Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Chapter 295 Let him live in the suburbs

Han Feng's move instantly caused panic and commotion.

Among the dark Taoist priests, some of them seemed at a loss.

Those who are at a loss are almost all fake Taoist priests.

The rest of the Taoist priests are real Maoshan disciples, but they are also confused now and haven't figured out what's going on.

The fake Taoist priest pointed at by Han Feng with the mahogany sword saw that what was pressed against his neck was obviously a wooden sword, but it actually cut his skin, and a slight blood oozes out.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he confessed everything before he persisted for a while.

"Grandpa, spare your life! I was also forced to do nothing."

"This Fukang County has not been very peaceful recently. The local people said that there were signs of a dead body. The county magistrate found a few Taoist priests, but no one was alive or dead."

"Things are not resolved, but no one dares to come back."

"The county magistrate said that as long as someone can deal with the dirty things here, they will be rewarded with 500 taels of gold. That's why we made such a bad move..."

In order to confuse the government's money, the old guy found some young and true Taoist priests who were not afraid of death, and also found a group of fake Taoist priests to fill in the money.

I planned to just go through the motions and withdraw when I got the money.

As a result, people died before they acted.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Jiu and others appeared.

Han Feng pressed down on the sword he was holding, and sneered disdainfully, "So, you all gave up your life just for 500 taels of gold?"

After the truth came out.

The young true Taoists present were furious when they realized that they had been cheated.

He picked up the mahogany sword and went to kill the fake Taoist priest.

Uncle Jiu stopped them one by one.

"Everyone, don't be impulsive. The most important thing right now is the thing hidden in the dark."

"Who can take us to the general's tomb?"

While asking, Uncle Jiu threw the torch he had just lit to Wen Cai, "Go, burn that corpse."

Wen Cai nodded and hurried to do it.

"I remembered! You are Uncle Jiu! No wonder I saw you so familiar just now."

"Go! I'll take you there!"

The person who spoke was a little Taoist priest who was also a descendant of Maoshan.

When I was in Maoshan, I had to study some historical knowledge of Maoshan school every day, including famous figures who went out of Maoshan.

Uncle Jiu is naturally a typical example.

Many descendants of Maoshan once regarded Uncle Jiu as a role model for them to learn in the future.

Seeing a real person now, the disciples of Maoshan who were present were not to mention how excited they were.

"Let's go too!"

"Uncle Jiu, we were all tricked by this old thing."

"He said that he is our second-generation disciple of Maoshan. Because he debuted relatively early, many people in Maoshan have never heard of him. We were miserably deceived by this old thing."

"That's right, Uncle Jiu, we also lost a good fellow Taoist."

It turned out that those who died on the ground were disciples of the Maoshan Sect.

"Okay, everyone, if you want to go, just follow Uncle Jiu."

Uncle Jiu waved his arms, and all the Maoshan disciples below, all the true Taoist priests responded with fists.

This is the spirit of Maoshan.

Uncle Jiu looked at Han Feng, "Afeng, let him go, let him live in this wilderness!"

With a flick of Han Feng's arm, the fake Taoist staggered and fell to the ground.

I was so scared that I begged for mercy.

"Don't! Don't leave me, I'm afraid!"

"God knows where that ghost is hidden!"

"I don't want to be a zombie!"

The fake Taoist kept begging for mercy.

But Uncle Jiu, Han Feng and others ignored him at all.

Several people took big steps and walked towards the depths of the jungle.

The rest of the fake Taoist priests, regardless of Sanqi 21, trotted all the way and chased after them.

Their eyes were particularly flustered, they kept looking around,

The eyeballs were rolling, extremely nervous.

Someone had just died, and everyone's nerves were tense.

Most of these people are vagrants from other places. Because of lack of money, when they heard that following the fake Taoist priest could make money, all the foolish ones followed.

I didn't know it was so scary.

And people will die.

Uncle Jiu didn't stop him either.

Han Feng and Wen Cai followed closely behind Uncle Jiu.

In the jungle at night, the wind blows.

Because someone led the way, Uncle Jiu, Han Feng and others soon found the tomb of the general who had the accident.

"Wen Cai, hold the lamp!"

When Uncle Jiu called out, Wen Cai immediately stepped forward with a firestick in his hand.

Take a photo towards the pitch-black pothole in front of you.

All around the tombstone was soft soil.

Obviously, it looked like it had been poached.

Uncle Jiu stepped forward, stepped on the fresh, soft and corpse-like dirt, bent his waist and lowered his head to look down.

Suddenly, a head shaking made Uncle Jiu tremble with fright.

"what!"

But I saw a familiar laughter coming from below.

'"Hey, Master, it's me."

"Nonsense! My teacher said before I came here, don't..."

"Oh, I got it. Don't act recklessly. I'm fine. Why are you nervous?"

Before Uncle Jiu could finish speaking, Han Feng answered first.

While talking about Uncle Jiu, Han Feng had already walked around the coffin.

Uncle Jiu squatted on it, but it was pitch black below and he couldn't see anything.

Frowning, "You kid, don't talk to me, since you've gone down, let's see if the things in the coffin are still there?"

Han Feng jumped up.

The body is as light as a swallow, as if lightness kung fu.

All the people around were stunned.

Is this kid an apprentice of Ninth Uncle?

Is it that great?

The ugly one next to him is also an apprentice of Uncle Jiu, so why does he look so ordinary?

Han Feng didn't care about the reactions of these people.

He patted the dust on his clothes, and said casually, "It must be gone, otherwise, who would come out to be a demon."

"You—well, you're right."

Uncle Jiu was choked by Han Feng, but he couldn't find a reason to criticize him,

He coughed softly to hide his embarrassment.

"Ahem, well, since the contents inside are gone, let's split up, anyway, we have a lot of people."

Before Uncle Jiu could finish speaking, the rest immediately quit.

They all shouted.

"No! Uncle Jiu, aren't you trying to kill us?"

"Still acting separately, if we act separately, will we still survive?"

"I don't care! Anyway, I want to follow you true Taoists!"

Not to mention that these fake Taoist priests were afraid, even those fledgling true Taoist priests felt nervous for a while.

That zombie is extremely ferocious, rather than looking for it, many people wish they would never meet it.

If you encounter it, you may not be able to save your life.

But now, fortunately, Uncle Jiu was here, so they could feel more at ease in their hearts.

But now let them act separately, this is not acceptable!

Around the tomb, the wind gusts, and the resentment gathers.

Han Feng stood up and suggested, "How about this, with me and my master at the head, we are divided into two groups, and those of you who are willing to follow Uncle Jiu will stand behind Uncle Jiu, and those who are willing to follow me will stand behind me."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he always felt that this proposal was weird, but he couldn't think of other better ways for a while.

With so many people here, it's not good to really care about their lives.

"Okay, just listen to my apprentice, everyone can stand in line now."

People immediately swarmed to run behind Uncle Jiu and Han Fan, master and apprentice.

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