"Go and make some noise to lure them away.”
As he thought about it, Yu Zifeng suddenly ordered a black shadow beside him.
The black shadow that had been following behind him was the Armored Corpse Old Sixth Liu.
At this moment, after receiving Yu Zifeng's order, Sixth Liu immediately walked towards the mortuary.
The Iron Armored Corpse's movement speed was not very fast. It took him more than a minute to cover the short distance of ten meters.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
When they reached the door, Sixth Liu smashed the door three times in a row. The deafening sound was particularly clear in the empty and silent night.
"Who is it?"
In the house, Qiu Sheng was watching the door warily. Even Wen Cai, who was sleeping, opened his eyes.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Old Sixth Liu turned a deaf ear to Qiu Sheng's words. He raised his stiff arm and smashed the door three more times, sounding even more hurried than before.
"Who is it? Say something."
Qiu Sheng's voice was trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was very nervous.
"Master?"
"Master, are you back?"
Still no response.
At this moment, Qiu Sheng suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Senior Brother, something seems to be wrong.”
At this moment, Wen Cai walked up to Qiu Sheng and said nervously.
"You wait here, I'll go out and take a look.”
As he spoke, Qiu Shengren walked out.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
There were three consecutive knocks on the door, and each knock was like a giant hammer hitting Qiu Sheng's heart.
However, no matter how he asked, no one outside answered.
After hesitating for a moment, Qiu Sheng picked up a peach wood sword and walked toward the door carefully.
At this moment, there was dead silence outside the door.
The further Qiu Sheng walked, the faster his heart beat and his breathing became more rapid. He even felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat.
Qiu Sheng gently put his hand on the doorknob. He could clearly see that his hand was trembling.
After taking a deep breath, Qiu Sheng finally opened the door.
In the next second, a ferocious and terrifying face suddenly entered his eyes. Immediately, a strong stench assaulted his face, causing his stomach to churn.
"It's Sixth Liu."
As soon as this thought rose in his mind, he was sent flying.
"What's wrong, Senior Brother?"
Wen Cai, who was in the morgue, asked hurriedly when he heard Qiu Sheng's scream.
"There are zombies. Quickly send a message to Master.”Qiu Sheng got up from the ground and shouted.
"What? Zombies?"
When he heard that there were zombies, the timid Wen Cai immediately panicked. For a moment, he even forgot how to use the spell that was usually taught to him by lam, the Blood Pigeon Messenger.
Fortunately, he still had some foundation. After performing it several times, he finally condensed the blood pigeon. When Wen Cai let go, the drop of blood immediately turned into an illusory pigeon and flew away.
On the other side.
After Sixth Liu gave Qiusheng a slap, he didn't continue to pursue him. Instead, he turned around and ran.
"You want to leave after hitting me? It's not that easy.”
After calming down, Qiu Sheng felt very embarrassed. He was a dignified third-grade Dao child, but he was actually frightened by a small Iron-Armored Corpse just now. If this were to spread, how would he face others?
Thinking of this, the angry Qiu Sheng immediately shouted at Wen Cai in the morgue,""You stay here and look after the corpses. I'll go catch the zombies.”
Qiu Sheng wasn't afraid at all. If he had known it was Sixth Liu, he wouldn't have been afraid.
With his current strength, it was easy for him to deal with an iron armored corpse.
"Senior Brother…"
Before Wen Cai could say anything, Qiu Sheng chased after Sixth Liu and disappeared into the night.
"Only one left? But it doesn't matter."
In Yu Zifeng's eyes, among the two disciples of Ninth Uncle, only Qiu Sheng had some ability. His literary talent was simply a dish and was not worth worrying about.
Yu Zifeng jumped into the mortuary. He knew that he didn't have much time. Ching Ying might come back at any time, so he had to finish the battle quickly.
"Who's outside?"
Through the window, Wen Cai, who was shivering in the morgue, saw a black shadow outside and immediately asked.
Hearing Wen Cai's words, Yu Zifeng sneered and rushed in.
"Ah?"
The moment Yu Zifeng appeared, his hideous and terrifying face scared Wen Cai so much that his face turned pale.
"It's over, it's over. We're dead.”
Wen Cai's legs trembled, and his entire person was in a mess.
Seeing him like this, Yu Zifeng was puzzled. What was the use of Ninth Uncle being a disciple after he accepted the paper? Why would he join the Maoshan Sect if he was afraid of zombies?
However, he didn't have the time to care about Wen Cai now. He saw Yu Zifeng walk to the coffin as if there was no one else around. He reached out and was about to open the coffin lid to absorb Ren Weiyong's corpse qi.
However, just as he was half a meter away from the coffin, the ink fountain that was flicked on the coffin suddenly emitted a golden light, preventing him from advancing an inch.
"D * mn, how could I forget about this? I can't get close to the ink fountain.”
Yu Zifeng was dumbfounded. No matter how much he calculated, he never thought that he was a zombie and couldn't get close to the coffin at all.
What should he do? If he couldn't control Ren Weiyong tonight, wouldn't all his previous efforts be wasted?
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