Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Chapter 292 Qiu Duanqi, Han Feng secretly fed 8 pills to renew his life

Even Taoist Priest Qianqiu suffered such a big loss, Uncle Jiu was worried that Han Feng would go alone.

Thinking of Han Feng's just-improved cultivation, he couldn't help reprimanding him, "Don't think that you are too good to be in the Netherworld Realm now."

"Let me tell you, in our business, cultivation is one aspect, and experience is more important!"

"Your Uncle Qianqiu has debuted for many years and has many apprentices. Even he can't deal with a zombie, which is enough to show how powerful this zombie is!"

While talking, Uncle Jiu couldn't help frowning again, "How many times have I told you this as a teacher! Don't be arrogant! Why are you always disobedient!"

Every time he saw Han Feng being so impulsive and reckless in doing things, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but worry for Han Feng.

"You are like this, how can I let you go out alone as a teacher in the future?"

Uncle Jiu's worries are not unreasonable.

Young people, aren't they all proud and arrogant, and it's easy to be arrogant when they have a little achievement.

After being scolded by Uncle Jiu in front of so many people, Han Feng immediately shut up and stopped talking.

But his heart was warm. How could he not know that Uncle Jiu was worried that he would suffer a big loss in the future.

It will be too late to say anything if you end up like a Taoist priest Qianqiu.

Both the master and the apprentice had their own thoughts, and they didn't notice the other people in the room at all. They all looked shocked, and their eyes fell on Han Feng.

Depend on!no? ? ?

Just now Uncle Jiu said that this person is a Tongyoujing? !

How can it be!

I heard that Uncle Jiu has taken in a young apprentice who is very powerful and has never had a chance to meet him. Now it seems that it should be this young man.

However, Tongyoujing... this is a bit too...

Everyone didn't speak on the surface, but they had such thoughts in their hearts.

It was hard to imagine that the young man in front of them, who seemed to be about the same age as them, turned out to be a master of seclusion.

That is to say, those words came from Uncle Jiu. If it came from Han Feng himself, no one would believe it.

"Uncle Jiu, this junior is your little apprentice Han Feng, right?"

Daoist Qianqiu's big apprentice, A Ming, couldn't help asking.

Uncle Jiu nodded, "That's right, I was too anxious just now, so I didn't bother to introduce you, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai went to town, and they haven't come back yet.

This is Han Feng, your junior brother. "

"Uncle Nine! Is he really in the Netherworld?!"

Amin opened his mouth slightly, still with disbelief on his face.

Uncle Jiu straightened his chest and straightened his waist. Looking at Han Feng's proud face, it was time to act aggressively again. At this time, Uncle Jiu never let go of any opportunity.

"It's nothing, Afeng is a talented kid, and with the training of your uncle and me, he has indeed improved a bit recently, which is normal."

When Han Feng heard this, he burst into laughter.

Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, it has to be you!

In terms of the highest state of pretense, it has to be your ninth uncle.

After listening to Uncle Jiu's words, the rest of the nephews envied Han Feng.

They have followed Daoist Qianqiu for several years, and their cultivation has indeed improved.

Before meeting Han Feng, they were also quite confident and arrogant.

But now, looking at Han Feng, he couldn't feel confident anymore.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level is Daoist Qianqiu's great apprentice, A Ming, who is at the fifth level of the Yuan Kaijing.

However, compared with Han Feng's cultivation, this kind of cultivation is like heaven and earth.

There is absolutely no comparison.

When Uncle Jiu said it so modestly, everyone envied Han Feng even more.

But this kind of envy is really not something they can envy.

Because if you want to reach Han Feng's level, besides talent and hard work, the most important thing is that you have to have a system.

Just when everyone was paying attention to Han Feng, Daoist Qianqiu on the bed suddenly coughed violently, tilted his head, and lost his breath.

This moment made everyone anxious.

All the disciples of Daoist Qianqiu knelt on the ground in unison, crying loudly!

"Master! You can't just leave like this!"

"What will we do when you leave?"

"Master, wake up! Didn't you say that you would take us to kill ghosts and eliminate evil? You can't just keep your word."

In the house, mournful cries sounded.

Aunt Cane, who was decocting medicine in the yard in shock, hurried back to the house.

"What's the matter? Senior brother?"

Aunt Cane saw the person on the bed motionless, her eyes turned red, and she burst into tears.

It happened to be standing beside Han Feng, and Han Feng was startled by Gu Gu's resonant voice.

Uncle Jiu turned his back and wiped away his tears.

There was a sad atmosphere in the whole room.

Depressed people can't breathe.

Only Han Feng was alone, quietly watching the people in the room crying.

Rolling his eyeballs, Han Feng reached out and touched the life-extending eight pills in his pocket, thought for a while and then let go of them and put them back.

"How to explain it?"

Every time I come up with something good, people around me will always question me.

Every time Han Feng could only excuse that he met some old immortal, saying that it was a gift from an old immortal, but if this kind of nonsense was too much, the other party would inevitably become suspicious.

After thinking for a while, Han Feng walked silently to the side of the bed amidst everyone's cries.

He stretched out his hand and tried it under Martial Uncle Qianqiu's nose, but there was no breath left.

At this time, the soul of Uncle Qianqiu should have gone to the gate of hell, right?

It doesn't matter, the effect of the life-extending eight pills, as long as the person has been gone for no more than three hours, they can be revived.

Uncle Qianqiu had just died, and Han Feng was confident in rescuing him.

Looking back at the crowd quietly, I saw that everyone was wiping their tears with their heads down. Han Feng was quick-eyed and moved very neatly to stuff the eight pills of life extension into Qianqiu's mouth.

Then pretended to cry on the opponent's body, raised Qianqiu's chin, and easily sent the pill into Qianqiu's stomach.

"Ah, my uncle, Uncle Qianqiu, why did you leave so well, even though we met for the first time, I didn't even have a chance to call you uncle, why did you leave just like that? My uncle, woo woo woo..."

Han Feng shook his hands and lay on Qianqiu's body, crying so clearly.

Good guy, if the son of Daoist Qianqiu was here, he probably wouldn't cry like Han Feng.

The cries of all the disciples were suppressed by Han Feng.

Uncle Jiu stepped forward and tugged at Han Feng's shoulder, "Afeng, please forgive me, your uncle, he, he has gone."

Han Feng got up, pretended to wipe his tears, and secretly observed the reaction of Taoist Qianqiu.

Waiting for the other party to wake up.

Soon, in less than a minute, Daoist Qianqiu frowned, with a painful expression on his face, and let out a difficult call from his dry throat, "Ninth brother... my throat is dry..."

The voice was so weak that it startled Uncle Jiu who was standing by the bed, crying with his face covered in his back.

I thought it was a ghost sound coming from somewhere.

"Master! Master! Uncle Qianqiu is awake!"

Han Feng shouted excitedly, reminding Uncle Jiu.

Everyone does not believe.

They all got up to check, only to see Uncle Qianqiu lifted the quilt on the bed, sat up straight, his gray and chapped lips moved, "Ninth brother, I'm thirsty."

Aunt Cane was the first to react.

Aunt Cane picked up the broom at the door and slammed it hard at Qian Qiu who was on the bed.

"You damned zombie, you caused my Senior Brother Qianqiu to leave us like this, I must beat you to death today!"

After being bitten by a zombie, the corpse turns into a zombie after death, basically it is considered to have inherited the zombie that bit the person to death.

So Aunt Cane was very angry.

Looking at Daoist Qianqiu on the bed, he thought it was Daoist Qianqiu's body changed after his death.

Looking at the tough Aunt Cane, Han Feng was startled. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and blocked the broom that Aunt Cane swung down.

"Auntie, he's not a zombie, he's Uncle Qianqiu."

Uncle Jiu didn't care about this, the soles of his shoes were already in his hands.

Is it okay to change the corpse? !

The sole of a shoe slammed on Qianqiu Daoist Priest's face.

Daoist Qianqiu had just woken up, his body was still very fragile, how could he stand up to Uncle Jiu's shoe soles, and he fell backwards again.

The rest of the senior brothers hid behind one after another.

Han Feng's head was full of black lines: This damn, I'm speechless...