Reincarnation of Terror: a Hundred Times Reward

When he returned to the real world, he would greet the knocker who had frightened him for half a month!

Just when Lin Chuan was planning.

Bang!

There was a strange noise at the place where the old man's body was stored.

Lin Chuan was startled.

"It seems that the corpse has changed."

Lin Chuan stood up.

With the eyes of the sky open, as expected, a sudden increase in the evil spirit.

Obviously, the coffin was opened, causing the corpse gas in the coffin to leak out.

According to the original plot, Qiu Sheng and Wencai failed to play the ink fountain at the bottom of the coffin, causing the zombie to break out of the coffin.

It killed Master Ren and hurt Wencai.

However, after being reminded by myself, this matter should be avoided.

But when he thought of the unreliability of Wencai and Qiusheng, Lin Chuan felt a little worried.

So he took a step, approached there, and went to see the situation.

When they arrived at the door, they happened to see Uncle Jiu who was also awakened.

"You found out too?"

Uncle Jiu stood still and saw the extraordinary eyes of Lin Chuan.

My heart trembled even more.

It's only been a few hours. I didn't expect the other party to be able to use the eye of the sky so quickly.

"I just saw a cloud of evil spirit."

Lin Chuan nodded.

Afterwards, the two entered at the same time, their eyes falling on the coffin.

It was found that the ink fountain evenly filled the entire coffin, including the bottom of the coffin.

However, on the side board of the coffin, there is a black handprint, which is extremely conspicuous!

really……

The corpse has changed! .

Chapter Fifteen: Greatly Increased Strength, Independent Plan [New Book Asking for Flowers]

This black handprint is obviously the mark left by the old man Ren's dead body who stretched out his hand from inside the coffin and was injured by Mo Dou's masculinity.

"The plot really changed."

Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the original play, Uncle Nine was also alarmed to check.

But there wasn't a handprint to ring the alarm for Uncle Jiu.

It is precisely because of the relaxation of vigilance that zombies harm people.

"My Mo Dou has just reached Yang, he has just turned into a dead body, and his strength is weak, so he should not be able to get out."

"As for ordinary zombies, their strength is not too high. They cannot be fierce during the day, and they will surely fall into a deep sleep."

"But if he absorbs the blood of the person closest to him, his strength will be greatly improved, and it will be difficult to deal with at that time."

Uncle Jiu checked and felt that the zombie was still inside the coffin, so he felt relieved.

And in front of Lin Chuan, he boasted a few words about himself.

Hearing Uncle Jiu brag, Lin Chuan couldn't help but roll a blank look.

This ink fountain is indeed fine, but Uncle Jiu underestimated the unreliability of Wencai Qiusheng.

Without his reminder, there would be no ink fountain at the bottom of the coffin.

No matter how strong this ink fountain is, it can't be restricted to zombies.

"But it feels like it won't last for a few days."

Lin Chuan reminded.

"really."

Uncle Jiu nodded.

Every time the zombie tries to break the coffin, it will deplete Mo Dou's masculinity.

It's just a restriction, and it certainly won't last long.

"However, I have found another treasured place for my teacher, which can gather yang and disperse yin. As long as this coffin is buried, the corpse aura on Old Master Ren's body will be dissipated within a few days, turning him into an ordinary corpse." .”

Uncle Jiu smiled calmly.

In the past few days, I used the ink fountain to suppress it first, and when the time came, I could still cure this zombie.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Lin Chuan again, and said curiously, "By the way, you haven't rested yet? You don't need to work so hard, palm thunder is not so easy to grasp."

While talking, Uncle Jiu recalled.

It took him a few days to master the palm thunder.

Ten days.

However, considering Lin Chuan's talent, if he said ten days, he must be humiliating himself.

It's better to be shameless, let's brag about yourself a little bit, after all, the master also wants face.

"Hey, it took me a day or two to master it."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Uncle Jiu's serious and upright face, but he still said the words calmly.

"Do you master it in a day or two? Master is amazing!"

Lin Chuan sighed sincerely.