Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

After hearing the ghost messenger's words clearly, Uncle Jiu was shocked, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

However, before he could open his mouth, Qiu Sheng, who was drunk, was dazzled when he saw the mud pills on the table.

Thinking it was a meatball, he snatched it up and ate one with lightning speed.

But before he had tasted it, he heard the ghost messenger's words, Qiu Shengjiu was strong and courageous, and immediately became furious, slapped the table and roared.

"You paper figurines, you have a big tone, 300 billion ghost notes, I have worked so hard to print them for a few months, and only 100 billion have been printed!"

"What's more, in the theater, we didn't do anything, but since you all pushed it to me, do you think Maoshan is easy to bully!"

Qiu Sheng's words made Uncle Jiu understand immediately that his apprentice really did not cause any trouble.

Even so, things became easy to handle again.

He is a fourth-grade Taoist in Maoshan, Lin Jiu is not being blackmailed by ghosts!

However, these ghost messengers dared to blackmail Uncle Jiu, and they were well prepared.

Hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Guichai immediately erupted with a powerful aura, wanting to use the cold ghostly aura of a fourth-grade ghost to teach him a lesson.

Suddenly, a whirlwind of gloomy and cold momentum was formed over Yizhuang, and it quickly blew towards Qiusheng.

"Crack!" The wind was so strong that Qiu Sheng couldn't stand still, the plate in his hand broke, and all the mud pellets fell on the ground.

"Hmph, friends are here, treat each other with courtesy. The wild dogs are here, patriarch Excalibur is waiting for you!"

At this time, Uncle Jiu, even though his body was exhausted and his mana was insufficient.

But he also quickly circulated the remaining mana in his body to completely release the powerful aura of a fourth-rank Taoist.

A cyan whirlwind instantly rose beside him, protecting Qiu Sheng in time.

And the cyan whirlwind is getting bigger and bigger, and in the small Yizhuang, it collides with the imposing whirlwind of ghosts.

With Uncle Jiu's exertion, he pushed back all the pressure of the ghost messenger.

But these ghost messengers were not to be outdone, and directly fought with Uncle Jiu.

These four ghost messengers were wounded to the foundation by Ren Mu's Yin Lei Emperor Corpse Fist, and they couldn't exert much strength.

And Uncle Jiu's situation is not very good.

Both sides are equally indifferent, for a while, the two whirlwinds collided continuously in the Yizhuang, pushing back and forth, and no one could do anything to the other.

However, Uncle Jiu's originally pale face lost its color bit by bit under the desperate use of mana, as if he was struggling before dying.

And those four ghost messengers, although their faces were snow-white, saw Uncle Jiu's situation, they all smiled a little.

In the imposing competition between the two sides, one can already tell who is stronger and who is weaker.

At this time, Uncle Jiu's eyes were fixed on the two colliding whirlwinds in the air.

He has already seen his cyan whirlwind, which has been pushed by the opponent, and the speed of rotation has slowed down a lot.

"I can't lose to this group of robbers!" Uncle Jiu roared in his heart, and was about to bite the tip of his tongue, and use the essence and blood full of vitality to suppress these ghosts.

However, with such a desperate effort, even if he wins, he will have to cultivate for several months.

"Boom!" When Uncle Nine was about to go all out, the tiles on the roof couldn't bear their imposing pressure and fell down.

It just happened to be at the weakest point in the aura competition between Uncle Jiu and Guicha, and the two colliding auras separated quickly.

Moreover, there seems to be a mysterious force on the tiles, which prevents the two whirlwinds of momentum from colliding with each other.

After a while, both sides pulled back one after another, and the two whirlwinds dissipated into the air.

"Huh!" Uncle Jiu looked at the intact tiles on the ground, panting heavily.

Seeing that the master was a little weak, Qiu Sheng picked up a cup of tea in a panic and handed it over.

At this time, Uncle Jiu's hands trembled a little, but in order to maintain his powerful majesty, he was a Taoist priest in Maoshan.

He still managed to take the tea that Qiu Sheng handed over, and after taking a few sips, he finally recovered.

The situation of these ghosts is not very good, and it can be seen that Uncle Jiu is already at the end of his battle.

The people who know you best are often your enemies.

The four ghosts have cooperated for many years, and the ghost power has long been able to operate freely.

With four enemies and one, he discovered that Uncle Jiu's toughness was just pretending, and if the stalemate continued, he would definitely lose, so he could blackmail him at will.

But these ghost messengers knew that Uncle Jiu was dying, but they didn't do anything, they just stared at the tiles on the ground.

53. Formal meeting on the roof

The ghost messengers felt that their lives were in danger from this intact tile that happened to be cracked to compete with Uncle Nine.

"is it him?"

"Two people join forces, we can't do it!"

"Since they are all from Maoshan, we have to swallow it."

"The only one who can make ghosts suffer, is that person, hurry up, or he may die here."

The four ghost messengers looked at each other, and then circulated ghost energy one after another.

Suddenly, under Uncle Jiu's gaze, the floor of the Yizhuang hall sank.

On the chair, the four figures in two black and two white also disappeared without a trace.

"Haha, Master, you are so powerful, even these ghosts can't beat you!"

Qiu Sheng didn't know that his master was almost defeated by ghost messengers.

He also ran to their positions, with a smug face, pretending to be a ghost messenger, and constantly mocking.

"Alas!" Seeing Qiusheng like that, Uncle Jiu sighed again and again.

He is also aware of his situation, but he just doesn't understand why a tile falls off the roof of Yizhuang when it is good!

This ordinary tile just happened to help him out.

Uncle Jiu raised his head, looked at the gap in the roof thoughtfully, and thought, "Could it be Mrs. Ren?"

But this idea was quickly dispelled.

Why would a zombie help him a Taoist priest?

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"Qiu Sheng!"

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you say you hated me?"

"Is there? Master, are you drunk, why did you start talking nonsense!"

When Qiu Sheng heard that Uncle Jiu revealed that he was fascinated by Dong Xiaoyu, he immediately looked at his master with bright innocent eyes.

After speaking, he tilted his head and fell to the ground, pretending to be drunk.

Uncle Jiu smiled and looked at Qiu Sheng who was pretending to be dead on the ground, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone knows that he protects the calf, and if the apprentice does something wrong, nothing will happen.

"I know I'm wrong, but I can still be saved, clean it up!"

After leaving a word for Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu got up and walked towards the house. After a day and a night, he was exhausted.

After a battle with ghosts, my body can't recover within ten days and a half.

After the sound of the door closing came from Uncle Jiu's room, Qiu Sheng slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.

"Oh, Master is so kind to me!"

After sighing with emotion, he began to tidy up the Yizhuang.

Scattered mud pellets, and some ingot candles blown down by the strong wind.

Holding a piece of intact tile in his hand, Qiusheng looked up at the roof and muttered to himself, "Should I go on the roof?"

Hearing the voice from inside the room, the expression on Ren Mu's face didn't change at all, he just said something casually.

"Boy Qiusheng, if you dare to come up, then stay with me until the sun goes down tomorrow!"

It's a pity that Qiu Sheng didn't climb onto the roof, but after putting the tiles away, he left Yizhuang directly and went back to Renjia Town.

Less than half an hour later, the sleepy Wen came out of the room next to the morgue.

Walking to the hall, I saw that a tile was missing from the roof.

He happened to be on the table again, saw the tile that Qiu Sheng had casually put down, picked it up, and walked out of the house.

"Crench!"

The sound of the bamboo ladder not only affected Ren Mu's heart, but even Uncle Jiu's heart was also affected.

One person and one froze, the thoughts at this moment were unexpectedly the same.

"This literary talent, what exactly do you want to do?"

However, Ren Mu did not leave from the roof of Yizhuang. With his current strength, he has already escaped the fate of running away when he sees anyone.

As long as the fifth-grade land master doesn't show up, no matter who you meet, you don't have to run away.

Wencai climbed up to the roof, mumbling a sentence: "It will rain tomorrow, the roof needs to be repaired!"

"Snapped!"

After finding the gap in the roof, Wencai carefully put the tiles in his hand, and there was a dull sound.

When he was about to stand up and go down, out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see Ren Mu's handsome face.

"Ren, grandpa..."

Wen Cai, who opened his mouth wide open, just yelled out a sentence, and felt his heartbeat and breathing stopped, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

Seeing Wen Cai fainted from fright, Ren Mu's mouth curled into a wicked smile.

In fact, he never thought that he would meet Uncle Jiu.

But Wencai was so frightened by him and made such a noise, as a master, Uncle Jiu would definitely come up to take a look.

Ren Mu can't just run away in despair.

So where is his great zombie face?

So, since we met, let's say hello to Uncle Jiu.

If he hadn't made the move just now, maybe this Maoshan Linjiu would have to go down and play mahjong with the ghost messengers.

"Written talent!"

An exclamation resounded through Yizhuang.

Uncle Jiu, who had just walked out of the house, heard a rolling sound from the roof, looked up, and saw Wen Cai's body slipping down.

Without any extra words, he immediately stretched out his arms.

With great difficulty, he used Maoshan push hands, accurately caught Wen Cai's falling body, and used his strength to hit him.

Uncle Jiu changed the direction of gravity carried by Wen Cai's body and pushed him onto the water tank.

"Oh!"

Amidst the loud noise, there were countless water waves.

Wen Cai was awakened by the water waves, but soon passed out again.

After Wen Cai was settled, Uncle Jiu changed into clean clothes and looked at the ladder solemnly.

At this moment, he had a strong feeling in his heart: "There is someone on the roof!"

But he hesitated.

To go up, or not to go up?

Wen Cai was not injured, but was a little frightened.

On behalf of the man on the roof, there was no intention of hurting him.

But this is Yizhuang, and they are all on Uncle Jiu's territory, so it seems a bit rude not to go up and say hello.