao Wenjie suddenly stopped suddenly, turned sideways to avoid the zombie's flying attack, and threw out the money sword in his hand. Without waiting for his body to stand firm, he took out a bunch of yellow talismans from his arms and used a trick to scatter flowers.
The zombie stepped forward, but was stabbed in the chest by the money sword first. His momentum stopped in place, and then the yellow talisman fell down, causing him to be covered in sparks.
Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly. This zombie was clumsy and far less intelligent than Mrs. Ren's. Not only that, its joints were as stiff as wood, and its flexibility was much poorer.
Very much like Erhei.
He had a guess in his mind that the zombie in front of him was an early work of Hook Nose and was not as good as the one made by Old Man Ren.
Thinking of this, he became even more confident. One step behind the literary talent Qiu Sheng, he took out a money sword with his backhand and leaned on it.
Poof!
Qiu Sheng stepped forward on Tiangang steps. He was so frightened by the corpse poison on the zombie's claws that he did not dare to stab its eye socket. He retreated and pierced the zombie's lower back with his sword.
Just as Qiu Sheng was retreating, Liao Wenjie appeared in time and kicked him in the butt.
As long as I hit my teammate before backstabbing him, he won't be able to stab me!
"Brother Jie, you..."
Qiu Sheng was confused. He never expected that the attack would come from behind. He hit the zombie with a bang. Because of the copper coin armor, the zombie exploded to both sides with a bang.
Liao Wenjie lowered his head and dived to avoid Qiu Sheng, who was passing overhead. He rushed to the zombie with two quick steps and inserted the money sword into his left eye with a pop.
"Ho ho ho!!"
The zombie was in pain and tried to knock down Liao Wenjie with his arms, but he ran away after stabbing him and missed him.
"Wencai, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and outflank us!"
"Ah! Bao, outflank?"
Hearing Liao Wenjie's cry, Wen Cai shook his head repeatedly. He was just stupid, but not really stupid. Qiu Sheng's people had already flown out. If he tried to outflank him again, wouldn't he be looking for trouble?
"Ho ho ho!!"
Wencai's momentum was released, and the zombies immediately rushed towards him. After three jumps, they caught up with Wencai who was escaping.
"The zombie is behind you, get down quickly."
There was wind behind his ears, and Wencai was so frightened that he subconsciously followed the instructions and fell to the ground.
After lying down, he came back to his senses. No, why was Liao Wenjie's voice so close?
Liao Wenjie felt wind at his feet, and when he ran with all his strength, he was faster than the zombie. The moment Wencai fell down, he jumped forward and grabbed the zombie's feet jumping in the air.
Bang!
The zombie fell straight forward and fell directly on Wencai. Still because of the copper coin armor, it bounced into the air with a bang and rolled several times before landing.
Poof!
Liao Wenjie stepped forward quickly, seized the opportunity to deliver a finishing blow, and blinded the zombie's other eye.
Once the attack is successful, he will retreat five meters and never take advantage of the opportunity.
"Literary Qiusheng, well done."
Liao Wenjie nodded vigorously and killed the zombies. They were both good at killing each other.
"..."x2
The two of them lay on the ground and groaned. Without the iron cloth shirts to protect themselves, they couldn't bear the blow.
At the same time, I also understood why Liao Wenjie insisted on not taking off the copper coin armor. From the beginning of the relationship, he regarded the two as coolies carrying magical artifacts.
It's so insidious. It's a shame they both shouted thank you before.
The zombie was blind, waving around wildly. Because his body was stiff and unable to protect Zhou Quan, he was continuously pierced by the money sword thrown by Liao Wenjie.
Seeing that the zombies were moving slower and slower, Liao Wenjie stepped forward quickly, took out the red thread fishing net from Wencai's arms, and saw the opportunity and threw it at the zombies.
Due to poor technique, the fishing net could not be pulled open in mid-air and only entangled the zombie's feet when it landed.
enough.
The red thread fishing net burst into light, blowing off the zombie's legs. Liao Wenjie took out the yellow talisman and smashed it all over the head and face.
The fire was soaring into the sky, and the zombies were rolling all over the ground. After a few flutters, they were burned to death.
"I'll go help Uncle Jiu. You two are here to watch. If the fire is not strong enough, quickly add two more talismans."
After saying that, Liao Wenjie quickly ran towards the battlefield on Uncle Jiu's side. Instead of joining directly, he made a circle and came to the front of the basket cloth bag.
A bamboo pole with a black flag tied to the top. If the materials are good, it should be a magic weapon for controlling ghosts.
Liao Wenjie remembered clearly that Uncle Jiu once said that if someone destroyed this magic weapon, Hook Nose would be devoured by hundreds of ghosts.
What else is there to say? Burn it.
He waved his hand to light up a yellow talisman and threw it directly on the Ghost Controlling Flag. The result was very unfriendly. The flag was made of an unknown material, and the whole body was cold and cold. The flames could not ignite it for a while.
"Pity."
Liao Wenjie snorted coldly. If it weren't for the wrong timing, he would have stayed to study whatever the banner said.
Now, killing the hooked nose is the top priority.
He raised the money sword and stabbed it with all his strength. The red thread broke, the copper coins rolled around, and the flag cloth also tore a hole.
The Yin Qi quickly leaked out from the crack, and the Ghost Controlling Banner lost its luster as a magic weapon. It was as dark as ordinary cloth, burned by the surrounding flames, and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Hook-nosed was fighting with Uncle Jiu, fighting fast to prevent Uncle Jiu from using his Taoist skills. Seeing victory close in front of him, his heart suddenly contracted and the pain made him unable to move. He was stabbed by Uncle Jiu's sword. Chest.
"puff!!"
Hot blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. He stepped back unsteadily with Hook Nose, and finally sat on the ground, vomiting blood.
In the mountain forest, Yin Qi gathered for no reason. Uncle Jiu put his hand between his eyebrows and felt a thump in his heart after seeing the situation clearly.
The ghosts were eerie, numbering in the hundreds, as if they had entered a ghost nest.
Seeing the ghosts looking at the aquiline noses with ferocious expressions, Uncle Jiu thought for a moment and figured out the reason.
"Since ancient times, if you get the Tao, you will get many help, but if you don't, the Tao means little. The Tao doesn't mean the road. I know that cultivating the Tao will pave the way and build bridges, and build good relationships in all directions. However, if you cultivate the Tao, you will cut off your own way, and even the roads of others. Look around you, I can spare you today, but they can’t spare you either.”
Uncle Jiu held his vertical sword behind his back and looked at Hook Nose with eyes full of pity and disdain. Pity was a pity for Hook Nose's qualifications and diligence, and disdain meant that there was nothing to say.
The lonely souls and wild ghosts in the mountains serve as evidence, and it cannot be washed away.
"unfair!"
The hook-nosed body was scattered in an abnormal shape, skinny and bones shaped like a skeleton, and both feet had already stepped into the coffin.
"What, the path you chose is unfair now?" Uncle Jiu smiled, he couldn't be too shameless.
"It's not fair. We are all Taoist priests. Why are you so rich and I so poor?"
The hooked nose looked at Liao Wenjie who was walking over, coveting all the equipment he was wearing, and said angrily: "I don't accept it, my Taoism is far stronger than all of you, and the hard work I have put in is far more than a hundred times yours... Ahem... …I didn’t lose, you cheated.”
As he spoke, he was so angry that he vomited blood again.
He still hasn't figured it out. Renjiazhuang does not rely on famous mountains and rivers, and there are no hermits and masters. Uncle Jiu guards a righteous village, how could he come from so many precious copper coins.
"Tch, if you don't have money, you still need to learn Taoism from others."
Liao Wenjie didn't bother to say anything, and after one stroke, he made another stroke: "I'm not afraid to tell you, the basket of copper coins you are carrying is not enough for Master Jiu to eat for a day."
"puff---"