Chapter 87 Fighting Zombies! 2

"Ao, Ao, Ao, Ao, do it, do it..." Several people recovered and stood in the four directions of east, west, north and south respectively. They turned up the noose. The white Erluzi took the lead in taking action. As soon as he threw his wrist, the black iron hook came out of his hand and threw it on the waist of the crocoil. The hook was quite heavy. So that the remaining momentum did not diminish, and he circled around the dry manger's body for several times before hanging down. The other three people learned from his appearance and also took action one after another. In a short time, the dry mantle was tied into a meat zongzi. The four people looked at each other, and then pulled their hands into the rope and pulled back fiercely. Under their pull, the rope was suddenly pulled. The tension is tight, and the drought is pulled in place and can't move.

"Roar..." The drought hissed fiercely, left Wang Weizhen and pounced on Bai Erqi.

"Change the array, change the array!" Wang Weizhen didn't see it well and hurriedly pointed it out. Needless to say, the four people began to be trained by Zhang Enpu. Now it came to the critical moment of life and death, and the beginning gradually disappeared. As soon as they saw the drought, the two people who controlled the rope in the opposite direction to the white immediately increased their wrists and carried the rope on their shoulders. The old cow pulled it like a cart, and Bai Er. The leper and the Black Mountain retreated a few steps in a row and tightened the already loose rope again. In this way, the drought was fixed again.

The unique skill of this rope is not exclusive to Tianshi Dao. The root cause is the trick developed by the Taoist priests of Maoshan School. When zombies are mentioned in later movies, it involves the corpse chaser, and then the Maoshan Taoist priest, which is not unfounded. Now it's liberated, let's break the superstition and not mention it. In ancient times, the Maoshan Taoists mainly did to drive away corpses. The scope of activities of "corpse driving" was actually very small. It was limited to the mountainous areas in western Hunan. In the Yuanjiang River basin in western Hunan, most of them were high mountains. During them, the roads were rugged and it was very inconvenient to walk. If they wanted to carry the corpses back to their hometown with a coffin, it would be even more troublesome. Many people who work here to make a living mostly entrust their relatives and friends before their death to transport the corpses back to their hometown for burial, so as not to be buried in this desolate mountains. In order to avoid bumping the bumpy road between the mountains with a coffin, this unique method of carrying coffins came into being in the hands of Maoshan Taoist priests.

Since it is to transport the corpses, there are naturally many unstable factors. The corpse transformation is one of the common occurrences. This rope is one of the ways for Maoshan warlocks to deal with the corpse transformation. After all, not every Taoist priest is as awesome as Lin Zhengying in the movie. Zombies are savage. If they go hand-to-hand, they fight hand. , I would definitely suffer losses, so I thought about this method. First, I trapped the zombies, and then put a spell to suppress it, which would be easy to do. Zhang Enfu handed over this rope array to the four strong men, which was also useful.

The drought is completely hysterical at this time. The closed eyes suddenly opened, with a bleeding red light, splitting, the long tongue was sticking out, and the ten long nails flashed black. Looking at this appearance, it has obviously evolved to the highest level of zombies: the king of drought, Wang Weizhen has no bottom in his heart. After all, it's just something you've heard of, mother, the best, this is definitely the best among zombies!

"You... Don't look at me. I'm scared. I don't like you!" Wang Weizhen clenched the mahogany sword with both hands, and his lips trembled. Although the drought will be tied for a while, the thin camel is bigger than a horse. He really doesn't know where to stab this little sword in his hand. He looked around here, and the Bai Erqizi was overstretched. He came from a peasant family and grew up with hard work. Two bundles of firewood were picked from the front mountain to the back mountain, which was not discussed at all. But now, he obviously feels that he can't stand it anymore. Although the Taoist priests in Maoshan used the clever lever principle in the rope, they can't help but have such great strength. The two arms of the white man grabbing the rope have been full of muscles, and the blue veins are like huge earthworms, bulging there. The cloth shoes under my feet rubbed the ground. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that not only the arms will be broken, but also the soles of the shoes will be worn out. The other three people are not as strong as Bai Erji, and they can't catch their breath anymore. They are all supported by a belief.

"Wang...Wang Banxian, come on, we can't support it!" Bai Erzi exhaled and said intermittently. Wang Weizhen took a look and knew that he could not hesitate, otherwise everyone would be finished. With a grin, the strength of his whole body penetrated into the mahogany sword and rushed to the drought like a small locomotive.

He didn't know that this drought had become the king of drought, and naturally he had a little IQ. Over and over, he also saw that these guys were poor, so he laughed even more. As soon as the ten black and bright nails moved, they pulled the two rope-pulling guys and knelt on the ground. The mahogany sword, which was previously regarded as a hidden weapon by Wang Weizhen, also automatically jumped out of the dry body. With a 'pop', it was wiping Wang Weizhen's nose bone. The bridge of the human nose was the most fragile place, and all of a sudden, Wang Wei It was so smoky that he lay down with a whine, and tears came out. The drought roared several times and suddenly broke free from the rope. First, the two strong men bumped into the wall with a 'bang'. Looking at the blood spray on the mouth, it can only be described in two words: that's bold! It's really worse than breaking a big stone in the chest, and it directly loses its combat effectiveness.

"Mom!" Bai Erzi and Heishan looked at each other and saw the fear in their hearts. They didn't care about the rope. They directly bypassed the glutinous rice field and ran madly into the house.

Over there, Wang Weizhen got up from the ground, covering the bridge of his nose with his wide sleeves, and his face was pale. It was uncomfortable to look like that. Two strands of black and red blood came out of his fingers. Wang Weizhen curled his mouth and quickly wiped it. As a result, his hand was neither light or heavy. As soon as he touched the wound, he said 'Ouch' again, and his legs were soft and fell to the ground.

He fell impartially and happened to fall in front of the drought. When the drought smell smelled blood, he immediately grinned at Wang Weizhen. This scared Wang Weizhen. After all, this thing bites people, and it's not for fun. He wanted to pull out his legs and back his legs, but he felt that the roots of his legs were sour and astringent, but he couldn't exert his strength. He was so anxious that Wang Weizhen's cold sweat soaked his back. His hands kept scratching left and right, but he couldn't catch any of it. Seeing that the drought was close at hand, Wang Weizhen just caught a glimpse of his shoes at the corners of his eyes. At that moment, he took off the cotton shoes on his left foot with lightning speed. Regardless of him, he sent them directly to the dry shark's mouth. At this moment, the drought shark's mouth was also open. This time, he just bit it. I lived in Wang Weizhen's stinky cotton shoes. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Weizhen hurriedly turned over from the ground and retreated.

"Ouch, my Mr. Wang, are you hurt?" Heishan walked to the door and saw Wang Weizhen rolling over like a gourd. His hands and eyes were quick, and he helped Wang Weizhen up.

When he stood up, Wang Weizhen didn't care about his image. He pointed to the halberd with his hand and said, "Come on, stop this thing, stop this thing!"

"Stop..."

"Stop!" Bai Erluzi and Heishan quickly echoed, but as soon as he blurted out this sentence, he found that Wang Wei really looked at himself and then looked at the two seriously injured guys on the ground.

"Wang...Wang Banxian, who stopped this?" Bai Erqi said hesitantly.

"Nonsense, do you think I can go up like this? Go up and block for a moment and wait for me to take a breath!" Wang Banxian's beard trembled, and it seemed that it really didn't work.

"That...you..." Although Bai Erqi was simple and naive, he was not stupid. He hurriedly looked at the Black Mountain, which was sharp and held Wang Weizhen: "Lao Bai, don't worry, I'm here to take care of Wang Banxian."

At this time, what else did the white man have to say? He gritted his teeth, patted his chest, and jumped down the steps with a crossbar on the ground. In the yard, the dry man vomited out the broken cotton shoes in his mouth and rushed over. Seeing that it was not his head, Bai Erzi shouted, closed his eyes, and swept the Hengmu along the waist of the drought. Although this horizontal wood is not the kind of goods that builds the beams of the house, at least it is also the backbone of supporting the haystucks. It is held in the hand, at least fifty or sixty catties. Ordinary people can't make a fancy at all. This suddenly hit the drought, just like the big mountain pressed on the chest. If it had been a long time ago, his qi and blood would have been churning and his internal organs would be cracked. But this dry matter was useless. As soon as the hand with black nails grabbed it, it tore open the hard log, threw it to the side, and threw the white dick directly out with the log.

Bai Erzi fell on the bluestone steps and his forehead was also broken. Seeing that the immortal drought came over again, he shouted repeatedly, "Wang Banxian, are you ready? Do you have to say something!"

"Prepare for a fart and run away!" Wang Banxian spit on the ground and cursed.

Bai Erzi got up in pain, looked up at Wang Weizhen, gasped and said, "Why did you run out? At least you are also a great immortal. How can you run away when you see a ghost!"

"Damn it! Do you know what that thing was just now? That's a drought! If you don't run, I'm afraid you have to explain it! Besides, isn't there Zhang En Pu's backup in this room?" Wang Weizhen turned around and said with a sad face.

"It's not enough to just run. Half Immortal, do you still think of a way? The speed of this drought is too fast. It must be supported by one person, otherwise the three of us will have to explain together!" Bai Erqi said.

Wang Weizhen thought about it, and it was also reasonable, so he shook his head: "Forget it, you and Montenegro help the two brothers in first, and I will consume it and give Zhang Tianshi a little combat effectiveness."

"It's up to you, Wang Banxian, buddy, I'll withdraw first. If anything happens, I will burn you more tickets so that you can get a Wang group or something below!" After saying that, Heishan and Bai Erqi dragged the two and a half injured people into the room.

"I fuck your grandma!" Wang Weizhen jumped and cursed, but before he could answer the second sentence, he felt a fishy wind coming to his face. He was wrong and flashed the drought to the side.

"Wh, it's not over!" At this moment, Wang Weizhen was facing the back of the drought. His feet exerted force and suddenly jumped up from the ground. His upper body itched backwards, and his crotch bones stared forward. There was a beautiful side kick in mid-air, which hit the back of the drought and kicked the drought. Taking this opportunity, Wang Weizhen picked up the previous one that had broken the bridge of his nose. The mahogany sword danced three sword flowers, and then killed them.

I still don't believe it. I beat the master to death with a random stick, and we will be consumed by the drought today! Holding this idea, Wang Wei's timidity in his heart gradually disappeared. He found that although the drought was fast and invulnerable, his brain was not very good. In other words, he was a little brain-damaged, so he relied on three points of heroism and exerted the skills he had learned from his master one by one for a while. , it's really comparable to the drought.

In the room, Zhang Enpu and Major General Liu pulled the two injured men into the inner room and casually ordered Bai Erlu to ask him to feed them some internal injury medicine, and applied some safflower oil and didn't care about anything.

"Zhang Laodao, I said that Wang Banxian is still outside..."

But Zhang Enpuri just reconciled the cinnabar in the barrel and did not answer Liu Dashao's questions.

"Hey, hey, you..." Liu Da Shao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and then circled back and forth.

"What's wrong with me?" After mixing the wooden barrels of black dog blood, male yellow and other miscellaneous things evenly, Zhang Enpu straightened up and looked at Liu Dashao with a smile.

"You..." Liu Dashao breathed a sigh of relief and almost choked to death: "At least the old man Wang is charging for you. It's good for you. No matter if you put him outside, isn't it saved?"

"What should I do!" Zhang Enpou's lips were upturned: "Don't underestimate Lao Wang. I think his ability is enough to last for five or six minutes." Then, he frowned: "It's right for Lao Wang to put the four of them in. No one expected that after sucking the blood of many people, the drought has gone up to a higher level and become the most difficult to deal with. He evacuates unrelated people. Wang Weizhen can delay with the drought king without scruples."

"Do you have a way to deal with this zombie?" Liu Dashao asked eagerly.

"I... don't!" Zhang En Pu shook his head.

"What?" Liu Dashao was completely stunned: "So what should we do? Well, let's form a team and catch the zombie.

"I haven't finished talking yet!" Zhang Enpou smiled and said, "But fortunately, the records of the Longhu Mountain Master of all dynasties have a way to deal with this thing, so we will never beat the water this time!"

Seeing that the time had come, Zhang En Pu immediately asked Liu Dashao to throw all the tables and chairs in the hall out of the door, and then closed the door.

Zhang Enpu walked a few charms on the door and the wall, sealed the room, then took out the black dog blood, yellow wooden barrel, threw two handfuls of cinnabar into it, shook it well, took out the brush and squatted on the ground to draw a line.

The yard was very lively at this time. There was a shout from inside, followed by a fierce cry, and then I saw a shadow rushing from the outside. The shadow was getting closer and closer. Through the faint light, Liu Dasho gradually saw that it was Wang Weizhen who was running over.

This Wang Banxian looked quite embarrassed at this time. His clothes were broken in several places. He grabbed the broken mahogany sword in one hand and covered the cloth pocket in the other. He didn't know where the scabbard of the sword had been thrown.

Wang Weizhen stumbled over and jumped the ferocious red man not far behind him. Obviously, Wang Weizhen failed to hold back the drought in the end, but angered it.

At this time, Zhang Enpu had painted the ground full of spells and was ming the inscription on the spell. Seeing Wang Weizhen running over, he hurriedly shouted at him, "Find a way to delay it and let me finish drawing!"

After saying that, the men moved faster.

Wang Weizhen was stunned. Looking at the movements in Zhang En Pu's hand, you can understand what he wants to do.

Zhang Enpu's work with such fanfare is probably setting up a very powerful formation! As the saying goes, I haven't eaten pork, and I haven't seen pigs running! He has also seen other Taoist friends say that, of course, it is not strange.

At present, Wang Wei sincerely took out a small sword made of copper money from his pocket, which was the last treasure passed on to him by the master. He bit his middle finger and wiped it on the sword. He raised his hand and threw it out at the dry sword behind him.

This sword is called "Pure Yang Sword". Because the copper money flows through many people's hands, the yang qi is very large. Coupled with the blood of Wang Weizhen's middle finger, the yang qi is even better. If you encounter ordinary "evil" or "resentment", you can basically make the other party kneel down and beg for mercy. But what I met this time is not that ordinary thing!

The "Pure Yang Sword" flew straight to the drought. The drought first retreated, then with a smile, stretched out his hand with long nails, and slapped the 'Pure Yang Sword' with a slap.

"I'd rather listen to ghosts cry than ghosts laugh." The voice of ghost laughter is not something that people can bear, and the sad laughter is creepy as soon as it enters the ear. With a slap, Wang Weizhen's "Pure Yang Sword" broke the red rope, and the copper money flew apart. However, the drought did not get any benefit, and was shocked by the "Chunyang Sword" and retreated more than ten steps.

The last stroke was finally finished. Zhang En Pu breathed a sigh of relief and put away the brush.

When Zhang En Pu saw that Zhang En Pu was ready, he didn't care about his manners. A "18 rolls on the spot" rolled over Zhang En Pu's feet.

The drought followed closely and rushed over with his teeth and claws.

The red lines almost covered the ground of the main hall, forming a large pattern. Zhang En Pu was painting and didn't know what the spell was. While drawing the line, Zhang Enpu also took out 28 copper coins and nine dark yellow charms and arranged in the array according to a specific orientation. Every time you put a copper coin or charm, put it on the top with a brush, and at the same time, say "ji!" in a slightly higher voice.

The red lines were drawn under Zhang En Pu's pen, not the dry red, but like the blood flowing in human blood vessels, flowing quietly along his wolf pen. As the formation is about to be finished, the red line is getting brighter and fuller. Slowly revealing a bright red light, the two people present were stunned.

"This is amazing! I'll see this old man playing this for the first time!" Liu Dashao muttered.

When Zhang Enpo drew a complete array, the red light suddenly disappeared. The whole array was silent, and the red line on the ground returned to dry red.