Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

not for long.

Luochuan was a little tired. Ghosts were very light and could change positions at will, but they didn't have that ability. Looking at the pan in the room, it gradually boiled.

Luo Chuan entered the room.

"Luochuan, what are you doing?"

Uncle Jiu was anxious. He felt that since Luochuan was here for vacation, there was no point in helping him.

"Go to that house. Once the two ghosts in the box explode, they can be used to deal with this photo album." Luochuan didn't want to attack her anymore.

Consistent service, this road, he can be said to be a good hand. Either don't shoot, or extinction, there is a good man.

He had seen the dark side, and ghosts could not pass through the ghost gate alive.

So, he has no important ghost in the underworld supported by his hand.

There will also be retribution for killing ghosts without reason.

Even if ghosts harm people, they are managed by the underworld. What does it have to do with people? The point is that hell is as rotten as anything.

Just like the Qing Dynasty.

It's a mess.

There are no extra ghost catchers to catch ghosts from the dead.

"Father, you have courage."

The female bandit flew towards Luochuan with resentment.

Luochuan picked up the green gourd and smiled grimly.

"What about you?"

Luo Chuan walked into the room, he seemed to have never heard of this matter.

Uncle Jiu pointed his spear at the back of the bandits.

Luochuan suddenly turned around.

The urine in the gourd splashed directly on her face.

Visible corrosion.

The appearance of the beautiful female bandit instantly turned the place into a beehive, with a lot of bubbles coming out.

Ah!

The female bandit covered her face in fear.

After being stabbed directly in the heart by Uncle Jiu, the ghost disappeared instantly.

Haha!

“I know you are not honest, and I am very anxious. Otherwise, how could you give me such a big chance?”

Being a ghost is also romantic.

This is your fault.

The uncle sighed.

"it is finally over."

"There's none?"

Pointing to the room, Mao took the black casserole in his hand and threw it into the boiling oil pan.

In the snow.

A white figure emerged from the oil sump.

A piece of white, it turned out to be minced meat.

It looked a bit nauseating.

"'Brother, how much do you know about ghost explosion?"

"I don't know, but it's true that ghosts turn into ash. Only by pouring this pot of oil into an empty place can we completely destroy them."

Uncle Jiu frowned and threw the spear to Luochuan.

"No, leave it to me. I will be very cautious when traveling here. I will not go down the mountain easily without being fully prepared."

Ah!

The drunk uncle was silent for a while.

"You are too cautious."

When you go out, just like traveling, you can send out anything. I thought you were Dora A's dream lover.

"forgive me."

Luo Chuannan smiled.

Complete preparation is the foundation of his life. If he (Li Qian) is like Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, he would be living on the streets now.

At least, Mingshan likes Mao.

There are two ghosts tied around.

Finally, the skill of protecting life has been increased a little.

Mao Mingshan, to be honest, Dabao and Bao Xiao brought all the misfortunes, but they were also life-saving straws.

At critical moments, you can stand up.

This time, with Xu Bu Si, there is no sadness in the movie, but without him, will it be sad again?

Someone has to die.

"Who is it? I'll kill you with all this noise."

Qin Shi Huang, who was dozing off, stood up instantly. His face was pale, his teeth were sharp, his fingers had long black nails, and he looked a little ferocious.

Ah!

Luo Chuan took a step back in fear. What is this? .

Chapter 230: A mouthful of spit, eat or not

What are you doing

Are you role playing?

There are no audiences applauding you, and no stage for sex.

"Luochuan, what happened down there?" Uncle Jiu was a little nervous when he heard the voice and shook Luochuan.

"Go."

Luochuan quickly took Uncle Jiu out.

"what happened?"

"The First Emperor was a schizophrenic. When his face was warm, he was a monarch, like a gentleman. He looked down upon the vicissitudes of life.

But, while he sleeps, he is emperor forever.

He has been trapped in his so-called dream of the Immortal Qin and refused to extricate himself. He is creating a dream for himself, and his dream is to be the eternal emperor.

Uncle Jiu looked back in surprise.

The cry of a wild beast.

Roaring mountains and rivers.

The originally powerful mountains, rivers and lakes suddenly became boiling mercury.

The look of being immersed in a mountain of gold.

"poisonous."

Mercury is highly toxic and emits a weak poisonous gas instantly.

Luochuan and his ninth uncle came out of the pool.

The stage was ready, but there was no singer.

"Justin, where are you?"

Luo Chuan looked at Ren Ting with a little surprise. This was also his way out. If Qin Shi Huang was really crazy, then let him go back to the pre-Qin era.

Remind him of the past.

Yes, please let him go.

“Changsheng, when the people in the town heard that the people came from their home, they immediately shook their heads and dared not set foot here.”

Justin lowered his head, not daring to look at Luochuan.

Hey!

"Forget it. In any family where something like this happens, there is no one who is not afraid of death. They just want to make some pocket money, not desperadoes who want money but not death."

Republic of China.

Opera singers were also part of the lower nine classes of people, but many very wealthy and desperate people would send their children to opera troupes.

It's like selling it.

The troupe gives money to others or signs a contract to sell their bodies.

Think of the celebrities of the Republic of China.

They're all corners.

There are so many high-ranking officials who are waving their money, hoping to get a role on stage to sing a few lines.

Of course, there are those who can give way, but there are also those who have not reduced themselves to being street beggars, making a living by begging.

"It's ok."

Uncle hurried to the box.

"Xu Bu Si, you are..."

"Yes, a palace play. It makes the First Emperor fall into memories. I have seen him as gentle and considerate as a gentleman."

That rascal...

I really see the vicissitudes of everything.

But now he looked different.

Just a green-faced zombie.

Hey.

"what about me?"

"Then let's play Yu Ji. The protagonist is sad and beautiful. Now that he is out, apart from the wine, the beauty makes him late and the hero angry.".

Ok.

Justin hesitated.

Soon, Luochuan's clone was blasted out of the water by Qin Shihuang.

Even with green fangs, a thousand-year-old zombie can't win. "You're kind of useless."

The zombies stared at Luochuan blankly.

Am I not you?

You also want to say,

I have no dignity as a human shield.

"Ha ha"

Everyone laughed, and saw that Qin Shi Huang was holding a sword on his waist, and the jade pendant he was wearing was not messy at all. It seemed that he was not affected by the electric current at all.

"Jiangshan, beautiful women, I want them all."

"Here, give me some wine."