Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

He always felt that the old man seemed to be hiding something from him.

Especially when Mao Qishui passed his own news channel.

After learning the news that Jue Chan, the host of Dajue Temple, disappeared.

Mao Qishui vaguely guessed something in his heart.

after all.

The opening of Dongtian Space in Nancheng District.

He still has some understanding, but he doesn't know what happened in the cave space.

Unfortunately, old man Fang and those guys are also tight-lipped.

This gave Mao Qishui a headache.

Sometimes certain desires are too strong, and if they are not satisfied, it is obviously very uncomfortable.

Since Zhang Hedao refused to speak, Mao Qishui would not pursue it.

He took out his mobile phone and called Tang Sanzan.

"Sorry, the number you dialed..."

"Obviously, this kid's mobile phone has been thrown in the ring for a long time."

Mao Qishui shrugged helplessly, and called Liu Mengyan again.

Su Xiaoran didn't even think about it.

With a mobile phone in her hands, she often doesn't live long.

"Hey?"

The call got through, but the voice on the other end seemed a bit low and hoarse.

Mao Qishui could still tell that it was Liu Mengyan's voice.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he said, "Let him answer the phone, there is something."

"it is good."

After a short answer.

"what's up?"

Tang Sanzan's pretentiously gloomy voice came out.

"There are a few mice in the house, which have been cleaned up. Do you think we roasted and ate them ourselves, or waited for you to come back together? It is said that the taste of mice is good."

"Hmm..." The other end of the phone murmured, "Keep it for me, I want to taste the taste of mice too."

"it is good."

Mao Qishui hung up the phone and met Zhang Hedao's eyes.

It seems to be saying: Did you hear that?

Zhang Hedao nodded slowly: "Since that's the case, let's let these guys live for two more days. I also want to see what the little guy Sanbuy will do this time."

"By the way! It is said that the Daomen in Dongcheng District seems to be a little bit impatient this time."

Mao Qishui slapped his forehead, remembering this important matter.

"I know that they must still be interested in the things in this ancient tomb."

"Especially...you who have the surname of Mao, you have learned a lot and mixed things, among them is the method of resisting corpses?"

"With the birth of such an ancient tomb, no one in Yunshan City will be able to sit still."

"If the Buddhist sect didn't have such a big event in Dajue Temple, it would definitely have a hand in it."

As he said that, Zhang Hedao seemed to think of something happy.

Gently stroking his gray beard, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Hmm... That slap at the beginning was cool!

"By the way, Lao Mao, you go to Nancheng District to sit in town for a few days."

"Once the ancient tomb is really born, I'm afraid it will affect the Nancheng District to some extent, so don't worry if you go."

Zhang Hedao spoke again.

After Mao Qishui nodded, he floated away.

"Old Mao... didn't you like to use escape methods to get on your way before, why now..."

A trace of confusion flashed in Zhang Hedao's eyes.

In his impression, Mao Qishui is even a small distance.

They are all used to using escapism, and now it seems...

North City.

Bright and beautiful villa area.

It was dead and decayed at the moment.

The surrounding green plants and lawns are completely withered and lifeless.

In a dark room.

Si Junfeng looked at the guy in front of him, with a dangerous gleam in the depths of his pupils.

"Mr. Yamamoto, you don't seem to have any sincerity in wanting to cooperate with me?"

The atmosphere in the room seemed to become more condensed following these words.

"Hehe..." The figure called Mr. Yamamoto sneered twice, "Jun Fengsang, sincerity can't be expressed in a few words, can it?"

"That's true, but...why do you think that my dignified members of Yan Country Yinye Group will cooperate with you?"

Si Junfeng's voice turned cold in vain, and the strange armor with awe-inspiring demonic aura attached to his body.

The ferocious and sharp barbs, even in the dark environment, exude a biting cold light.

It seems... as long as Mr. Yamamoto, say a wrong sentence.

Then Si Junfeng in front of him will tear him to pieces!

"Hidden Night Group? Why does Jun Fengsang make such a joke? Are you still a member of the Yin Ye Group?"

Yamamoto asked in a strange manner, and continued, "Cooperate with me, our people can help Junfengsang get everything in the ancient tomb."

"And my condition is just those two S-level abilities."

"We each take what we need, why not do it?"

The voice fell.

Si Junfeng's ferocious "magic armor" was gradually put away, and a triumphant smile appeared on Yamamoto's face.

Just the next second.

Seeing that the "magic armor" was about to dissipate completely, a sharp black and red tentacle suddenly stabbed out!

Yamamoto seemed to have no time to react, his heart was pierced instantly!

Si Junfeng, who "killed" Yamamoto, had no expression on his face.

He turned his head to look at another shadow in the room.

The "Yamamoto Corpse" that had been stabbed and hung up gradually dissipated like a bubble.

Yamamoto's ugly voice sounded again from the dark corner: "Junfeng-san, this is not a friendly expression for your partner."

"If you can't survive even a single blow from me, what qualifications do you have to cooperate with me?"

Si Junfeng was expressionless, but he was a little vigilant in his heart.

This guy from Sakurajima is not very good in real strength.

But the degree of insidiousness is far better than many evil ghosts.

With that tentative blow just now, he clearly "killed" the opponent.

But Yamamoto didn't know what method to use to transfer the damage he should have suffered.

Even his own position has changed.

Si Junfeng was so greedy for this kind of life-saving means.

"Since Junfengsang has tested my strength, now... can we talk about cooperation?"

Yamamoto, who was "killed" once, didn't seem to be annoyed at all.

Instead, with a sincere smile, he walked out of the shadows.

In this regard, Si Junfeng finally showed a cold smile on his face: "We are happy to cooperate."

"Pleasant to work with."

Immortal Yamamoto also responded with a smile.

Both of them were tacit and harbored ghosts.

A strange "cooperation negotiation" just started.

And the two S-level abilities at the core of this negotiation.

At this moment, it is in the Hall of Rebirth in Beicheng District.

Looking at Tang Sanzan who was a little sluggish, they couldn't laugh or cry on the faces under their masks.

in front of you.

A cute and cute little zombie with a yellow talisman on his forehead.

Standing blankly in front of Tang Sanzan...

Chapter 104 Xiao Qi, the Tragic Corpse Taoist

The time goes back to after Tang Sanbu easily solved Zhenlong Pavilion.

Under the guidance of the third hanged ghost king.

He soon arrived at the Hall of Rebirth created by the corpse Taoist.

Compared with the Zhenlong Pavilion, which looked extremely bad.

The Pastoral Hall is obviously a lot more normal...well...at least it looks like a place where people can live.

The only problem is that every household in the Changsheng Hall has one or several coffins in the room.

A strong corpse aura pervaded the entire Hall of Rebirth.

The members of the Hall of Rebirth are also individuals who are neither human nor ghost.

After staying with corpses for many years, their bodies have already been completely eroded by corpse aura.

They don't really care.

The vast majority of monks who are good at refining corpses will eventually walk on the same path.

That is to train yourself into a powerful zombie, and then seal the soul in your body.

It is not surprising that it achieves the purpose of alternative longevity.

After Tang Sanzan came here, his eyes swept away.

The problem was discovered.

Hmm... It's not easy to kill these guys directly.

how to say.

Although these subordinates of the corpse Taoist in the past life hall all look evil and awe-inspiring.

Make yourself look like a ghost or a ghost.

But in fact, there is no grievance or resentment on his body.

Even the corpse Taoist himself, who has the strongest breath among them.