Zombie World: Sign in to Become Stronger

Uncle Jiu finished writing the final notice, took it in his hand and looked at it. After checking that there were no typos, he said with satisfaction:

"Clean up quickly and burn all these things. Time is running out."

"Oh, Master."

Qiusheng grumbled, still accepted the announcement, holding seven or seventy-nine masters in his other hand, and walked outside.

Then it was placed in a brazier and lit.

Soon, fifty thin sheets of paper were turned into ashes, and these papers contained special power. At the last moment when they burned out, a stream of extremely gloomy air suddenly appeared in the void, which just flashed past. After that, it disappeared again.

Although Xu Ce didn't burn it himself, his attention had always been on the ashes, and he was also curious how the **** did receive these announcements and masters.

And the extremely yin air that just appeared should be the medium of the guide announcement and the master.

"Master, it's finished."

Qiu Sheng twisted his aching body, yelled inside, then walked to Xu Ce and said:

"Big brother, there is a play in the big theater in town tonight, shall we go together?"

Xu Ce is speechless. This guy is really invincible. He was beaten up so badly. Now he still thinks about watching the theater. Of course, Xu Ce is definitely going to go. Qiu Sheng has always asked about it. He naturally said deliberately along the way:

"Yes, but today is the Ghost Festival of the Chinese Yuan Dynasty, do you think that the drama performed in the big theater is for ghosts?"

Qiu Sheng scratched his head and said:

"It's not like it, I haven't heard of it, don't hesitate, even if it's for a ghost, there is a big brother, just a small ghost, don't be afraid."

Qiu Sheng is a bachelor. He has seen the ghosts of the entire ghost circle in Renjia Town. Who is not respectful to Xu Ce? If it is really dangerous, it is the master in the family that is more scary.

Xu Ce shrugged and said lightly:

"Well, I haven't been to the theater for a long time, so it's just right to go and watch.

But you still have to say hello to Master. "

"Yeah, big brother is right, big brother, go and tell the master, I'll wait for you at the door."

The Qiusheng Chicken Thief smiled, afraid to enter the house, worried that he would be beaten again.

Xu Ce walked into the house, and Jiu Shu was still printing the last few coins.

Before Xu Ce could speak, Uncle Jiu said:

"Xu Ce's disciple, my teacher suddenly remembered, what did the fellow Wencai say he was going to do? He was busy beating Qiusheng, and the **** ran away."

"Master, Wencai said that he is going to occupy a place. There will be a big show in the big theater in the town tonight."

After Xu Ce finished speaking, Uncle Ji rolled his eyes on the spot, hammered his head super speechlessly, and said:

"This **** doesn't worry at all. He still takes up a position. Didn't he know that today's play was sung for ghosts? Add chaos!"

"Master, don't have to worry too much. Wencai is now in the mid-Qi refining realm. Even if he is alone among these ordinary ghosts, there is no danger.

In fact, the disciple thinks that it’s not bad to listen to the show sung for the ghost today, and it can be regarded as a long-term experience.

After all, not everyone has that courage.

And, the disciple also wants to see, oh, Qiu Sheng will also go with him, Master, are you together? "

Jiu Shu thought for a while, it seemed that Xu Ce's words made sense, and if he really didn't care about literary talents, he would still feel uneasy.

Watching a play with a ghost is indeed not dangerous to a literary talent in the mid-stage of refining qi.

However, if you think that the danger is just a little bit, then you are quite wrong.

The real danger lies in the ghosts who hold the ghosts in the sun. If the literary talent is stupid, he will be so careless that he doesn't even know how to annoy those ghosts.

In the end, Gui Chai got angry. When the Guimen Gate was closed, Wencai was collected into the underworld. It was no joke.

Even if Wencai could retain his sanity in the end, he changed from a living person to a dead person.

If something like that really happened, even if the Jiu Shu had a little bit of a relationship with the underworld, it would be impossible to restore the literary talent.

Uncle Jiu helplessly shook his head, heartbroken, and said:

"go together."

While speaking, Uncle Jiu had already begun to prepare magical artifacts.

Qiu Sheng looked at Xu Ce after a long time without coming out, and then ran in, just in time to see Jiu Shu preparing for something, his eyes widened and said:

"Master, what are you doing with these things? Are we going to fight?"

Uncle Jiu didn't have a good air:

"Be prepared! You also bring some."

Qiu Sheng looked at Xu Ce unclearly, and Xu Ce shrugged and said:

"Listen to Master's arrangement."

"Oh."

After a while, the three masters and apprentices locked the gate of Yizhuang, and then walked towards the town of Renjia Town.

On this day, the entire Renjia Town was surprisingly quiet. On the side of the road, you could see burning fires and piles of money paper burning to ashes from time to time.

There was an atmosphere of gloomy fear, and he could feel a cold aura that was completely different from usual.

As for the figure, the sky dimmed and almost no one could be seen.

"Master, this Zhongyuan Ghost Festival is really deserted, and you can't see a ghost."

Qiu Sheng looked around, feeling a bit boring. It's normal. Although there are not many people at this time, there are at least some small vendors' roadside stalls.

Before going out, I took out a little bit of the saved wages. I planned to make do with some snacks to make a midnight snack. Now it seems that I don't expect it anymore.

Uncle Jiu gave Qiu Sheng an angry look, and then took out two leaves from the bag that contained the magic weapon, and while reciting a Taoist formula, he dangled in front of Qiu Sheng's eyes.

Almost at the same time, Qiu Sheng shuddered all over, shivering wit.

The vision in his eyes suddenly changed. In the incomparably deserted sight a moment ago, a dense crowd appeared at this time, super much.

Compared with the busiest days in Renjia Town, it is much more.

Qiusheng recovered, his scalp was numb and weak:

"Master, I didn't let you open my eyes, so many people, no, so many ghosts! My God!"

"Don't talk nonsense, just pretend you can't see them, no matter who greets you, pretend that you can't see or hear!"

Jiu Shu didn't talk nonsense, and directly warned him.

"Brother, did you open the eye of the law? How come I feel that you are not afraid at all. The ghosts on this street are probably worth tens of thousands."

Qiu Sheng glanced at Xu Ce with a calm look, he should be the same as before, can't see anything.

Xu Ce said lightly:

"The eye of the law is always open. On your right, there is a sugar haws seller, and a left sells sugar candies. In front, there is a pretty good-looking female ghost glaring at you..."