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The direction that the grey-robed Taoist was facing was exactly where the big pot of blood was.

no doubt.

This big pot of blood must have something to do with this grey-robed Taoist priest!

Zhang Qingxuan quietly touched the roof where the gray-robed Taoist priest was, and silently lay beside the gray-robed Taoist priest.

The grey-robed Taoist priest was staring at the direction of the pot of blood, completely unaware of Zhang Qingxuan's arrival.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Qingxuan suddenly asked.

"Of course I'm just waiting for the rabbit, and drawing the snake out of the hole...Oh my god!"

The grey-robed Taoist replied subconsciously, but he reacted halfway through the words, and almost jumped up in fright.

However, after seeing Zhang Qingxuan also dressed as a Taoist priest, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He patted his chest, looked at Zhang Qingxuan with a frightened expression on his face, and said in a huff: "Friend Dao, when did you come, I am scared to death. Do you know."

"I thought I was caught by a praying mantis, and the oriole is behind!"

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Sit back and wait for the rabbit, lead the snake out of the hole...

After such a while, three or five idioms popped out of the gray-robed Taoist priest's mouth.

No doubt a little expert in idioms...

However, from this idiom, Zhang Qingxuan also heard some clues. He condensed his eyebrows and said: "Dao Fellow, are you using this pot of blood to lure some evil things?"

Hearing this, the grey-robed Taoist grinned, exposing a big yellow tooth, and nodded: "Yes!"

He pointed to the pot of blood and said: "I found a zombie king a few days ago. After searching all the way here, he was gone, so I made a pot of pig blood here."

"Zombies are extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. The smell of this big pot of pig blood is so strong. It won't be long before the zombie king will definitely get the bait!"

"When the time comes, I will make another move and kill it in one fell swoop!"

He said with a confident expression on his face: "This is what I said, lead the snake out of the cave, and wait for the rabbit!"

Seeing his utterly serious appearance, Zhang Qingxuan actually felt that this was a good method.

Until he asked: "How long have you been waiting for that fellow Daoist?"

Zhang Qingxuan originally thought that he had waited until now.

But without expecting it, the grey-robed Taoist scratched his head and replied: "Today is the third day."

The third day? !

Zhang Qingxuan's mouth twitched.

In three days, it is estimated that this pig blood stinks, it is really strange that it can attract the zombie king!

As if perceiving Zhang Qingxuan’s confusion, the grey-robed Taoist explained embarrassingly: “This, there is no way, now I can only wait here...”

Yes.

Can only wait...

In three days, if the zombie king hadn't stayed here, he would have already left the province.

If you want to find it again, it will definitely be impossible for a while...

Zhang Qingxuan realized that the aura on the gray-robed Taoist priest was not too strong, so he asked: "Then what is the cultivation base of the zombie king? If this is really attracted, you can be sure of it. Extinct?"

The snake was drawn out of the cave, and as a result, a prehistoric python was attracted and played himself to death. Judging from the shameful behavior of the gray-robed Taoist priest, it was not impossible.

However, after hearing Zhang Qingxuan's questioning, the gray-robed Taoist patted his chest bravely and boldly: "Pan Dao is a real person with a hanging mirror, a small zombie king, I can kill it!"

Real person? !

Some doubts arose in Zhang Qingxuan's heart.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He thought of something.

The female zombie bellyband from the last bronze lottery pool!

This stuff...

Should be able to use the vertex?

However, whether it is useful or not, it must be useless to keep it anyway.

Zhang Qingxuan flipped his hand, pinched the big red belly pocket, jumped off the roof, hung it on a big tree branch near the pig blood clearing not far away, and flew in twos or twos. return.

After lying on the roof again.

Zhang Qingxuan noticed the strange gaze of the real man with the hanging mirror beside him.

Turning his head and looking around, he was puzzled and said: "Friends, why are you hanging a piece of red cloth on the branch?"

Zhang Qingxuan replied: "Naturally, just like you, you, lead the snake out of the hole, and lead the zombie king to appear."

"Let the zombie king appear? Just your rag?"

The real person Xuan Jing seemed to have heard a joke, and he patted the roof under him and laughed loudly: "I am useless with such a big pot of pig blood. What use is it for you to hang a rag..."

And he hasn't finished speaking yet.

A strong suffocating wind suddenly rose, causing his voice to abruptly cease! *

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