Reborn as a dog, he was bled by Wen Cai at the beginning

Chapter 30 The Thunder Explodes the Coffin 】

"Put me down, let me down." Wang Xiaohei kept struggling.

Unexpectedly, he was caught so easily.

If Daoist Qianhe didn't wear a hat, he would have succeeded with that blow just now.

Until now, the progress bar can only be obtained passively.

[The interaction is complete, the current progress bar is 14.00%. 】

Daoist Qianhe kept kneading Wang Xiaohei's body with his hands, checking.

There is also a constant exclamation in the mouth.

"Senior brother, this dog is really extraordinary, it is indeed a treasure."

"That's up to you to say, don't talk nonsense outside." Taoist Simu snatched Wang Xiaohe back.

"That's natural." Daoist Qianhe nodded with a smile.

"Jia Le, go and get some glutinous rice for Master Uncle." Daoist Simu ordered.

"Yes, Master." Jia Le nodded after hearing that, turned around and went back to the house.

"By the way, Junior Brother, this golden coffin with copper horns is wrapped with an ink fountain net. Could it be that there is...?" Daoist Simu came to the golden coffin with Wang Xiaohei in his arms.

"That's right, it's a zombie." Daoist Qianhe said with a serious face.

"Then why didn't you burn it?" said the priest with four eyes in doubt.

"Hey! This zombie belongs to the frontier royal family, so it cannot be burned. We must transport it to Beijing as soon as possible, and wait for the emperor to send it."

"The Qing Dynasty is dead, and another emperor popped up. I'm afraid it's not a puppet supported by some one." Wang Xiaohei muttered in his heart.

"Daoist Qianhe, why don't you dismantle the tent, let it absorb more sunlight and reduce the dead body?" Master Yixiu came up with an idea.

Qianhe glanced at the shed: "Hey! That's right, thank you Master for your guidance."

"Southeast, Northwest—"

"Yes!" The four replied in unison.

"Tear down the tent—"

"Yes!"

Daoist Qianhe looked at Wang Xiaohei, shook his head, and said with a little pity: "This little guy's blood must have better effects than ordinary black dog blood, what a pity."

Hearing the words, the four-eyed priest held Wang Xiaohei tightly in his arms: "Junior brother."

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding." Daoist Qianhe laughed.

Not long after, Jiale brought over a bag of glutinous rice, and then Taoist Master Qianhe and his party continued on their way.

Wang Xiaohei looked at the leaving team, thinking silently in his heart.

……

The sky gradually dimmed.

Watching Taoist Simu take Jiale to the morgue, Wang Xiaohei seized the opportunity and ran into Simu's room.

He rummaged through the four-eyed priest's cloth bag for a while, and finally pulled out three charms.

Wang Xiaohei could recognize that these were corpse-preventing charms, because these runes looked the same as those pasted on the heads of the customers in the morgue.

Afterwards, Wang Xiaohei left the house with the corpse-suppressing charm in his mouth.

However, he thought about it, and finally, when he entered the woods, he yelled a few times into the house.

Afterwards, smelling the smell left by Taoist Qianhe and his party, he ran all the way.

……

Daoist Qianhe and his party have been walking for two hours.

However, because they were dragging a heavy golden coffin, and the road was bumpy and full of potholes, they walked very slowly, even slower than ordinary people.

Two hours, but only seven or eight kilometers away.

God knows, with their speed, when will they see the emperor.

Wang Xiaohei's running speed is very fast, which should be no less than that of wild wolves.

However, there are many obstacles in the woods, and Wang Xiaohei still needs to rely on his sense of smell to identify his position.

After running for a quarter of an hour, it was only a few kilometers.

After another quarter of an hour, Wang Xiaohei finally saw Qianhe and his party who were still on their way.

Holding torches, they walked slowly through the woods.

Especially those officers and soldiers who were pulling the golden coffin, although they were exhausted, they didn't complain.

"Boom!" A loud bang.

The dark night sky is lit by lightning.

It's thundering.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaohei was shocked. He knew that the plot was about to begin.

Thinking of the three charms still in his mouth, he looked around, and finally, before the rain fell, he found a tree hole and got in.

The wind suddenly picked up, and after a while, heavy rain fell.

……

After about half an hour, the rain suddenly stopped.

Wang Xiaohei got out from the tree hole, and the corpse-suppressing charm in his mouth was not wet.

Immediately, Wang Xiaohei stepped on the muddy road and approached the tent where Taoist Qianhe and the others were stationed.

However, just as Wang Xiaohei approached, he saw a thunderbolt falling from the sky above.

It hit the golden coffin precisely.

"Ah ah ah..."

The hands of the four officers and soldiers were pushing against the golden coffin, so the terrifying lightning was directly transmitted into their bodies.

In the next second, electric sparks flickered on the four of them, and they were blasted away by a force.

After falling to the ground, the body was still twitching, and after a while, there was no sound.

Priest Qianhe took a closer look, only to find that the four of them were scorched black and had been electrocuted to death.

"What's the matter, what happened?" Wu Shilang walked out of the tent.

But it happened to see the golden coffin being slowly opened.

Vaguely, one could see a pair of hands inside the coffin, opening the coffin.

"Oh, it's scary." Wu Shilang immediately retreated to the camp with a face full of horror, and let the three big inner guards on one side push up.

"Kakkaka..."

The ink fountain net was glowing red, but it was being torn apart bit by bit, and the golden coffin was also opening.

Seeing this, Daoist Qianhe's expression changed greatly: "Bring the rope, hurry up!"

As soon as the words fell, Taoist Qianhe flew up, jumped onto the golden coffin, and directly closed the golden coffin with a blow of Mount Tai.

Immediately afterwards, the fist-thick hemp rope was thrown over by two disciples.

In just a few seconds, the hemp rope tied the golden coffin, and Daoist Qianhe and his five disciples joined forces to suppress the golden coffin.

However, Daoist Qianhe seems to have underestimated the power of the Zombie Lord.

Within three seconds of being suppressed, the golden coffin lid snapped the hemp rope as thick as a fist with unstoppable force.

Qianhe on the golden coffin was also thrown directly to the ground.

What followed was the coffin lid weighing thousands of catties.

"what!"

Priest Qianhe screamed.

It was the golden coffin lid that fell on Qianhe's right leg.

The eldest disciple Zhong Dong came forward and tried his best to help Taoist Qianhe remove the coffin lid.

Priest Qianhe didn't panic either, he put his left foot in front of the coffin lid, his mana circulated, and slowly pulled out his right foot.

It was also at this time that a figure stood up from the coffin and stood on top of the golden coffin.

As soon as the zombie lord appeared, a stench permeated the air.

Seeing this, Zhong Dong immediately got up, drew out the mahogany sword behind his back and stabbed fiercely at the zombie.

It has to be said that Taoist Qianhe's ability to teach his disciples is very strong.

If you dare to do this alone, you are very brave, and you are not afraid of death at all.

In Wang Xiaohei's view, the four disciples in the southeast, northwest, and north were taught very well.

In the original play, the three of them work together to restrain the zombie prince for a period of time.

……

(End of this chapter)