After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"Help me!!"

Time goes forward, just when the old man was shouting.

In a dilapidated temple in Xicheng, five or six people sat around a table. A lamp was lit on the table, but the light was so small that it could not illuminate people's faces.

Then a voice was heard asking in surprise, "Master Zuo Ma, is this... is it always like this in the southern barbarian capital at night?"

"Lady Asha, there's no need to panic. Manjing has a large population, the court is incompetent, and the people are grievances. There are more zombies, so it's much noisier at night than Shengjing. This is normal."

"So that's how it is. Just be normal."

"Then let's get started, Lady Asha."

"Okay, to make a long story short, I'm inspecting Manjing on behalf of Lord Aqina. There are three important matters. First, winter arrived early this year, and preparations are insufficient. The king is planning to enter the pass and raid the grasslands. Lord Zuoma must prepare intelligence. Second, we must rebuild the Manjing Bayala Action Team. Third, we must find out the cause of death of Anbagu, Liu Cang, and Xingnu. That's also good..."

"Help me!!"

As he was speaking, the shrill cry rang out again, louder and closer.

"Uh… Master Zuoma, are you sure this is actually normal?"

"Maybe... that transformed corpse is weaker and hasn't pounced on anyone yet. Don't worry, Lady Asha, everything will be fine."

"Okay, let's continue. The deaths of Liu Cang, Xing Nu, and Anba Gu caused quite a stir in Shengjing. Lord Aqina takes it very seriously. The three of us accompanying me are part of the Bayala team stationed in Manjing. A commander and sixteen elite Bayala soldiers will be sent later."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Master Aqina. I am deeply grateful."

"I won't say any more about this for now. Let me briefly introduce you to Master Zuo Ma. This is Duo Ling, and this is..."

"..."

“Help! Help!!”

After a few more words, the cry for help came again, this time much closer, almost passing by the ruined temple.

You can even clearly hear the sound of someone running in panic, and the shrill cries make one's hair stand on end.

"Lord Zuoma, why do I feel something is wrong?" His voice was obviously lowered.

"Well... the zombies are still chasing us. It will be fine if they catch up. This place is very hidden and it will be easy to find it."

"Uh, well... okay then."

"Lady Asha, I want to discuss the operational procedures of the Bayala team."

"Well, please speak, Master Zuoma."

……

Just as Lao Bangzi had predicted, the capital city under the cover of night was destined to be extremely lively tonight.

On the other side of West City, Qin He was searching everywhere with the corpse in its shroud but couldn't find anyone.

The masked man's aura was erratic, and he was getting closer and closer to the imperial city, and the darkness under the lamp was getting worse and worse.

Moreover, Qin He heard with his quick hearing that someone seemed to be following him.

The rabbit was not found, and there was a wolf hanging behind it.

Qin He immediately climbed up a big tree and looked around.

The pitch-black night posed no obstacle to Qin He, who was as bright as day.

At this time, I saw a big monk in front, a flying fish official with four copper coins hanging on his chest behind him, and a large group of people following behind him, full of murderous intent.

It turned out to be that little bastard Wei Wu. He was not at work so late at night and I don’t know what he was doing wandering around.

Looking at the routes taken by the two groups of people, it was clearly the same place he had walked.

No matter how stupid Qin He was, he could understand that these two gangs were tracking him.

Qin He couldn't help but murmur that the big monk was acting strangely and might be tracking him because of the shroud corpse in his arms.

But what is Wei Wu doing?

Tracking patrolmen is the job of the Feiyuwei arrest team. Why are you, a stinky corpse burner, getting involved?

Qin He was puzzled. After thinking about it, he decided that no matter what the reason was, it was definitely not a good thing to have a bunch of people hanging around behind him. He had to find something for them to do.

After pondering for a moment, a plan came to mind.

He slid down the tree, turned a corner and came behind the big monk. He whistled and grinned, "Hey, big monk, do you recognize me?"

The big monk was just tasting it with his tongue, and when he heard the sound, he turned around suddenly.

Wow, Qin He was scared. The creature was as long as a dog. If he hadn't known this monk, he would have thought he had seen a demon in the middle of the night.

The big monk retracted his tongue with a "swish" sound and locked his eyes with the person who was speaking. He saw that half of the person's body was hidden in the darkness and was almost invisible, but he could see his face clearly.

After taking a look, he glared at him and pointed at him, "You, you, you... aren't you the wild immortal riding a bull in the portrait in Xianyun Temple?"

"That's right, I was the one who hit you while riding a bull. Come chase me, hahaha~" Qin He hooked his finger at him, turned around and ran.

The big monk was so angry that he stopped chasing after the corpse in the shroud. "Ami, you are a Buddha in your family. You are such a monster riding a cow and causing trouble. You dare to be so arrogant? I swear to have a good talk with you. Don't run away!"

The way it ran wildly looked like a meatball that had become a spirit.

The big monk ran very fast, but he still couldn't catch up with Qin He and even lost him.

Just as he was about to look for him, "that man" came back from the front with a mace on his shoulder and a group of people holding various weapons.

When both sides saw each other, they were stunned.

The big monk didn't expect that the other side had reinforcements, and quite a few of them.

As for Wei Wu, he didn't expect that the monk would come back. He had just lost him and was looking for him.

The two sides had never met, let alone had any grudges against each other, but they were extremely jealous of each other. They pointed at each other at the same time and shouted in unison: "Great Immortal Qingniu!"

After saying that, the two were stunned again.

Is there anyone who introduces himself like this?

So arrogant!

"Brothers, we've caught the real culprit, kill him!"

Wei Wu roared and rushed towards the monk, brandishing his mace.

"Ami, you are a jerk. You bumped into a poor monk and yet you still dare to bully the minority. You are shameless!"

The big monk was not a vegetarian either. He pinched his fingers together and chanted something, then shouted loudly: "Xuanguang Golden Bell, protect my Dharma body, Mani Padme Hum, Golden Bell Cover!"

Then a bell-shaped golden light shield descended from the sky, covering his entire body. The golden light protected his body, and he looked majestic and solemn.

Summoning the Golden Bell, the big monk also rushed towards Wei Wu and his group.

Ding-ling-clang, ding-ling-clang, it was so lively.

The big monk fights against the crowd alone!

Qin He was so overwhelmed by the sight from his high place that he stopped chasing after the masked man. He put down the corpse in its shroud and took out a handful of melon seeds from his armpits.

Nothing else, I just love watching plays.

The little bastard Wei Wu wielded the mace quite fiercely, with at least fifteen years of internal energy. He hit the monk's golden bell with one blow of the mace, and the golden bell began to flicker non-stop.

The monk didn't know where he had learned some dirty tricks. He put away the demon-subduing pestle and used his big hands to lock the throat, pull the hair, knock the eyes, and kick the crotch. Qin He exclaimed that he was awesome.

In general, the big monk has the advantage. There's no other way around it; his Golden Bell Cover is too powerful.

They were invulnerable to swords and spears, and could not be soaked by water or fire. Although Wei Wu had more people on his side, they could not break through the defense and could only passively take the beating. After a few hits, several of them fell to the ground, holding their crotches and rolling on the ground.

Qin He saw that it was not going to work. If this continued, Wei Wu could only hold out for the time of an incense stick at most.

After thinking about it, he started using the Qi-gazing technique.

With a quick glance, he was surprised to find that the monk's golden bell cover was broken. The cover was too small and his body was too fat, so his butt was exposed.

Then he shouted, "Poke the monk's butt!"