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

Chapter 321 Master and apprentice work together to force back the demonic energy

But it's strange to say, isn't this old woman's body not as good as those young people?

Why did the young people fall down, but the old woman still had the strength to move around.

Although Uncle Jiu was puzzled, the old woman grabbed his arm, so he had to squat down to check the six people lying on the bed.

There were almost blood stains on the noses and mouths of these six people.

After observing for a while, Uncle Jiu stood up, shook his head, with a heavy expression on his face, "To be honest, there is a demonic energy invading in your village. It is estimated that there are demons making trouble nearby, which directly affected the luck and even the air was affected by impurities. There should be toxins in the air I breathe, and I don’t know how to deal with this toxin.”

When the old woman heard that even the Taoist priests couldn't solve it, she became anxious, her pale and bloodless face was wrinkled in layers of sadness.

"My poor children, damn it is also my old lady, why are you targeting my children, God!"

The sound of the old woman crying, mixed with the howling wind outside the house, was like a ghost crying, making one's scalp tingle.

It's not that Uncle Jiu doesn't help, it's that he is really powerless.

The devilish energy here is unprecedentedly terrifying. If it is not serious, it is impossible to sense the devilish energy here in Yizhuang.

If there is a trick, the literary talent will not fall to the present level.

Wouldn't he be healed on the way?

Suddenly, Qiu Sheng ran in in a panic, "It's not good, Master, Wen Cai suddenly started vomiting blood. The blood is so dark. Now he can't even breathe. Go and have a look."

Uncle Jiu threw aside the curtain and hurried over.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of blood.

It smells exactly the same as in the old woman's house, except that the old woman has cleaned the house over there, so the smell is not so strong.

Putting Wen Cai's head straight, "A Cai, can you hear me?"

"A Cai?"

Uncle Jiu called softly, but Wen Cai kept drooping his head, and seemed to have lost consciousness.

At this time, bang!With a crisp sound, Qiu Sheng lifted his palm and dropped it, and five finger prints suddenly appeared on Wen Cai's pale face.

"What are you doing! Your brother is already like this, yet you still bully him?" Uncle Jiu reprimanded Qiu Sheng with a cold face.

Qiu Sheng had an innocent face, "Master, am I also worried about him?"

Uncle Jiu didn't continue talking to Qiu Sheng, but turned his head to look at Wen Cai, his eyebrows frowning into the word Chuan.

After looking at it for a while, he said in a deep voice, "Qiu Sheng, go set up the practice table!"

Qiu Sheng didn't dare to delay, he knew that Master was going to do this, and no one knew whether he could save Wen or not, but he had to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Master, incense candles, talismans, glutinous rice, cinnabar, etc. are all ready."

"Yeah." Uncle Jiu nodded, handsomely put on the Daoist robe, and walked straight to the practice table.

"The laws of heaven and earth are upright, evil spirits descend into the world, and the gods bless and save all suffering beings!"

Uncle Jiu recited the mantra, and stirred the lit talisman with the mahogany sword in his hand, drawing runes in the air one after another that ordinary people could not understand.

After a while, the sky thundered, as if the gods descended from the earth.

For Uncle Jiu's method, Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Cai from the side, and when he saw Wen Cai vomit blood, he quickly wiped it off with a cloth.

Han Feng, who was three kilometers away, and the black-faced Taoist priest in the same village, looked at the sudden change in the sky, and instantly understood that another Taoist priest had appeared in this demonic village.

……

Thunder rolls!

Under the demonic aura that filled the sky, on a broken thatched hut in the woods, a golden formation guarded the broken thatched hut.

Xiaohu grabbed Han Feng's clothes and begged persistently, "Master, I want to eat another chicken leg."

"No, it's not good for children to eat too much meat."

"No, I want to eat!"

Han Feng sighed speechlessly, and took out a fragrant chicken leg from his pocket and handed it to him, "It seems that I am too kind to you usually."

"Master, the thunder suddenly struck, could someone be doing it?"

Before Han Feng could speak, Xiaohu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly, "With such a familiar celestial phenomenon, I feel that the way of doing this is similar to that of Master."

"Could it be Uncle Nine coming!"

Han Feng reached out and knocked the little guy on the head, "Don't talk nonsense, you can call Uncle Jiu?"

No matter how old or young a child is, they have to be disciplined from the very beginning.

However, what Xiaohu said was right, Han Feng naturally felt the familiar aura of the majestic mana outside, and it was probably Uncle Jiu who came.

Such a big event happened in Chenjia Village, and the demonic energy was soaring, which must have disturbed Yizhuang, otherwise Uncle Jiu would not have known about this situation.

Suffice it to say, things have gotten worse here.

Walking to the front of the barrier, the thin barrier was impacted by the devil energy outside, as if it was about to break and then blocked back.

Han Feng sighed, he knew that this was not a long-term solution.

"Instead of sitting here and waiting to die, it's better to join hands with Master to suppress this evil energy first, and then go to Uncle Jiu."

Han Feng said to himself, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible.

Controlling the divine thoughts, lightly pinching the fingers, flicking towards the void, a small white paper man suddenly emerged, the little paper man flapped its wings, and flew towards the depths of the dense forest with aura of aura.

At the other end, Uncle Jiu, who was doing the practice, was suppressed by a powerful demonic energy.

He was still unable to perform Taoism as he wished, which hurt Uncle Jiu very much.

The key is that the internal strength has been reduced by more than half, and if he persists, I'm afraid that Uncle Jiu will encounter accidents himself.

If it wasn't for seeing Wen Cai's face turning black, I'm afraid he wouldn't last long, and Uncle Jiu would have stopped.

Just then.

A small white paper man slowly approached.

It fell lightly on Uncle Jiu's shoulders.

When Uncle Jiu saw it, he was overjoyed, and he slowly withdrew his technique, put his hands together, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting the paper figurine and holding it in his hand, after feeling it for a while, Uncle Jiu's face became brighter with a smile, "Great, your junior brother Afeng has already sensed our arrival, and he wants us to use magic power with him to suppress the magic power." gas!"

Qiu Sheng's eyes were red with excitement, "Then what are you waiting for, Master, let's get started! The demonic energy is too strong, I feel dizzy, and I can't hold on any longer. Brother Wen Cai just vomited blood again, Master!"

Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Cai worriedly, the situation was getting worse and worse, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

I only know that staying under this devilish energy for a long time will kill people.

Uncle Jiu didn't dare to hesitate, lit three sticks of incense, pointed in the direction the paper figurine came from, and began to cast spells.

The leaves rustled all around, and the cold wind blew in gusts. A master of Taoism like Uncle Jiu couldn't help shivering.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the surrounding air-conditioning dropped sharply, the air returned to normal, and the warmth of the world was finally there.

The magic energy was temporarily forced back by Uncle Jiu and Han Feng.

Chenjiacun temporarily regained its former popularity.

With Wen Cai on his back, Qiu Sheng followed Uncle Jiu all the way, and rushed to meet Han Feng without stopping.

Along the way, from the closed doors of every household in Chenjia Village to when finally some people started to walk outside, Uncle Jiu showed a long-lost smile.

Near a stake for tying horses, the master and apprentice finally met.

"Master, this is Brother Wencai?"

Han Feng saw the dying Wencai, with solidified blood stains hanging from the corner of his mouth, which made people feel distressed.

"Isn't it normal that you are lazy and don't practice well? When it comes to critical moments, you lose the chain. When you first entered the village, you couldn't bear it anymore. You were collapsed by the demonic energy, and you have to recover for a few days."

"When I came here, my teacher told me not to let him come with me, but he just didn't listen, insisting that I haven't seen you for a long time, and I will follow you when I miss you, and ended up like this. "

Uncle Jiu complained endlessly, without any regard for Wencai's feelings.

Hearing Uncle Jiu say that he was useless, Wen Cai, who had just woken up, was angry but unable to defend himself.

He could only stare at his eyes and move his lips.