"Qiu Sheng, you said Commander Gu said he would go to find a helper, why didn't he come back?"

With a pot cover, he was as stupid as a three-year-old man. If he had only his face, he would not be able to tell that he was under twenty years old.

The person he called Qiu Sheng looked over and said, "You are indeed a fool," and then patted the senior brother on the shoulder helplessly.

"Sir Gu ran away depending on the situation is wrong. Brother Wencai, do you really think he is going to find a helper?"

He said softly in anger, impatient but more helpless.

"Have you forgotten again that there are still several Taoist priests in the south who can compare to our masters? Which one can Commander Gu find?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in gray who was not tall but had an upright and full of integrity came over.

"Qiu Sheng, how many times have I talked to you? Don't talk behind your back!"

It was obviously not very tall, but when Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai saw him, they seemed to have encountered natural enemies. They both hurriedly stood up straight and lowered their heads to listen to the training.

God knows how many times he has been taught a lesson to have such smooth subconscious movements.

The man who wanted to say something could only sigh at their misfortune of accepting disciples, waved his hand and asked the two apprentices who were sitting at the door to check whether the formations and mechanisms hidden in various parts of the Ren Mansion were safe.

They won't be bored to talk about right and wrong here.

However, it is not difficult to see that he is quite proud of Qiu Sheng's praising behind his back.

‘It’s just these two people, one is crazy and the other is stupid. If they weren’t for the fate of five disadvantages and three defects, I wouldn’t let them enter the door. I don’t know what percentage of their skills they can inherit in a hundred years...’

Shaking his head and sighed. Since he entered Mao Xiaofang to study authentic art, he has always taken the responsibility of eliminating demons and defending the Tao. He dared not say that everything he did was a good deed, but he almost felt guilty.

However, these two apprentices will only be able to rely on the opportunity given by God in the future.

"This is the general situation, I'm just sighing... "

With a sigh, Mao Xiaofang looked at a hazy land in the horizon.

Where is the battlefield that really determines the future of this country. How can he do some craftsmanship work in the back of this? How can he help the general trend?

‘The northern zombie king Xuan Kui led the ghost soldiers in the underworld in the old dynasty to rebel against the sky, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky disappeared for three hundred years. If it weren’t for the fact that the true lords of Longhu Mountain, Longmen, Wudang, and Maoshan devoted their efforts to assist the Northern Expedition Army, I was afraid that the entire world would be a ghost domain, and even the ancestors of Sanmao would have disappeared...’

‘There are also rumors of demons moving in Shangri-La, Tibet. The Tibetan Master’s lineage went to suppress it. Now there is no news. It is really a sign of the last disaster...!’

Thinking of the current situation, even Mao Xiaofang, who was already a real person at the level of Yin God’s out-of-body level, could only feel powerless.

Even in the chaos in the north, Yin Shen Zhenren is an extraordinary master and is a true first-class pillar, but it does not have the power to win over the sky.

The final result of the battle depends on the decisive battle between the True Lords, the Ghost Kings of the Old Dynasty, and Xuan Kui.

That's why Mao Xiao chose to temporarily turn to the south to bring more peace to the already chaotic world, at least not let those ghosts and monsters ragtag rage the world!

He went south and finally stopped in Wen County. After staying for several years, Mao Xiaofang also gave the nickname "Zombie Taoist Priest".

After all, the evil spirits that were most likely to appear in troubled times were zombies.

It is his smallest and smallest wish to protect the peace and peace of the people!

Who can see that Taoist Master Mao Xiaofang, who is known for his daily life, has such a confused moment.

"Uncle Jiu."

The woman who walked out of the house and was holding a cup and teapot to deliver water to Mao Xiaofang looked at the Taoist priest who was particularly sad and called softly.

"Oh, it's Miss Ren!"

Mao Xiaofang bowed and bowed.

"I'm so rude."

I know that the person in front of me is my only life-saving straw, even the young lady who has returned from studying abroad will not have any airs.

"Where is it? Uncle Jiu, you should drink it when you are thirsty, but... my grandfather is really..."

There was still a trace of pity and kindness in her eyes.

"If a person dies, he will lose his breath. If a zombie doesn't die, he will breathe a little more. It may be resentment or resentment. No matter which breath, he will definitely focus on the blood relatives at the beginning. Only in this way can they quickly activate their bodies through the blood relatives' blood and generate extreme resentment."

Having seen too many such relatives, Mao Xiaofang sighed in his heart and explained slowly.

"Once you become a zombie, you will be unsuccessful..."

After a forced smile, Miss Ren had an indescribable bitter taste on her face.

"Then you will handle everything, Uncle Jiu!"

After staying abroad for many years, I thought I was receiving a new type of education, and the so-called gods and ghosts were just rumors. However, after being bitten to death by my grandfather, my father, who was resurrected from the dead, completely disrupted her worldview.

This strange and terrifying world was also revealed to Miss Ren.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have come back.’

This thought flashed through my mind, and Miss Ren turned around and walked towards her mansion.

There are various formations and talismans that Uncle Jiu took advantage of the three o'clock in the sun, which can at least give her a sense of security.

"Why..."

Shaking his head, Mao Xiaofang looked at Miss Ren who left. He was knowledgeable and did not see Miss Ren's intention to leave?

Only two stupid disciples of his own will work hard to show their gratitude, and they don’t know that they already had their own ideas.

It was approaching afternoon, and the sun would take a while before it would fall. The Yin God had already come out to check all the matters again, but no loopholes were found. Mao Xiaofang then sat in front of the gate, picked up the already cold teapot, and poured out the first cup of tea for himself.

The slight footsteps sounded, immediately causing the Taoist priest Maoshan to show a vigilant look.

A young man in a feathered dress appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

He frowned and could not see any origin of the young man, and there was no trace of magic power flowing around him.

“I don’t know…”

Before he finished speaking, a very interesting voice had already sounded.

"You are Mao Xiaofang, the 'zombie Taoist Priest'? It's so famous for a long time!"

The thrilling eyes fell on Mao Xiaofang's face, and the visitor couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

‘It turns out that movie and television star who died prematurely!’

Although he noticed that the eyes of the visitor were different, he did not feel any malice, and Mao Xiaofang felt a little relieved.

“Exceeded…”

The visitor did not move, but looked at the sunset that was gradually getting darker.

"Wow, it's already dusk..."

Before I could hear it, I could not realize what the dusk meant, but suddenly Mao Xiaofang realized something.

Before I could even worry about the origin of the person in front of me, I turned around and walked into the gate.

‘A hundred ghosts walk at night, and the time of demons!’

This is about dusk!

A series of crisp sounds of bells came, followed by screams and monsters’ roars!

"Ao!!!"
Chapter completed!