Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 484
Red underpants, it’s fine to wear only one, but it’s still a pair of couple’s panties, that’s all for couples, the problem is lace type, lace type is also fine, but the women’s type is actually thongs.

The audience in the live broadcast room saw the two pairs of underwear, and many of them were dumbfounded.

"Good guy, are people who come to haunted houses to explore are so open now?"

"I seriously doubt that those two panties are a powerful prop."

"A zombie is a worker or a robot, why do I not feel like a human?"

"The script, this must be a script, two underwear on the head, this sacrifice is too great."

"I can understand everything else. I just want to ask the boss why there is a pair of couple's underwear here."

"Could it be that someone has fought in the haunted house?"

"Zombie movies are often filmed. Underwear can ward off evil spirits, especially red underwear. Maybe someone is scared and has no choice but to drag their underwear to protect themselves."

After Jiang Yun and Lin Zhenyang saw the underwear, their minds were also a little dazed.

Both of them are professionals with a lot of experience.

It can be seen at a glance that the zombie is a real zombie, and the underwear is also real underwear. Why did these two unbeatable things appear in the dark place.

Lin Zhenyang said gossipingly: "Brother Jiang, you have strong logical analysis skills, can you tell me what happened here?"

Jiang Yun took a look at this guy, then waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and a gust of wind blew away the fallen leaves on the ground.

A two-centimeter-square plastic bag, four or five rolls of toilet paper, and two cigarette butts emerged from the fallen leaves.

"You boy, go as far as you can, I'm still live broadcasting, do you want my live broadcasting room to be blocked?" Jiang Yun said curiously.

He really didn't expect that there would be a couple in this kind of place, liberating their nature and applauding.

From the analysis of the quantity of toilet paper, it lasted at least 10 to [-] minutes. Judging from the two cigarette butts, there should be an after-the-fact cigarette.

Just when Lin Zhenyang was about to laugh, he suddenly found a piece of paper pasted on the wall next to him.

It was written in hand, this is the price of peeping!
The two looked sympathetically at the zombie with the red underpants on their head, silently mourned for the zombie for three seconds, and couldn't help feeling grateful for the couple.

Fortunately, the zombies are chained and the safe distance is sufficient, otherwise those two guys would have turned into little ghosts and were trapped here.

The audience in the live broadcast room, they looked at the zombie who had danced in the same posture for more than half an hour, and they always felt that something was wrong.

"This zombie, can't it be real?"

"Dancing in the same position for half an hour, this guy is a ruthless man."

"The script of this haunted house adventure seems a bit interesting!"

"That's right, the boss is definitely a talent. Do normal people have such a brain?"

"I just want to know, what is the function of the red pants on the zombie's head, isn't it a very powerful weapon?"

"It's just nonsense, tourists are not bull warriors, and they have to wear red pants on their heads."

"I want to go to this haunted house for a while. I feel that the atmosphere here is good, much better than the haunted houses I went to before."

Jiang Yun used Tiyun Zong and jumped directly to the wall of the alley.

After making a gesture of invitation, he said, "Old Lin, your Maoshan sect is no expert at dealing with zombies."

"Now this zombie is handed over to you, I'll give you a raid, you just do it!"

Lin Zhengyang pulled out the mahogany sword from an unknown corner of his body, took out two yellow talismans, and a bottle of bright red liquid.

He made an OK gesture full of confidence, and then he carried the mahogany sword, the yellow talisman pinned to his waist, and the bottle of bright red liquid in his pocket, and started to do it.

This zombie is really miserable enough. Being locked here is bad enough. He lost his freedom. In the end, he was covered with red pants on his head, and even lost his remaining face.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, brother, just go if you have to go, if you have something to do, just dream about it, your wife and children, I will take care of you." Lin Zhenyang stood in front of the zombie, muttering non-stop.

Although he kept nagging, the work on his hands didn't stop. After the bottle of bright red liquid in his arms was opened, it splashed directly on the zombie's face.

Inside the bottle is authentic black dog blood, which has miraculous effects against zombies and can seal the vitality in their bodies.

Then a yellow talisman was pasted on his forehead, and the zombie who was still bouncing was immediately fixed in place.

When Lin Zhenyang was going to stick the mahogany sword in the zombie's chest, the zombie's eyes suddenly lit up red, and he asked, "A member of the Maoshan faction?"

"Fuck, you can still talk. Is this stiff?" Lin Zhenyang was stunned for a moment, and then introduced himself: "You have a good vision, and Pindao is the next head of Maoshan Sect."

"Brother, although I don't know why you are locked here, waiting for the zombies to take your place is enough."

"If you have any wish, just say it. The Taoist priests of my Maoshan Sect are the most honest and can help you solve it. The poor Taoist will definitely help!"

"Now, it's important for you to reincarnate, don't move, don't panic, use this mahogany sword to pierce your chest, remove the yin energy from your chest, and you can be reincarnated."

After Lin Zhenyang finished speaking to the zombie, he picked up the mahogany sword in his hand and began to make gestures.

He has executed many zombies, but every time the master will be by his side to prevent accidents, this is the first time that he has solved it alone.

"How dare you declare your family name, you boy of the Maoshan faction, the old man is waiting for you!"

"Splash me with the blood of a black dog and put a yellow talisman on my forehead, do you think I'm going to do that?" The zombie sneered.

He raised his hand, took the yellow talisman stuck on his forehead, then reached out to wipe the black dog blood on his face, with both hands, the iron chain as thick as his fingers was broken on the spot.

Before Lin Zhenyang could react, the zombie's four or five inch long nails pierced straight at him.

"My god, there's no black dog's blood or yellow talisman. This zombie is probably a spirit, and has turned into a drought!" Lin Zhenyang ran away.

One person and one zombie, just in the alley, one in front and one behind, they chased after each other.

Jiang Yun stood on the wall, acting as a melon-eating audience, and looked at the two people running around below with great interest.

He really didn't expect that Lin Zhenyang, who has always claimed to be weak, is also a good long-distance runner behind his back.

The zombie jumped very fast, less than 15 seconds for [-] meters, but he couldn't catch up with Lin Zhenyang, and the gap between the two was gradually widening.

"Brother Jiang, my dear brother, stop eating melons and watching dramas."

"This is a drought. My master may not be able to handle it when he comes. You can save me!" Lin Zhenyang asked for help while running.

Jiang Yun looked at the Hanba Zombies who were walking unhurriedly, and asked with some concern: "Old Lin, in this peaceful and prosperous world, where will zombies appear?"

"Most of the zombies from all over the world are gathered in the Maoshan faction. Do you think this is your master's vision for you?"

"Is this zombie a zombie from your Maoshan sect?"

(End of this chapter)