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

"You are bad people, but we don't interfere with this river. Today, why should we blatantly walk towards the right path of mankind?"

The ghost scholar was a little scared. This was not the first time he used this avatar. Why was there no problem before, but there is a problem this time? This is a bit suspicious.

Is it unusual that Uncle Jiu, Luo Chuan and others have relationships with the underworld?

"hehe.".

Chapter 236 Iron Chain Locking God

Luo Chuan looked at the somewhat confused ghost-faced scholar and smiled gently.

"Do you think they're nosy?"

"Isn't it?"

"When I tied the avatar before, they didn't make any noise. Why is there something now? Don't you have a special relationship?"

The ghost scholar unfolded the scroll again.

White painting.

I want to paint with a brush.

"You better give in easily. If you're calling for death or something, that'll just make you steal. Do you really think I'm in the middle of nowhere?"

hum.

"Jealous."

"Then why do you think there is a difference between ghosts? Did the old you have to go through the steps today? After all, men and women only serve the dead master, just to accumulate merit."

Hey!

Uncle Jiu was silent for a while, and the yellow talisman in his hand slowly found its way back to his pocket. Since someone wanted to die, what could he do? This is a decoration.

God's Invasion...

It is another thing to mess up the world. The world is messed up. That is people's business. But here there is death, that is their business. Fundamentally.

There are a lot of free ghosts out there who are hard to catch, but we are not just watching the dead fish come out.

This is blasphemy against them.

Just robbery.

For a long time, it has indirectly destroyed the power of the underworld. Who can stand it? They still hope that the incense will continue to exist, but if an accident happens.

That's another ending.

Haha!

The expressionless Grim Reaper suddenly spread his dark wings and gave me a scornful smile.

"Father, you are quite smart. The East is a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. We have missed our death long ago."

The laughter of Jiejie!

Diddy's wings slowly opened, the dagger at the corner of his mouth slowly grasped in his hand, and his belly opened.

Blank.

"Luochuan, it's time to go on stage. We have a contract between us, one life for another. Since the prince is interested in your life in the Forbidden City, release them as soon as possible or let me work."

Haha.

When you are really alone, to put it bluntly, you are just a nobody. Death is no different from being a zombie three times at most. In the world of hell, you are also a nobody.

Hey!

"You'd better give up. It would be strange if you didn't take me with you and instead caught yourself. ...

The chains of darkness pierced into the belly of the Grim Reaper, tearing at him as if they had taken root.

"no"

Some people's death is very depressing. How can ghosts in this world still exist? Do you think he is really a nobody?

But why does it hurt?

Since he became the God of Death, he has never been treated like this today.

Ah!

"How to say?"

Death turned around in surprise and casually slashed the chain with the dagger in his hand, sparks flew, but the chain seemed to be nothing. Not a trace at all!

"How could you do this to me?"

"hehe."

Capriciously he picked up a soul-beating stick, which he struck with it, creating a deep pit.

The chains scrambled to pull the figure of the Grim Reaper, which slowly disappeared in the ghost fog.

"Ghost-faced scholar, are you still painting?"

Haha.

The ghost scholar threw the pen and ink in his hand on the table in surprise and lowered his hands helplessly.

"why?"

"Why is this happening? I've been studying all my life. Why is it happening like this?"

When he was unconscious, the iron chain entered the body of the ghost-faced scholar and led out his soul. It was the ghost-faced scholar.

There was a huge prison word painted on the white dress.

He was pulled unsteadily into the dark fog.

"It's finally over." Luo Chuan sighed.

After all, the job of a papermaker is to refine paper for the soldiers, and the more the better. However, the scholars with ghost faces are obsessed with death. Don't they know that they are the enemies of the underworld?

Haha.

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"Teji, do you want to commit suicide or let us do it?"

Luo Chuan said in a low voice as he watched his body gradually shrink.

what.

Seemingly frightened, Taj tried to feign calm.

"Can you forgive me? I don't want to die." Taiji struggled a little panic, trying to grab Luochuan's trouser legs. He drove me out.

After all, he is just a wicked person.

"If you knew I would forgive you, you'd better hurry up and get on your way. Don't be so shy. Now you want to survive. Have you ever thought about the spirit baby in Yizhuang that was razed to the ground by your fire?"

"them…"

Taiji was angry and upset.

..... ..... ...

“After all, they are ghosts and should have disappeared from the world long ago. I could just help them, why did I force myself to come here?

Taj is in trouble.

Haha.

"Ling Ying, you were supposed to be reborn in a few days, but because of your malice, you refined Gu Mantong. Do you really think we are stupid? It's easy for us to be fooled by you."

Luo Chuan sighed.

This is the Taj Mahal. I will die without feeling that I have done anything wrong.

Being a teacher for the first time can be said to be the cruelest profession in the world. No one pinches ghosts or bullies ghosts. I am also asking for forgiveness now.

Dream it.

"What about you? How are you different from me?"

Taji looked at Luochuan and Uncle Jiu with a hint of resentment.

"no."

"Do you know why the head teacher regards equality as the basic law of balance?"

Luochuan squatted down and stared at the resentful Taj Mahal.

"Pooh"

"What kind of reciprocity? It's just a trick by the Imperial Envoy to achieve his own goal."

Hey!

Luochuan stared at the stubborn Taj Mahal somewhat helplessly.

Wantong. In his hands, it might be a tool to collect money, where is the good intention?

"Reciprocity. It's the eternal theme. I took the wrong path."

"Impossible." People.

Chapter 237: Jiugu, the Tigress

Haha!

sneer.

How many years have passed? Have you ever seen a person fly to the upper world? This is just a rumor. If fairies really exist, they would not be able to bear to see the earth sink.

Look at the guns and guns outside, look at the cowardly Qing court. It is to cede land in exchange for peace. Is this the same Central Plains?

If they even exist.

How did you get to Nanyang?

"Just because you're not here now doesn't mean you won't be here in the future. There are several antiques in Maoshan that are hundreds of years old. You only need to learn a little bit to have doubts..."

"I can't believe it. The art of bowing my head gave me the opportunity to stand on top of the world. As for longevity, I don't force it. I pursue more than just pleasure and hostility. What is the "583" about the reciprocal black magic? Is my practice just to serve these ancient human boys?"

Taiki is a little crazy.

I don't know whether I am alive or dead!

Luo Chuan sighed and didn't want to communicate with him any more. It turned out that the bowing technique was a very good spell. If used properly, it would have become the power of ghosts and gods.

At that time, getting rid of the troubles of the flesh can not only achieve the goal of eternal life.

Luochuan nodded.

He and Uncle Jiu walked slowly down the mountain. A shrill cry came from behind him.

The sound gradually fades.

Until it disappears.

"Luochuan, this is not good."

Uncle Jiu was a little hesitant, he knew how dissatisfied these ancient human models were. Although the toys in their hands could make them forget the unpleasant things temporarily.

"What's wrong with that, but evil will be punished, and evil will be punished. He should be alive, about Gu Mantong. I just want to eliminate their resentment."

Luochuan looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and it gradually disappeared into the air.

The sun is rising!

"Forget it. I hope I can manage them in the future."

"They're not going. There's no other way except to get the fan in my hand. They are ancient human children extracted from the Taj Mahal. They have nowhere to go."

Luo Chuan sighed.

It is really hard to describe Mantong's training, but it is mainly cruel.

Everything is going smooth.

Two people are arguing.

A group of ancient boys blowing bamboo helicopters walked slowly towards Luochuan hand in hand.

"Master, let's bury him."