"This kid..."

This kind of soul is sealed in the body and drives the walking corpse, which is called a walking corpse.

This little zombie behaves strangely.

Different from the previous two adult zombies, who had their eyes completely closed and followed the guide. This little zombie's soul has obviously been halfway out. It is obvious that it is the ears, nose and mouth. The soul-sealing talisman has fallen off somewhere, or it is not tightly stuffed.

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However, due to the constraints of the soul-sealing talisman elsewhere in the body, the soul could not completely separate from the body. In this way, the weird soul body was half exposed, and the mysterious power kept blocking it.

Zhang Qingyun took a closer look and saw that the left ear and soul-sealing talisman of this little walking corpse were gone.

Just like that, the soul-sealing talisman dropped from one ear, and the kid gained some freedom.

"This kid...I'm afraid he was also a naughty kid when he was alive."

Zhang Qingyun shook his head and was about to remind the master and disciples that the young man responsible for driving away the corpse had discovered something unusual about the little walking corpse. When he saw Zhang Qingyun, the young man was startled at first, then his face changed drastically and he shouted: "

Master, someone stole the body..."

Zhang Qingyun didn't understand what local dialect the young man was using and frowned.

Both the master and the disciple looked ugly, especially their ugly faces, which looked a little ferocious.

"Who dares to steal a corpse?"

Zhang Qingyun only understood some of the Mandarin spoken by the middle-aged man with thick dialects mixed with it this time.

The middle-aged man put the special belt around his waist on the ground, hung the bell and gong in his hand on the special belt, and pulled out the mahogany sword on his back...no, a dark sharp sword, glaring at Zhang Qingyun.

Originally Zhang Qingyun thought this was a mahogany sword, but he didn't expect it to be a genuine long sword!

Steel sword!

The young man, taking advantage of this time, had already caught the little zombie, inserted the soul-sealing talisman into the left ear of the little zombie, and pointed at Zhang Qingyun: "Master, he is the one who stole the corpse..."

"Stealing corpses?"

Zhang Qingyun was greatly surprised. Why did a poor man steal a corpse?

Give him a funeral?

Buy him a cemetery?

These two masters and disciples must be mentally ill.

"Fellow Taoist..."

Zhang Qingyun didn't want to be wronged, so he had to explain.

However...the middle-aged man was already stabbing with his sword: "Who dares to steal my corpse?"

Zhang Qingyun: "???"

He has such a hot temper, but he has to distinguish everything clearly and understand the whole story before talking about it.

The pitch-black sword was extremely fast and pierced Zhang Qingyun's throat.

The middle-aged man is obviously a good swordsman, and he has been immersed in it for countless years, and his speed is extremely fast.

"What a sword!"

This is indeed a good sword. Zhang Qingyun just missed it, it turned out to be an iron-cold sword!

No matter how good a sword is, it is still a murderous weapon.

On one side of Zhang Qingyun's head, a long sword pierced the air. His middle-aged eyes were wide open, and his ferocious face became more and more terrifying: "Monster, how dare you dodge? How dare you dodge?"

"Watch me kill you!"

Zhang Qingyun: "???"

I'm afraid this man's head is not bright. If I don't dodge, will I be stabbed to death by you?

What kind of divine logic is this?

If Pindao hadn't shown mercy and thought, you would have died...

No...monster?

There is some anger in Zhang Qingyun's eyes. He was targeted by a kid for no reason, was wrongfully attacked, and now he wants to insult Pindao?

"Pindao is the authentic Taoist school of the Eight Classics!"

With a flick of his finger, a burst of spiritual energy hit the middle-aged man's brow.

Just when he was about to sweep across, the middle-aged man who slashed Zhang Qingyun's head with his sword stood strangely still, his eyes rolling around, full of horror: "Bold monster, I am..."

"Shut up!"

Zhang Qingyun's face was gloomy: "I am a poor and authentic Taoist priest!"

"Taoist shit!"

When the young man saw his master being controlled, he was a little scared at first, but he did not flinch. He pulled out an iron rod from his back, aimed it at Zhang Qingyun's head and hit it.

"Woo..."

The young man has not yet found his sense of energy, but he is very powerful.

With the iron rod in his hand, he rolled up the whistle and went very fast.

Zhang Qingyun suddenly had a murderous intention in his heart, and with a flick of his finger, another burst of spiritual energy hit the young man's forehead.

"Fool!"

Your master has been controlled by me, but you are just a stronger ordinary person, and you still dare to attack me?

What a fool!

The young man also stood strangely still, with a bit of shock on his ugly face: "Monster...let me go, we are the disciples of Xiangxi Corpse Exorcist Sect!"

You are a monster!

Eighteen generations of your ancestors have been monsters!

If it weren't for Zhang Qingyun's self-cultivation during this period of time, and Zhang Qingyun's self-cultivation gradually deepened, he would have cursed at this time: "You two, do you have a problem with your eyes and your ears?"

Corpse drive?

Even if you chase the gods, the poor Taoist will have nothing to fear.

"Didn't Pindao say that? Pindao is an authentic Taoist sect."

The two people were still glaring at each other angrily, and Zhang Qingyun suddenly realized: "It's not that you two have a problem with your ears or eyes, you have a problem with your brains..."

"There's something wrong with your corpse, so you all came to Pindao. You didn't find the problem yourself, but you framed Pindao for stealing the body?"

Zhang Qingyun slapped the young man on the head hard: "You idiot!"

"Pa..."

This slap was so powerful that the young man was knocked directly to the ground. The young man's vision went dark and he suddenly grinned: "Master, he is really a human being, this slap is so solid..."

Zhang Qingyun: "???"

There is indeed something wrong with this young man's head. Who can't be beaten?

Is the slap still empty?

Suddenly, Zhang Qingyun was startled: "You two, you suspect that I am a ghost..."

"What else?"

The middle-aged man did not answer, and the young man rolled his eyes: "Do you know where this place is? This is Baigui Ridge. No one appears here at night... We are the only ones who have evil talismans and dare to walk here..."

Baigui Ridge?

"The ghosts here are good at painting skins and have stolen our bodies several times..."

The young man gritted his teeth: "The souls that have not yet become ghosts are sealed in the corpses. They are the nutrients that the ghosts here crave most. They are the most hateful and like to get something for nothing."

Zhang Qingyun suddenly realized that he was so unreasonable after suffering a loss.

It is true that you cannot be unreasonable when dealing with monsters and monsters, you must strike first.

"So that's it..."

Zhang Qingyun's unhappiness dissipated somewhat, but his anger was still there.

"You know, why don't you let us go?"

The young man shouted: "The ghosts will come out later. Without my master to activate the evil-repelling talisman and the ghost-destroying talisman, you will be miserable... No, no, we will be disabled too... Uh..."

"What a tragedy, the old ghost from Baigui Ridge appears..."

The young man's face changed wildly: "Little Taoist priest, if you don't let us go, the old ghost from Baigui Ridge has come out. If you don't know how to destroy ghosts, you will be miserable..."

Let you go?

Zhang Qingyun curled his lips and said, "Let you go, you are also a burden."

Old ghost?
To be continued...