Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Chapter 294 Going to Fukang County, Meeting a Fake Taoist Priest

The carriage drove fast.

Running through the streets of the town.

A familiar figure passed by.

Immediately afterwards, the man shouted at the top of his voice, "Hello! Wait for me."

Han Feng raised the curtain and found that the person chasing behind the carriage was none other than Senior Brother Qiu Sheng.

It's just that there is a fat woman chasing after Qiu Sheng.

Obviously, that woman was Qiu Sheng's aunt.

"Stinky boy! Stop there! I just got back and I'm leaving again. I haven't finished my orders yet!"

Seeing this, Han Feng hurriedly lowered the curtain of the carriage.

Good guy, their family is simply a beautiful landscape in the town.

People in the town looked sideways.

"Qiusheng, just stay at home and spend time with your aunt. We'll go back as soon as we go."

Wencai had the opportunity to go out with Uncle Jiu, and seeing Qiusheng still being taught a lesson by his family, he was very happy.

soon.

Qiu Sheng's shadow was left far behind.

The carriage speeds along the muddy road.

It wasn't until the sky began to darken that they finally saw an erected plaque at a crossroads with rusty and indistinct large characters written on it.

But I can vaguely read the three big characters of "Fukang County" written on it.

"arrive."

Uncle Jiu raised the curtain and observed the dark path in front of him, with only a faint light.

"Wencai, after passing here, you will enter the boundary of Fukang County. You should keep your spirits up and drive the car, and don't fall asleep."

Uncle Jiu ordered seriously.

Wen Cai didn't take it seriously, but yawned, "Master, you're just crazy, what's wrong with you, it's still early."

"The general's tomb must be walked at least five kilometers."

This guy is small and bold, but also nervous.

Every time I have to chase after the ghost to get anxious.

Uncle Jiu simply didn't bother to talk to him.

Putting down the curtain, Han Feng held the mahogany sword tightly in his hand, "Master, that thing is really powerful, it started to become so cloudy five kilometers away!"

"Yes, your Uncle Qianqiu is right, this thing is not easy to deal with."

"Afeng, it seems that we are really in danger this time!"

Even a man as stable as Uncle Jiu said such things, and at the same time, his palms began to sweat from nervousness.

It is conceivable how terrifying the general zombie who has not yet fought is.

The carriage moved on.

The wheels of the car bumped on the muddy and uneven road.

After walking for 10 minutes.

There seemed to be a loud noise coming from not far ahead.

Uncle Jiu and Han Feng looked at each other, and they got out of the carriage at the same time.

Wen Cai, who was dozing off, heard the sound of the two people jumping from the car behind him, and he woke up instantly with a jolt.

The guy was timid, and thought something had happened.

Nervously asked, "Master, Junior Brother, what's wrong? How did you get out of the car properly? Isn't it too early to leave the general's tomb?"

Uncle Jiu ignored this guy.

After walking a few steps forward, with the help of the faint moonlight, I finally saw a dark person standing in front of me.

All those people were wearing Taoist uniforms.

From a distance, there were about 50 people.

"what!"

Suddenly, Wen Cai let out a scream, which resounded through the entire path.

"The ghost calls a hammer, you!"

Uncle Jiu was poking his head out to observe the head in front of him, whether it was a living person or a dead thing, when Wen Cai's voice yelled him, he almost peed in fright.

It's not that Uncle Jiu is timid, it's that their current situation is really dangerous.

Uncle Jiu almost tensed up all his nerves.

Han Feng was also startled by Wen Cai's voice.

Han Feng knew something about the contents of the general's tomb.

I remember that I had watched a movie in my last life, which was about the general's tomb that Uncle Jiu and the others met in Fukang County.

Because that zombie was very powerful, many Taoist priests of the Maoshan School all went down the mountain at that time, just to deal with that zombie.

It is impossible to say not to be afraid.

Han Feng followed Uncle Jiu closely.

With blazing eyes, he took a closer look and was sure that the person in front of him was a person and not a ghost, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, the front seems to be a disciple of the Maoshan sect."

"Oh? Let's go and have a look."

Wen Cai jumped out of the carriage, grabbed the reins and followed closely.

……

It was pitch black, and Wen Cai stepped on a wooden stick, shaking mud with both hands, cursing, "What a bad luck!"

Stand up and move on.

As a result, he didn't take two steps, and tripped over a wooden stick on the ground again.

This time, the whole person flew forward directly.

Almost broke my front tooth.

Han Feng folded his two fingers together, rubbed them hard, and sparked flames. When he looked at the ground, he saw discarded torches all over the ground.

"Why don't you use so many torches?"

The master and apprentice walked along the road and found that the road was almost full of discarded torches.

Finally came to the front of the crowd.

Uncle Jiu asked, "Excuse me, what happened?"

"Why are there so many Taoist priests gathered here?"

The other party turned around and stared at Uncle Jiu for a while, his face became more and more familiar.

But for a while I couldn't remember who it was.

I had no choice but to answer first, "We are Taoist priests from Maoshan, and we came to Fukang County to eliminate zombies. I heard that there is a phenomenon of corpse transformation here."

"Who are you? Where are you from?

It's nothing to leave, it's not safe here! "

It was dark, and the little Taoist didn't notice that Uncle Jiu and the others were also wearing Taoist uniforms.

"Hehe, we are also here to find zombies."

"Looking for zombies? Don't be ridiculous, so many of us can't find that thing, and we lost a Taoist..."

It turned out to be the case.

Uncle Jiu finally figured out what was going on.

No wonder these people all formed a circle, with sad faces and heavy hearts.

It turned out to be a dead person.

Uncle Jiu walked through the crowd and walked to the middle.

I saw an elderly Taoist priest, clasping his hands together, doing a silent recitation for the dead man lying on the ground.

"Foolishness."

"People are dead, if you don't rush to cremate, you are still wasting time here."

Han Feng spoke quickly.

But it caused the people around him to instantly open their eyes from the atmosphere of mourning and meditating, and all looked at him in unison.

Uncle Jiu glared at Han Feng and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense."

Turning to apologize to everyone, "Don't get me wrong, everyone, this is my apprentice, we are also Taoist priests, and the purpose of coming here is the same as everyone else."

"My apprentice is right. I observed it just now. This dead fellow Taoist has three marks of being bitten by zombies on his arm. They must be burned as soon as possible, otherwise the corpse may turn into a dead body at any time."

"Oh? You are also Taoists?"

The leading Taoist priest seemed surprised.

Uncle Jiu nodded, "Look at your clothes, did you come down from Mount Mao?"

"Why do I see you so faceless?"

The Taoist priest in the lead panicked even more.

He hesitated and said, "No, that's right, we are from Maoshan. There are tens of thousands of Taoist priests in Maoshan. It's normal if you haven't seen them before."

normal?

It's not normal for you to say that!

As a well-known figure of the Maoshan School, Uncle Jiu didn't know the disciples of his generation who set up their own school after graduation and later took in. It's impossible for Uncle Jiu not to know an old man at the age in front of him.

Moreover, even if there were people in the Maoshan School that Uncle Jiu didn't know, it was impossible for someone not to know Uncle Jiu.

How many people in this world don't know Uncle Jiu? !

Uncle Jiu guessed in his heart that these people were fake Taoist priests.

But before he could speak.

The mahogany sword in Han Feng's hand flew across the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the opponent's neck.

"Speak! Why are you pretending to be a fake Taoist priest?"

"Who ordered you to do it? What is your purpose?"