Zombie Contract: Get zombie bloodline and Taoist body at the beginning

The curse disappeared, the vitality on Meiyouzi's body dissipated, and he fell straight down.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the task of killing Jiuju's Meiyouzi. You will be rewarded with one thousand merit points and the item Five Elements Spirit General, Wood."

After the system's cold voice finished speaking, Fang Yu had a small paper man in his hand.

This little paper man was green all over, palm-sized, chubby, and had densely packed talismans on his back.

Fang Yu took the Wood General Talisman with a smile on his face and would study it later when he returned.

The Five Elements Spirit Generals are divided into gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, each with its own power.

Each Spirit General Talisman has a high merit value, requiring five thousand merit points to exchange, and a set is twenty-five thousand. You should know that the Ma family's magic dragon technique is only ten thousand.

Of course, the use of the Ma family's magic dragon technique is related to one's own magic power, and there is also the dragon ball. Without the dragon ball, the power of the use is naturally much weaker.

"Finally dead!"

After carefully observing the corpse, Xiao Cui let out a long breath and came to Fang Yu's side.

"You are not a maid in Zhang's house at all. Who are you? If I am not mistaken, what you used before was a very rare flying sword.

In this world today, it is rare to be able to use flying swords."

Fang Yu came to the body of this beautiful oil man, raised his hand and waved, and collected the body with the Xumi ring.

"I am indeed not a maid in Zhang's house, and my name is not Xiao Cui. You can call me Miss Qing.

Don't be careless. We killed only the minions of the Jiujiu Sect. There are strong men of the Jiujiu Sect in the Dadao Medicine Shop."

Miss Qing reminded.

"This is not a place to talk. Come back to the funeral shop with me."

Fang Yu sensed that there was an extremely strong breath coming from a distance, so he turned and left.

Miss Qing glanced at the distance, pulled the corner of her mouth, showed a little sneer, turned and followed Fang Yu.

Arriving at Taoxiang, the entrance of the alley was filled with fog and the chill was biting.

"Strange, when did the Yin Qi in Taoxiang become so heavy? Many people died in the previous war. Didn't He Hai clean it up?"

Miss Qing stood at the entrance of the alley with a look of surprise on her face.

"That's because the evil Black Wind Granny of Balipo sent her men over. Let's go. I don't know if He Yingqiu can stop them!"

Fang Yu strode into the alley. Without He Hai, He Yingqiu might not be able to deal with it.

The Black Wind Granny of Balipo is not a good person.

Miss Qing sniffed and entered the alley with a frown.

There were two lanterns hanging in front of the Baishipu. The color of these lanterns was not white, but normal lanterns, orange-yellow in color, and the light emitted was faintly mixed with light gold.

Where the lights shone, the Yin fog was forced back. He Yingqiu stood in front of the gate with a pale face, holding a portrait in his left hand and a peach wood sword in his right hand.

This portrait depicts a man in a green robe. He looks to be in his forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, a gleam in his eyes, and a peach wood sword in his hand.

The portrait is lifelike, as if it has come alive.

In the fog ahead, many strange figures appear vaguely. These people are blurred, and the thick fog around them is rolling, as if they have come alive, turning into fog waves, and constantly rushing towards the funeral shop.

"Even if Mao Xiaofang's portrait is worshipped every day, it is just a dead person. How powerful can it be?"

A cold voice came from the fog.

The dark fog rushed over, and was illuminated by the orange lantern light, and immediately began to disintegrate, dissipating like steam.

"Don't know whether to live or die. Even if he has passed away, you can't deal with him!"

He Yingqiu gritted his teeth and looked coldly at the spirit in the fog.

At the same time, he glanced in the direction of the alley entrance, hoping that Fang Yu could come back as soon as possible.

The light of the hanging exorcism lantern will weaken over time, and the power contained in the portrait will also dissipate, all of which are consumed.

"The exorcism lantern can't last long, and the incense power contained in Mao Xiaofang's portrait is also consumed. The power is limited. I wonder how long you can last!"

A delicate voice came from the mist, a little harsh.

Suddenly, the wind whistled, blowing the exorcism lantern to sway, and the candlelight inside flickered, as if it would go out at any time.

There was a cry not far away, and the sound came from far to near, and a figure walked out from inside.

This person was thin, wearing black clothes and pants, all black, but the material was like paper, his face was extremely pale, wearing a round hat, and leaving a long black whip.

The man had blush on his cheeks and his lips were also extremely red, which was indescribably weird.

When walking, his heels did not touch the ground, and his movements were very light. He walked out of the mist and came to the funeral shop, grinning at He Yingqiu.

Not afraid of the evil lantern?

He Yingqiu's face suddenly changed.Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in black carefully.

There was a faint mist around the man in black, as if it was the mist that blocked the orange light.

The man in black grinned very exaggeratedly, almost to the back of his ears, but he did not attack He Yingqiu, but chopped at the lantern instead.

He Yingqiu had no time to stop him, and a lantern for exorcism was smashed by the man in black, and the candle inside went out.

The surrounding fog approached again, and He Yingqiu was covered with frost.

"Looking for death!"

He Yingqiu's face changed drastically. If the lantern went out, he would definitely not be able to deal with so many evil spirits alone.

He raised the portrait in his hand and aimed it at the man in black.

The man in the painting seemed to move, emitting golden light all over his body, and stabbed with a sword.

The man in black was unable to dodge and was stabbed by the sword light flying out of the painting. He stopped in place immediately. A big hole appeared in his chest. There was no blood flowing out of the wound, but a fire was lit instead.

Originally there was only a little fire, but the next moment it began to burn, and the flames surged wildly, instantly submerging the man.

In the flames, bamboo strips appeared faintly, and crackling sounds were heard in the flames, as if the bamboo was burning and bursting.

"Paper man!"

He Yingqiu showed a look of realization.

At this time, more paper men came out of the mist, all of them were exactly the same as the black-clothed man before.

These paper men had their eyes dotted and were controlled by evil spirits.

"Fang Yu, if you don't come back, I will collect your body!

These guys, my father is not here, pick on the weak ones?"

He Yingqiu gritted his teeth, put away the portrait, and took out a handful of incense from his waist behind him.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law, the precious incense drives away evil, retreat!"

The incense in his hand was ignited by the magic power, and he threw it forward, and the sandalwood sticks were inserted into the soil in front of the funeral shop.

The paper figures looked at the burning sandalwood and dared not take another step closer.

In their eyes, these burning incense sticks were like pillars of fire that shot up into the sky, and they dared not cross the line.

In the mist, a fat spirit walked out.

This was a short and fat man with a fat and round face, a slit in his eyes, and a grin.

He put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath, and his belly swelled up.

He opened his mouth and blew, and the wind whistled, and the cold wind swept in.

The sandalwood began to burn rapidly, and in less than a few breaths, the sandalwood was completely burned out.

More than a dozen paper figures laughed strangely and rushed towards He Yingqiu again.

He Yingqiu was sweating coldly, holding a peach wood sword, fighting with these paper figures.

But there were too many of these paper figures. He was hit on the back and fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to get up, another evil spirit came out of the mist, jumped up, and sat on He Yingqiu's waist.

He Yingqiu suddenly felt that his body became extremely heavy, as if there was a huge stone pressing down on his back, and he couldn't move at all.

Ghost pressing on the body!

"Boy, with your Taoism, you can't get away at all!"

The evil spirit sitting on his waist smiled and spoke.

At this time, the surrounding paper figures surrounded him, grabbed He Yingqiu's limbs and began to pull.

"Hurt my brother, you're looking for death!"

An angry shout came from a distance, and Fang Yu walked through the dark mist with the Buddha's palm in his hand.