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

"Our village really suppresses people, as many Taoist priests come and die as many."

"Look, his eyelids seem to be still moving. He shouldn't be dead."

Uncle Jiu squeezed in from the crowd.

"Afeng!"

Seeing Han Feng lying on the ground, Uncle Jiu's heart was broken.

Helping him to sit up, he patted Han Feng's cheek with his palm, "Wake up, Afeng, I'm the master!"

"Afeng! Don't scare Master!"

Uncle Jiu was completely anxious. In his impression, Han Feng was the strongest. Sometimes when he was in doubt, he couldn't help but want to rely on his apprentice.

"You can't fall down, Afeng, what do you ask Master to do?"

Uncle Jiu's eyes were red.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai hurried over.

Wen Cai was still a little weak, and was scolded by Qiu Sheng when he went out, but he was really worried about his junior brother A Feng, so he insisted on coming with him.

Walked over while coughing.

Looking at Han Feng's face, he stared at it for a while.

The two of them followed Uncle Jiu to call out the sleeping Han Feng.

But Han Feng just didn't respond.

"Master, Ah Feng won't really...so what?"

Wen Cai's eyes are full of sadness.

They couldn't believe it, and they didn't want to believe it.

"Master, you talk! You feel Afeng's pulse, and you use your magic power! You can't just do nothing!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu supporting Han Feng motionless, his face was full of helplessness.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai completely lost their backbone.

Uncle Jiu suppressed the sadness in his heart, "Come on, let's take Afeng back."

Under the watchful eyes of the villagers, the master and apprentice walked towards the old woman's house.

"Oh, what a pity."

"At a young age, it seems to be about the same as my grandson."

"That person seems to be his master. He will be his master for a day and his father for the rest of his life. As a master, he should not feel sorry for him to death."

"Anyway, they encountered accidents because of the affairs of our village. As long as we have a conscience, we can't just sit idly by!"

"But have you forgotten? When the black-faced Taoist priest helped us eliminate the demons, this kid came forward to obstruct us."

"Hmph, get rid of the demon? Except? If the demon has really been eliminated, why is the village still so peaceful?"

"But we can't protect ourselves, can we still take care of others?"

"I don't care what your attitude is. I'll go home and cook eggs and chicken soup, and send them there!"

"I am coming too!"

People's hearts are fleshy, and these villagers are not hard-hearted people.

Seeing that something happened to Han Feng, everyone couldn't bear it.

……

Uncle Jiu took Han Feng back to the old woman's home.

The old woman called hot water, brought clean towels, and took out a new quilt for Han Feng to use.

Han Feng lay motionless on the bed, barely breathing. If he hadn't leaned close to listen carefully, he wouldn't have heard his faint breathing at all.

The state of the whole person is like a living dead.

Wen Cai lay on the side of the bed, leaned sideways and touched Han Feng's cheek, and said weakly, "Junior Brother, you can't be in trouble, what should we do if something happens to you?"

"Master is getting old, and you still have two senior brothers who are incompetent. You should help take care of this big stall. Are you right?"

Qiu Sheng and Uncle Jiu looked at each other, wanted to say something but choked back abruptly.

This statement sounds fine at first glance, but it doesn't stand up to careful consideration.

I don't know if Han Feng would be too frightened to wake up if he heard what Wen Cai said just now.

Qiusheng twisted the towel and wiped Han Feng's body.

After a while, everyone stopped talking and the atmosphere became heavy.

For a long time, whenever something happened in the family, Han Feng usually offered advice and help to solve it. Before he knew it, Han Feng had become the pillar of the family.

Now that Han Feng had fallen, only Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng Wencai were left. Only then did the three truly feel that Han Feng played such an important role in their lives.

They couldn't imagine how they would survive without Han Feng in the future.

Of course, they don't care about that at all now, they just feel sorry for Han Feng who is lying on the bed.

"Since junior brother entered our big family, this is the first time seeing him look like this..."

While wringing out the towel, Qiu Sheng said sadly, tears slipped from his cheeks and hit the basin.

Not wanting to be seen, he hastily turned his face away.

His back was facing Uncle Jiu and Wencai.

They sat around together, not saying a word.

At this time, the black face was still working.

In front of the sacrificial altar, he frantically shook the golden bell, cast mana, and stimulated a strong evil spirit.

Taoist origin, also because of the different sects, the skills of practice are very different.

The technique of this black-faced practice is a bit darker.

In terms of cultivation, it is more perverted than other sects.

Sometimes it hurts one's own body in order to achieve the purpose of rapid cultivation.

After motivating for a long time, he couldn't summon the black demon, and the black face gradually lost his patience.

After contemplating for a moment, the old fellow walked up to Hei Feng and said expressionlessly, "Feng'er, I know you will definitely help me, right?"

Heifeng nodded dully.

Hei Mian grabbed Hei Feng's hand and slashed at his fingertips with a sharp dagger, and Hei Feng's slender nails instantly fell off.

After getting Heifeng's nails, Heimian wrapped the nails with a spell and set them on fire.

After it was burnt to a pile of ashes, Heimian turned around and grabbed Heifeng's hand, put it to his mouth, bit his finger cruelly, blood flowed immediately.

Heifeng's eyes were full of tears, but he was still holding on.

Black blood fell on the pile of ashes.

This perverted method comes from the Montenegro sect.

Hei Mian took out the long sword, touched the tip of the sword on the blood-stained ashes, tapped his finger lightly, and in an instant, the flames shot up into the sky.

That mass of ashes once again revived, burning out a raging fire.

"out!"

On the long sword, a black blood-like light cut the void into a line of nothingness.

That shocking trace seemed to tear the space into two halves.

In the middle of the gap, billows of black magic energy gushed out.

Heimian wept with joy, "Did you succeed? Black Demon? Where are you, Dark Demon! Come out! Come out for me!"

As long as the black devil is successfully summoned, it is not far from being invincible.

The black devil energy billowed out, and after this scene lasted for 10 minutes, the devil energy gradually decayed.

Heimian just got excited, but was disappointed again.

"Damn! Damn, damn!"

The black-faced Taoist priest gradually became mad, and pushed the sacrificial altar to the ground, and even knocked his apprentice Heifeng against the wall.

Heifeng hugged her stomach, unable to cry out because of the pain.

Unwilling, Heimian grabbed Heifeng again, looked at Heifeng's bald nails, and turned his target to Heifeng's hair.

This time, Heifeng's black hair was cut off, wrapped tightly with a talisman, and burned to ashes with fire.

The black-faced Taoist priest repeated the action just now.

As a result, it didn't have the effect just now.

But he didn't know that the root cause of this was because what he was consuming was the bit of magic energy on Heifeng's body.

Once the magic energy is exhausted, it will be difficult to restore the rolling magic energy.

Not to mention summoning the Dark Demon.

Strangely, the call from Hei Mian's side just now caused Han Feng who was lying on the bed to react.

Han Feng, who was motionless, suddenly opened his eyes. Those deep pupils were staring straight ahead, as if they wanted to penetrate the whole world.

Wen Cai has been lying beside Han Feng, and when he looked up, he met Han Feng's eyes and screamed loudly in fright.

Uncle Jiu rushed in from the outside when he heard the sound, "What's wrong?!"

"Master, junior brother, he just woke up!"

Uncle Jiu was overjoyed, "It's a good thing to wake up, what's your name!"