Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

At this moment, Qiu Sheng and Jia Le rushed out of the room at the same time, each holding the commonly used corpse disposal equipment in their hands.

"Master!"

Lin Jiu suddenly thought of Wencai's unshakable sleeping posture, so he took the cloth bag and waved to Qiu Sheng, "Don't go. Keep an eye on your junior brother. His injury hasn't healed yet."

Simu curled his lips and waved at Jiale, "You stay at home and look after the house."

That zombie was no longer something his apprentice could handle.

Lin Jiu turned to look at Jingzhi, with some worry in his eyes: "Don't..."

Jingzhi: "No! I'm worried about you!"

Seeing his brows furrowed tightly, Jingzhi quickly said, "I can run very fast. If he tries to chase me, I'll just kite him!"

Well, this is when my stubborn temper comes into play.

Lin Jiu had no choice but to nod and handed the cloth bag to her. The three of them quickly ran towards the tent.

On the way, the three met Master Ikkyu who came to check on the situation.

Simu was running and even able to argue with him at the same time.

However, he was the one sided one in the argument, and Ikkyu just smiled slightly, using a little effort to avoid his sarcasm.

Before reaching the tent, everyone saw several people lying not far away.

Lin Jiu's heart skipped a beat and he quickly went forward to check.

The good news is that it’s not my junior brothers.

The bad news is that the three accompanying guards, Ada, Aer and San, have all been bitten to death by zombies.

Lin Jiu: Where is his junior fellow apprentice?

He was filled with anxiety, searching everywhere, but he quickly told Jingzhi:

"Jingzhi, hurry up, set fire to the corpse. The more powerful the zombie, the faster the poison will spread!"

Jingzhi's attention was now attracted by the tent in the middle, where a small figure was gradually being lifted up on the tent wall and was kicking its legs.

"Ajiu, hurry!"

After hearing the shout, Lin Jiu quickly turned around to look.

In an instant, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the blink of an eye, the bronze sword in his hand flew out like lightning and rushed straight towards the fang-baring shadow hidden in the tent.

All I heard was a loud "clang", as if it was the crisp sound of metal hitting each other.

However, this attack did not achieve the expected effect, but instead made Lin Jiu and his group's mood plummet to the bottom.

"It's over! Could it be... that he has turned into a golden armored corpse?!"

This terrible thought flashed through Simu's mind.

Without giving it any time to think, Lin Jiu and the other two rushed into the tent without hesitation and started fighting with the zombie.

Jingzhi originally wanted to squat down and burn the corpse, but at this moment, bursts of creepy roars suddenly came from the tent, mixed with the screams of Lin Jiu and Simu.

"Junior brother, go out first!" Lin Jiu shouted loudly.

"Help them both out quickly!" Simu shouted.

Upon hearing this, Jingzhi quickly raised his head and saw that the Taoist robe on Taoist Qianhe had been torn to pieces, and his sleeves were stained with blood.

At this time, he was being supported by two apprentices and stumbled out of the tent.

Another disciple ran over, holding the young prince, whose face was as pale as paper and looked like he was about to faint, and followed by the panicked Minister Wu.

Jingzhi had to give up the idea of ​​burning the corpse and went forward first, "Junior brother, were you bitten?"

Qianhe's mind, which was gradually becoming confused and numb, was startled by her calling him "Junior Brother".

He struggled to break free from the support of his two apprentices, raised the half-blackened peach wood sword in his hand, pointed the blade inward, and pushed hard towards his chest!

"Master!!"

At this moment, Jingzhi quickly knocked the peach wood sword out of his hand, and while he was stunned, he carried him on his back.

"What's there to be upset about? As long as you're not dead, there's still hope!"

Although she said this, she was actually very panicked.

After all, she didn't know how powerful the zombie was.

However, Jingzhi knew that he could not lose his composure at this moment, so he suppressed his inner uneasiness and ran towards Simu's house as fast as the wind.

The three young men behind her had been injured in the fight, but at least they were not bitten or caught by the zombies.

Seeing that their master's life was hanging by a thread, they ignored their own injuries and followed closely with gritted teeth.

......

"Qiu Sheng! Qiu Sheng! Hurry and bring two doses of Wencai's medicine!"

Qiu Sheng and Jia Le, who were pacing anxiously at the door, suddenly heard Jingzhi's urgent call and thought that their master was unfortunately injured.

The two did not dare to delay for even a moment and hurriedly turned around and rushed into their respective rooms to get the medicine.

Jingzhi had no time to explain the details to them at this time. He just carried Qianhe on his back and rushed into the living room on the first floor.

After the two disciples carefully helped Qianhe sit on the chair, Jingzhi skillfully tore open Qianhe's Taoist robe sleeves.

There were several holes on his arms.

The flesh around the wounds had turned a terrifying black.

It has only been a few minutes since the lightning struck.

But what was surprising was that his wound was developing at an unimaginable speed.

Jingzhi's heart tightened involuntarily. She hurriedly reached into the cloth bag behind her, fumbled for a few times, and took out a handful of white glutinous rice.

"Hold on! It will hurt a little!" Before she finished speaking, she pinched glutinous rice and pressed it against the wound without hesitation.

"Sigh~"

The wound that touched the glutinous rice suddenly emitted a hissing sound and wisps of light smoke.

Qianhe couldn't help but groan, beads of cold sweat slid down her forehead, and her teeth were clenched tightly.

Seeing his disciples panicking and at a loss, Jingzhi quickly turned around and shouted:

"You guys, help the little prince heal his wounds!"

As she spoke, she threw out a bag of glutinous rice and placed it on the ground for them to use.

Qiu Sheng came out with medicine at this time. Seeing that Chizuru and the child were injured, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows were tightly frowned again.

"Qiu Sheng, you take care of the wound. I'll go boil some water. Hurry! Ah Jiu said the zombie's poison was really strong! I just checked, and the flesh is all hard."

Seeing that she was so busy that her footsteps almost became shadows, Qiu Sheng nodded hurriedly.

Jiale also came out at this time. He picked up the snake that his master usually prepared and sprinkled it into the two bathtubs.

……

After both of them were soaking in the bathtub filled with glutinous rice water, Qiu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Lin Jiu and the other two, each holding a magic weapon, approaching cautiously from outside the yard.

Qiu Sheng looked at his master, who was in a state of alert, and couldn't help swallowing. "What, what happened?"

As soon as he said this, Lin Jiu put his index finger in front of his mouth. He didn't say anything, but just made a mouth shape:

【coming. 】

What's coming?

Zombies?

Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. He half-hunched over, like a frightened bird, turning his head to look around.

House seemingly endless rain.

At this moment, Qianhe and the little prince couldn't even sit still, and kept sliding down. Both of their faces turned an ominous gray-green.

Lin Jiuhe and Simu looked intently and closed their eyes, feeling a pain in their hearts.

Could it be that I had just met Junior Brother Qianhe and hadn’t even had time to have a meal, and now I am going to be separated from him forever?

Two of Qianhe's three disciples held his arms in place, while one pulled the little prince's arm from behind to help him sit down.

The eyes of the three young men gradually turned red and their mouths were tightly pursed.

Their youngest junior brother, Xiaobei, had been crushed to death by the prince's coffin. If even their master died, what would happen to the three of them?

At this moment, the wooden floor of Simu's house suddenly bulged upwards, as if someone was jumping up and down underneath.

Lin Jiu put aside his worries for the moment and followed the strange movement.

Just as he was about to catch up with the young prince in front of his bathtub, Lin Jiu took a step forward, drew out his peach wood sword and stabbed it down fiercely.

The jumping movement suddenly stopped.

Everyone froze in place. Even Jingzhi, who had always chosen to play tough and not hold her breath when encountering zombies, now quietly pinched her nose, then supported herself on the chair with both hands and gently retracted her feet into the seat.

However, what are you afraid of?

The deadly noise was approaching Jingzhi with a thud.

Jingzhi's hair stood on end, and he kicked his feet in fear, jumping straight onto the beam of the house.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng had an idea and muttered something with his mouth pointing downwards.

The convex and concave movement stopped at Jingzhi's feet and completely disappeared.

Jingzhi didn't understand, but Lin Jiu, who had already learned the zombie language, had a very dark look on his face.

Simu almost laughed out loud at an inappropriate time, but when he turned around and saw the miserable state of his junior brother, he forced himself to suppress the smile.

At this moment, a scream broke through the sky.

The sound was very close.

Ikkiu was horrified: "It's Jingjing!"

Lin Jiuhe and the other looked at each other and said, "Chase!"

The three of them ran towards the door almost at the same time.

Lin Jiu was even faster and was almost at the house next door. Simu and Ikkyu were still crowded at the door, cursing.

"Why are you squeezing me? You're going to break the door!"

"Fellow Daoist, I don't want to argue with you right now. I want to go save Jingjing!"

"Oh, I'm on my way there!"

Suddenly, Lin Jiu's furious roar came from next door, "Simu! Come over and help!"

……

Jingzhi had no time to take care of them. She looked at the two people in front of her who were about to turn into zombies, and was worried.

Qiu Sheng had lost his usual playful energy, and his face was full of anxiety. He went back to the room to check on Wencai, and found that he was still sleeping like a dead pig. He couldn't help but hold his forehead and sigh.

After gently closing the door for him, he came to the beam, looked up at Jingzhi and asked:

"What should we do, Sister Jingzhi? Uncle Master won't die just like that, right?"

Jingzhi jumped down from the beam and felt the pulse on their necks.

"Oh no, it's getting slower and slower." Her eyebrows suddenly wrinkled into two caterpillars.

Their body temperatures were getting lower and lower, and it was estimated that they would be dead in less than a quarter of an hour.

Never mind, let's give it a try.

"Qiu Sheng, Jia Le, bring some more hot water!"

As she spoke, she took out a small knife from her bag and began to bleed Qianhe's arm, which had almost turned into a hard lump of flesh.

She felt a little reluctant, so the first cut was too shallow.

After scratching it, it felt like scratching a piece of hard, scalded pig skin, and it was a little difficult to scratch.

Qianhe's arms had already lost feeling, so she let her prick them.

He half-opened his eyes and looked at his two disciples kneeling on either side of the tub, nearly ready to cry. He pulled the corners of his mouth weakly, turned back, and said to Jingzhi with a weak breath:

"Deeper strokes, I can handle it."

After saying this, he slowly turned around and instructed his senior disciple behind him:

"Xiaodong, do as your sister-in-law does and take good care of the little prince."