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

After a lot of tossing, everyone finally figured out that Daoist Qianqiu really came back to life.

on the bed.

On Daoist Qianqiu's forehead, there was a shoe print of a size 43 big foot.

Opening his eyes weakly, he licked his dry lips, crying out that he was thirsty and wanted to drink water.

Han Feng turned around to pour water.

A Ming screamed and called Uncle Jiu and Aunt Cane.

The couple rushed over upon hearing the sound, and stood beside the bed, looking at the revived Qianqiu in disbelief.

"Brother? Are you awake? Do you still recognize me?"

Uncle Jiu pointed to himself and asked.

"I know, you were the one who patted the sole of my shoe the hardest just now."

"..."

Aunt Cane embarrassedly put away the broom standing by the door.

After an oolong, several people sat around together.

Started to talk seriously about the frightening general's tomb.

"I'll leave later, and try to get to Fukang County before midnight tonight."

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows and clenched his fists tightly, "No matter how powerful this zombie is, I, Lin Jiuying, will never let it harm people."

Qianqiu waved his hand weakly, "Junior Brother, don't be impulsive, I think we should make all kinds of plans in advance, so that we won't be in a hurry when the time comes."

Qianqiu, who suffered a loss once, can be regarded as having a long memory this time.

He didn't dare to act rashly again.

I also don't want Uncle Jiu to suffer.

He went his own way.

"I was also lucky this time, so I escaped a catastrophe, otherwise... Hey! By the way, I, how did I survive?"

Only then did Daoist Qianqiu think of asking this question.

But this time, it stopped everyone from asking.

"Master, you woke up naturally, and Uncle Jiuying has shown you that there is no corpse poison in your body. You are a very normal person now."

Apprentice Amin said so.

"Wake up naturally? How is this possible?"

"And without the corpse poison, it's even more impossible!"

Qianqiu sat up for a while, rolled up his sleeves to check the wounds bitten by the zombies before.

I saw that apart from the smooth skin, there was not even a shallow tooth mark on the arm.

"Strange, I remember that I was bitten by a zombie, and the injury was very serious at the time, bleeding profusely. How could it be possible that I was fine all of a sudden?"

"Jiuying, did you use some folk remedies to save me?"

Thousands of doubts flashed through Daoist Qianqiu's mind.

According to normal logic, it doesn't make sense to come back to life naturally.

And he knew his injuries well, if he was bitten by the zombie in the general's tomb, he would basically have no way to survive.

What's more, I was bitten so badly at that time.

It was a miracle that he didn't die immediately.

Uncle Jiu frowned, and looked at Han Feng strangely.

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a sneer, "Hehe, Uncle Qianqiu, you just think too much. You have traveled all over your life, killed so many evil spirits, killed so many zombies, and helped the people do so many good deeds. This is an accumulation of virtue!"

"If you survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings!"

When the words fell to the ground, Daoist Qianqiu, who was still pondering, was so happy from ear to ear.

"Han Feng is such a sweet-mouthed boy, he actually told the truth."

"That's right, I've spent my entire life as a chivalrous warrior, roaming the rivers and lakes, and I haven't seen any kind of scene. This time, it may really be that some god is secretly helping me behind my back."

After thinking about it, Daoist Qianqiu no longer bothered about how he survived.

But Han Feng couldn't bear it.

Haunting Qianqiu and his disciples, they kept asking about the general's tomb.

And what they suffered at the time.

Han Feng knew that these were pitfalls he wanted to avoid.

Uncle Jiu coughed a few times, "Well, Senior Brother Qianqiu, let's put the bragging stuff behind, let's get down to business first."

"Lin Jiuying, what are you talking about? I'm not bragging, I'm telling the truth!"

"Senior brother, I'm not talking about you, although you are my senior brother, but you have only been independent for a short time, and your apprenticeship is even behind the few of our junior brothers. We, the senior brothers of the Maoshan School, all know these things.

That is to say, I have a good relationship with you, so I am willing to listen to you bragging about these things. If it is someone else, who would listen to you talking about it here. "

"Lin Jiuying! You speak too harshly, what do you call me..."

The two senior brothers started arguing as soon as they opened their eyes.

Han Feng shrugged helplessly, had no choice but to back out, first went back to the room and simply packed some things needed to deal with zombies.

Pack them one by one, go to the yard and shout.

"Master, uncle, fellow brothers, I'll go first."

"Just wait for the good news that I took down the zombies."

After finishing speaking, Han Feng strode out of Yizhuang.

The mahogany sword on the back is shining with the gleam of justice!
When Uncle Jiu heard that Han Feng had taken a step first, he didn't care about arguing with Daoist Qianqiu, and hurriedly chased him out.

"Afeng! You son of a bitch! Stop!"

"Wait for me, you kid is in a hurry to reincarnate!"

Han Feng was carrying the mahogany sword, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising when he heard Uncle Jiu's shout behind him.

The horrible general's tomb appeared in Fukang County. Han Feng knew that Uncle Jiu would definitely not let him go there alone.

Too dangerous!

In case something good or bad happens, he, the only good apprentice, will be gone.

Aunt Cane chased after her, worried about the master and apprentice, and wanted to follow, but was scolded by Uncle Jiu.

"A woman from a mother-in-law's family, please go back quickly!"

"You still have to decoct medicine for Senior Brother Qianqiu. He has just been resurrected, so how can he do it without someone caring to take care of him?"

Only then did Aunt Cane turn back.

The two brothers and sisters usually quarrel and quarrel, but when it comes to critical moments, they still care about each other.

……

Uncle Jiu chased Han Feng to the town.

The master and apprentice went to find the carriage.

It is at least [-] kilometers from the town of Yizhuang to Fukang County. If you walk on foot, it is estimated that all the zombies have been killed in Yizhuang, and the two of them did not rush there.

"Oh, isn't this Uncle Jiu?"

"What? Do you want to rent a carriage again?"

"Do you want a coachman this time? Our coachmen are veterans with many years of driving experience. You can use them without worry."

The guy has a look of enthusiasm.

Before Uncle Jiu could speak.

Only a familiar voice sounded.

"No, no, no! We have our own coachman!"

As soon as Uncle Jiu turned his head, Wen Cai's wrinkled face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"What the hell are you kidding!"

Uncle Jiu scolded angrily.

"Go home!"

"In addition, tell Qiusheng that Master and Junior Brother are going to Fukang County in the next two days, and it is estimated that they will come back in three to five days."

The voice fell.

Wen Cai jumped to the front of the carriage like a monkey, grabbed the reins and shouted at the horse, "Drive!"

"Shut up!"

"Hey, master, how is it? Is my coachman okay?"

"Hurry up and get in the car, don't you still use the free driver?"

Uncle Jiu moved his mouth and raised his hand to hit this guy, but Han Feng jumped into the carriage, raised the curtain and cheered at Uncle Jiu, "Master, come up, the free manpower is not for nothing, hehe."

Uncle Jiu's face was full of anger, "Don't make trouble with me. You don't know how dangerous Fukang County is now? Wencai is like this. Wouldn't he die in vain if he went there?!"

"Don't go!"

"Come down, boy!"

Uncle Jiu rushed up and grabbed Wen Cai's hair.

"Master, just let me go, I'm almost sick these days."

"Hey, junior brother, help me quickly."

Han Feng covered his mouth and snickered, and with a palm out, he grabbed Uncle Jiu from behind and onto the carriage.

Uncle Jiu didn't even react, and found himself sitting in the carriage.

"drive!"

Wen Cai waved the rein and threw it behind the horse's buttocks.

The carriage screeched to a run.