The Thousand-Year-Old Zombie King? Or to be more precise, call it a three-thousand-year-old zombie. Just thinking of this, Yin Xiu couldn't help but feel her eyebrows jump, and a bad premonition came to her heart. What's more, right now, the zombie is no longer a name, but a real existence, right behind that wall. Listening to the sound that was heavier than the last, everyone's faces had a layer of gloom. Yin Xiu suddenly reached out quietly and poked Ma Xiaoyu's waist. "What are you doing?" Ma Xiaoyu turned around and stared at him. "I wanted to ask, didn't you say that you are an expert in dealing with zombies?" "The expert among experts." Ma Xiaoyu is quite confident in this point. "Okay, then let me ask the experts among experts, how should we deal with the Ten Thousand Years Zombie King?" Yin Xiu asked.
"Actually, it's not ten thousand years, it's three thousand years of zombies." Although Yin Xiu's statement was corrected, this did not make Ma Xiaoyu feel relaxed. She whispered: "To deal with such a zombie, the me before and the me now would have two approaches." "How do you say it?" Yin Xiu was very curious. "If it had been before, I would have fought tooth and nail and sacrificed my life to prove the truth. Even if it cost me my life, I would have to put this zombie to death. Not to mention killing it, I should also seal it." She said seriously. "Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time?" Yoon Soo covers her lips with her fingers. Ma Xiaoyu took his hand away in disgust and wiped her mouth, "It was already in the past." "what about now?" "Now..." Ma Xiaoyu rolled up her sleeves and said, "Run away!" "Run away?" Hai Dongqing heard from the side and his eyes widened, "Isn't it right? The Ma family's Celestial Master is also helpless against that zombie?" "Would you like to be louder so that the zombie outside can hear you?" Ma Xiaoyu rolled her eyes and said, "My aunt gave her the nickname Zombie Taoist Priest. She has taken away not one thousand but eight hundred zombies in her life. But in such cases, the one that she always remembers the most is a four-hundred-year-old zombie." Zombies. In order to destroy it, all my aunt's brothers and sisters died. If this is a three-thousand-year-old zombie, how can we deal with it? " Hearing this, Liu Banxian put away the ink brush and Feng Shui ruler he had taken out of his pocket, then took off his shoes and looked through them carefully. "What are you doing?" Yin Xiu covered her nose and took two steps back.
Liu Banxian didn't even raise his head, he almost stuck his head into his shoes, "I'm looking to see if there are any pebbles, sand, etc., so as not to sting my feet when I run." "Are you really thinking about running away?" "if not?" On the contrary, Liu Banxian raised his head in astonishment, "Everyone can't beat it. You and Miss Ma can't deal with it, and the master brother can't kill that bastard, so don't we have to prepare to run away?" "That's true." Yin Xiu scratched his head awkwardly. Since Ma Xiaoyu has given up his mind and has no intention of martyrdom, then why should he waste his good life here? "Then let's just exit through this opening, how about that?" Ren Qi pointed to the door they entered through. When looking for dragon veins or something, you have to survive first. Otherwise, if you accidentally get buried here, wouldn't you be with the dragon veins for a long time? Just do it, Yin Xiu was the first to turn around, Ma Xiaoyu followed closely, and Ren Qi took the lead. Ren Qi suddenly frowned and said: "You three Xuanmen masters and Liu Banxian won't fight. Is it appropriate for you two to run at the front and me at the back?" "You can't beat it, any master is fake." Yin Xiu waved her hand, "In my opinion, unless we invite Master Nangong to come, we'd better run away immediately, and don't even think about entering the Changbai Mountain Underground Palace." "I can't even stay in Changbai Mountain for long, I think." Liu Banxian shook his head and said, "If that guy becomes a Han Taoist, there will really be a loss of life for thousands of miles around." Hearing the conversation between the two of them, Ren Qi's brows became more tangled, "You two, do you want to tell me to be careful by saying this, or do you want me to die?" "Sigh! How can anyone curse themselves like this? I'll make you spit and say it again!" Yin Xiu waved her hands repeatedly, "We are all brothers, how could anyone push his brother into the fire pit?" "No nonsense." Ren Qi interrupted him and tied the two swords that were tied to his waist at some point tighter. "If you really care about me, why don't you tell me how to identify zombies? Otherwise, it will be all in the dark. How will I know whether the person rushing towards me is a zombie or a person?" "Aren't they all the same? Anyone who rushes towards you will die anyway." "Of course they are all the same, but..." Ren Qi gave Yin Xiu a sideways glance, "If it's a zombie that comes, then I can only die." "Well, although you are very pessimistic, I don't think things have reached this point yet. After all, you are a master of synesthesia, and your opponent..." "The opponent is a three-thousand-year-old zombie. With our combined ages, we can't survive even a fraction of the time it sleeps." Ren Qi added. "Okay, then I will tell you briefly. Brother Hai Dongqing, you should also listen to it, so that you don't know what to do when you run away." Liu Banxian began to explain. "Zombies are the most gloomy existences in the world. They lie dormant during the day and emerge at night. They are afraid of the sun. After cultivating to become a demon, they are no longer afraid of the sun, but the sun can fly thousands of miles away.
However, there are records in history of those who cultivated themselves into drought demons, first in the "Book of Songs" in the pre-Qin and Zhou dynasties, and then there were only a few sentences mentioned in "Zi Buyu", which may have been excerpted from the Book of Songs. It can be seen that Hanba is more of a legendary existence. Few people can practice it, and even fewer people have seen it. Let us not consider whether it has already become a drought demon. It is not surprising to see what it has become in three thousand years. We're just talking about regular zombies. Generally speaking, zombies have a very strong odor. " "It's like a dead rat that had maggots on it and was thrown into a pile of dead fish," Yin Xiu added. "Are you so disgusting?" Ma Xiaoyu frowned. "It's not that exaggerated." Liu Banxian waved his hand, "But it really stinks. If you get closer, the zombie will open its mouth and spit in your face. I guarantee that you will be dizzy for the whole day, and you may even get seriously ill." After all, the zombie itself is a dead person who has lost control and becomes ferocious after being revived. There is a lot of death energy in its body, which has become rotten and smelly, so it smells bad. Another point is that the top of the zombie's body will emit black gas. If the zombie is too fierce, it will emit black smoke. It looks like silk is floating out of the body. It is very scary. "Liu Banxian's tone was very scary, but Ren Qi and Hai Dongqing seemed a little slow and unresponsive. After a pause, Liu Banxian reacted, "Sorry, I forgot you couldn't see it." He took out the box from his pocket, took out four grapefruit leaves, handed two to each of them, and asked them to wipe their eyes. "In this case, you should be able to see the black energy. Remember, it is a very rich and scary black energy, not the kind of black energy that makes Yintang black." "You can even see the blackening of Yintang?" Hai Dongqing grabbed the leaf in his hand and marveled. "Of course...I can't tell." Liu Banxian laughed twice and said, "If you can tell your face with just two grapefruit leaves, then we fortune tellers don't have to do it. But you can definitely see the black energy on the zombie. " "Now, apart from that, is there anything else strange? Can we see it from the zombie?" Hai Dongqing was very curious about this aspect, even though the rightful owner was separated from them by a wall. "I'll teach you the simplest way." Yin Xiu put a hand on his shoulder, "When you see a person, don't even think about it. Shoot an arrow at him first. Those who die are humans, and those who are not dead are zombies." Hai Dongqing took his hand away in disgust, frowned and said, "Do you even need to say that? I also know that the one who can't be killed by an arrow is a zombie!" "It's good that you know you can't shoot it." Yin Xiu glanced at him, "Life is precious, just run away quickly. Even if you are going to die, any way to die is better than being bitten by a zombie." After saying that, Yin Xiu signaled everyone to be silent and pricked up her ears to listen to what was going on outside. The banging sound disappeared at some point.
They seemed to be chatting here just now, but in fact they just hadn't made up their mind to leave for the time being. After all, if they went out rashly without knowing the location of the guy, if they bumped head-on with it, they would be doomed. However, the sound could not be heard at the moment, which made people feel a little worried. There is a saying that what lies beneath the water is always more dangerous. "Why don't you use that to take a look?" Liu Banxian poked Yin Xiu. "what?" "It's that one, called..." Liu Banxian bared his teeth and thought for a long time but couldn't remember what the thing was called, "It's that blood, Hu, what's it called? Oh, by the way, it's the golden cat Jenny from St. Mary's Hospital, her shape!" "Oh, butterfly..." Yin Xiu reacted and secretly sighed inwardly that he had forgotten such a useful thing. As soon as his mind moved, a blood butterfly flew out of his sleeve, fluttered its wings and entered the tomb passage from the door. The surrounding vision began to be reflected in his mind. The remaining half of the tomb passage was a place that Yin Xiu and the others had not visited before, but it was no different from the half they had walked through before. The connection between Blood Butterfly and Yin Xiu is vast, especially when it is only necessary to explore this tomb passage. Yin Xiu commanded and controlled the translucent blood-colored butterfly to fly through the corridor and arrive at the corner of the tomb passage. Only then did he realize that this seemed to be a quadrangular, or square, structure. The top and bottom are straight, the left and right are neat, and the tomb passage is laid out in a conforming quadrilateral format. To a certain extent, it seems to be vaguely consistent with the ancient philosophical concept of a round sky and a round earth. Yin Xiu's mood could not be called relaxed, but it was not tense either. After all, even if the blood butterfly was hurt, Yin Xiu would not be affected. However, after turning the corner, Yin Xiu's heart suddenly tightened and her pupils shrank sharply. I saw a black figure standing on the other side of the corner. It was said to be black, but in fact it was a man wearing a gorgeous black robe, but his face and hands were very white. Especially his face, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a nose that looks like a gallbladder. There is a bit of fortitude in the handsomeness, and there is a ray of strength in the softness. It was a man who looked like a teenager, with clear eyes and melancholy. His hair was tied into a bunch and tied on his head like a crown. The occasional strands of hair hanging down highlighted his coolness and nobility. After Yin Xiu was briefly absent-minded, he suddenly realized what kind of robe this young man was wearing. It should be a Jifu, which is a shroud worn on the deceased during burial. Is this guy the owner of the tomb? That super zombie that has been lying here for three thousand years and is now transformed into a corpse? When he was extremely confused, the young man turned his head and seemed to have discovered the activities of the blood butterfly. Yin Xiu hurriedly controlled the blood butterfly to fall into the gap between the wall reliefs, so that the young man would not find it. However, almost as soon as it fell, a pale, sharp-jointed hand stretched out and gently held the butterfly in his hand. The boy's hand was weak and boneless, but it seemed to have a strong suction force. Once it touched the butterfly, it was unable to break free. Even if Yin Xiu wanted to lift the spell at this moment, it seemed that she couldn't do it.
Of course, Yin Xiu didn't try it because the boy was curious about the blood butterfly, but Yin Xiu was also interested in the boy's origins. Even when she met those clear black and white eyes, Yin Xiu couldn't help but feel more nervous, as if an ordinary person had seen a ghost. However, he is a Taoist priest who has experienced hundreds of battles. He should not have such a cowardly and frightened reaction. Everyone gathered around Yin Xiu. Seeing Yin Xiu's face gradually turning pale and even sweating, they couldn't help but feel confused and worried. However, judging from Yin Xiu's appearance, it was definitely not evil, or bewitched by some kind of magic, so they could do nothing. They just stood aside and watched, waiting for Yin Xiu to speak. But it was that boy who spoke earlier than Yin Xiu. At this moment, the young man had a blood butterfly on his finger. He was looking at it with his eyes, but he seemed to see Yin Xiu hiding behind it from the blood butterfly. "I have been asleep for a long time." His voice was clear and clear, without any impurities. It reached Yin Xiu's ears from a distance and vibrated his eardrums. "During this period, I never dreamed, but I knew that I was not dead, just asleep. I was aware of this every moment. After a long time, I was sure that I was having a dream without a dream. I fell asleep but did not wake up. " "who are you?" Yin Xiu had recovered from the initial shock and confusion, and immediately wanted to ask about this person's origins. However, Xuedie could only send messages and could not communicate in time. In other words, what Yin Xiu said here at this moment could not be heard by the other end. However, on the other side where the voice could not be heard, the young man seemed to hear the question. He grinned, looking a little melancholy. "After such a long time, the world has probably forgotten my name. Even if I told you, you might not have heard of it." After a pause, his mouth opened and closed twice. "Tai Ding." (End of chapter)