Zombie: at the Beginning, Uncle Jiu Told Me About the Match

The most unpleasant thing is that I didn't drink a drop of the immortal brew in the cup, it was all spilled.

"God, this is not good for us!" Some people said angrily.

"Made, my wine!" Some people were heartbroken and were about to cry.

"Where are the two little real people? Hurry up and send someone to look for them!"

Someone didn't see the two Daotong boys and exclaimed.

If the Daotong of Yongle Palace had an accident here, (Qian Zhao) they would all be unable to eat and walk around.

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

Qin Shuzhen hurriedly helped Qin Wuyang, who fell to the ground, with worry in her eyes.

Grandpa is [*] years old and was blown to the ground by the wind. Maybe something happened, can she not worry?

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Qin Wuyang was obviously frightened, but his body was fine.

"what happened?"

When the shopkeeper of the restaurant heard the movement in the box, he rushed upstairs in a hurry, looking at the mess and wiping his sweat.

"I don't know what's wrong, but there was a sudden gust of wind, which almost didn't lift the roof."

"Wind?"

The shopkeeper said blankly: "Isn't it windy? The sky is clear outside.".

Chapter 226

He was at the downstairs counter just now, which was facing the door.

It's sunny and sunny outside, and there's no wind at all, so what about gusty winds?

Qin Wuyang's face was full of grief, and the immortal brew given by Ling Xiao's real person was gone without even tasting a drop!

Could it be that everything is a number of days, and I don't have the blessing to enjoy the fairy brew at all?

This is the common voice of everyone, otherwise how could it be so coincidental?

"what?"

Qin Wuyang suddenly sneered. He found that the entire box table and chairs had been overturned, and only a certain corner was intact.

The key is that the tables and chairs there are not even contaminated with floating dust, and the tableware and chopsticks on the table are neatly arranged.

It gave him the feeling that the gust of wind deliberately avoided this table and chair.

Qin Wuyang was stunned, and suddenly said, "Which guest was sitting at that table just now?"

The people in the field stared at each other, all shaking their heads blankly.

In the audience, only Qin Shuzhen was in shock, her face paled slightly.

She didn't dare to say what was in her heart, she just said softly: "That table is for my friend."

"What friend?" Qin Wuyang asked with a frown.

Qin Shuzhen hesitantly said, "I only know his name is Qin Hao when Qian met soon, and I don't know the rest."

"Qin Hao?"

Qin Wuyang heard the words, fell into contemplation, and repeated these words in a low voice.

　　Suddenly his brows were deeply wrinkled, and Qin Shuzhen hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, do you know his origin?"

"No."

Qin Wuyang shook his head, secretly thinking that it should be just a coincidence.

He had heard some rumors. Not long ago, Uncle Fang had a zombie king haunting him.

And the expert who eliminated this zombie king seems to be Qin Hao.

……

……

The clouds on the horizon have been rendered into golden red, showing the vitality of the sun, which is about to sink to the west.

The breeze was blowing on the street, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Mao Shanming's forehead.

Mao Shanming put his hands on his knees and couldn't help but ask: "Qin Daochang, Ninth Uncle, where are we going? Ziyun City is almost finished, and the old Daoist is dying of exhaustion."

When the wind was blowing in the box, Qin Hao and Jiu Shu had already left with Mao Shanming.

After leaving the restaurant, several people wandered around this quaint county town.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Qin Hao and Jiu Shu were still wandering aimlessly.

"Don't worry, we still have to go to Yongle Palace!" Jiu Shu said calmly, pacing with his hands on his back.

Qin Hao smiled and didn't speak.

He and Ninth Uncle were not really hanging out, but were exploring the demonic energy in Ziyun City.

However, after walking all over Ziyun City, no demonic energy was found.

But the demonic aura on the two Daotong boys could not be faked.

It can be seen that the real monster is hidden in Yongle Palace and has never appeared in Izumo City.

"Do we have to deal with that real Ling Xiao!?" Mao Shanming said with wide eyes.

"Really Ling Xiao?"

Qin Hao grinned and sneered: "It's clearly a demon, and he dares to call himself a real person, and he's not afraid of being punished!"

"It's okay not to let Pindao encounter it, there is no reason to not kill it when it encounters it." Qin Hao said righteously.

If demons dare to attack mortals, they must have the consciousness of annihilation.

Uncle Jiu nodded in agreement.

"Really a monster?"

Mao Shanming's expression changed wildly, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks.

"If you're afraid, you don't have to follow."

Looking back at Mao Shanming who was following, Qin Hao grinned.

"Afraid? Who is afraid?"

After hearing Qin Hao's words, Mao Shanming died with a hard mouth.

Seeing Mao Shanming's appearance, Qin Hao couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Yongle Palace is located at the southernmost tip of Izumo City.

Generally speaking, Taoist temples are not built in lively places in the city.

Those who practice cultivation, pay attention to quietness, in order to get rid of the chaos of the world.

Therefore, most Taoist temples are built on famous mountains.

Qin Hao and Ninth Uncle didn't use their magic power, but just watched the flowers, as if they were just here to play.

After all, both of them had to take into account Mao Shanming, who was following behind him like a follower.

Because the walking speed is not fast, when the group came to Yongle Palace, the sky was already dark, and the silver moon was hanging above the star-studded sky.

Qin Hao and Ninth Uncle walked side by side, stepped forward generously, and knocked directly on the door of the Taoist temple.

"Come on, don't knock!"

An impatient voice came from behind the door.

Not long after, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded.

With a creak, the door opened.

A middle-aged Taoist figure stood behind the door: "It's so late, what's up with you?"

"Love the night!"

Qin Hao's complexion is soft, which makes people feel good after seeing it, and his voice is warm.

"Lodging?"

The middle-aged Taoist was obviously stunned, looked at Qin Hao a few times, and then glanced at Jiu Shu and Mao Shanming: "There are inns and restaurants in the city, and the environment is much better than our Taoist temple, why did you come here?"

"I met thieves on the road, the money bag was stolen, and I am now penniless."

Qin Hao lied without blinking his eyes, and said with a smile: "I heard that the real person Lingxiao of Yongle Palace is kind-hearted and kind, so he thought of staying for one night, and hoped that it would be convenient."

Listening to Qin Hao's words, even Ninth Uncle couldn't help but raise his brows, and Mao Shanming even twitched his facial muscles.

Judging from their expressions, they should all complain that Qin Hao is a big liar.

"Sorry, the room is full."

Who knows, Qin Hao is so flattering, the middle-aged Taoist still looks impatient, and he looks back directly and exhorts people: "Come on, don't scold here."

Having said that, the middle-aged Taoist priest is about to close the door.

However, at this moment, an old voice came from the courtyard: "Qinglian, who is outside the door?"

"Ah?" The Taoist priest known as Qinglian trembled, and fear flashed in his eyes.

He desperately winked at Qin Hao and responded, "Master, it's nothing..."

"We're here for the night."

but.

Before Qinglian could finish speaking, Qin Hao hurriedly said, "Is it convenient?"

"Hey, why don't you listen to the persuasion." Qinglian looked anxious, staring at Qin Hao, hating that iron is not steel.

However, the old voice in the courtyard sounded again: "It is a guest from afar, how can Qinglian wait for the guest slowly, and not hurry to clean up the room."