Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 395
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Yuqing and Yang Zimei rushed to the cemetery and found that the coffin had been overturned to one side, there were two heavy footprints on the loose soil around it, and the air smelled faintly of rotting corpses.

"Master, it's gone!" Yang Zimei looked at the cemetery in embarrassment. Who would have imagined that there was still a corpse hidden under the empty coffin?
"Niuniu, quickly find it and kill it." Yuqing's eyes were full of anxiety, "If it bites someone, it would be terrible."

Yang Zimei nodded and looked around.

It was found that there was a layer of black air near the village, which should be brought by the fraudulent corpse.

She hurried to that direction with Yuqing, and when she was about to approach, she suddenly heard a sharp and painful scream, which echoed very clearly in the mountains in the early morning...

Yang Zimei's heart sank, "Master, it seems to be the voice of my uncle."

Yuqing also heard it.

The pace of the two quickened and rushed over.

On the grain drying ground, a deceitful corpse wrapped in a dirty yellow cloth was tied up with a corpse rope, and a piece of yellow talisman paper was pasted on its forehead, struggling feebly.

Yu Zhenzi next to him had one arm chopped off and rolled on the ground. The wound was bloody and flowed all over the ground, and he was constantly clutching the wound and crying.

"Uncle-"

Yang Zimei yelled, stepped forward and took out the silver needle, quickly blocked the blood from his wound, wrapped him with Yunnan Baiyao, and injected zhenqi.

The blood in Yuan Zhenzi's hand gradually froze, and he was able to infuse his true energy, and his pale face regained some vitality.

"Uncle, what's going on?"

Yang Zimei couldn't help but glanced at the upright fraudulent corpse next to him, the turbid stench rushed into his nose, and he could only chanting a mantra to seal his sense of smell.

This is the first time she has seen the legendary fraudulent corpse!
I thought it was disgusting at first, but compared with the previous Gaba ghost descendant and his baby blood ghost descendant, this fraudulent corpse seems to be a little childish. very disgusting.

"I was bitten on the arm by it, fearing that the corpse would spread, so I quickly cut off my arm." Yu Zhenzi said with lingering fear.

Yang Zimei looked down at Yu Zhenzi's severed arm that fell on the ground, it had turned into the same black color as the dead body.

"It must be burned as soon as possible to prevent the corpse poison from spreading everywhere." Yuqing didn't have time to feel sorry for his junior brother's injury.

It is very commendable for Yu Zhenzi to understand such a decisive method of cutting off his hands to survive, otherwise he would have become a zombie now.

"Burn here?"

Yang Zimei looked around suspiciously.

"Of course not. This is Yuecun's grain-drying field. If the corpse poison spreads, it will harm the whole village. It must be moved away." Yu Zhenzi said.

Yang Zimei looked at the thing in disgust, "How to move it?"

If she was asked to move, she would absolutely be unable to do so.

However, she couldn't bear to let the elderly master move.

"I know how to drive corpses!" Yu Zhenzi endured the severe pain and said, "Uncle, I once stayed in Xiangxi for ten years, and I learned this from a priest who drives corpses."

Yang Zimei blinked at his uncle.

On the surface, this uncle looks sloppy, funny and incompetent, but in fact, he still has many surprising things.

Just the decisive courage to quickly cut off the bitten arm at him is enough to make people awe-inspiring.

"It's almost dawn, and quickly drive it to the deep mountain to destroy it, as well as this arm." Yuqing nodded, and then said to Yang Zimei, "The rest of the poisonous gas, niuniu, see if your little iron tower can absorb it completely."

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(End of this chapter)