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

"Wait a minute!"

Fang Yu suddenly spoke, raised his hand and pulled He Hai aside, whispering: "Uncle He, don't you think Aunt Chunhua's brother is a little strange?"

He Hai hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Of course I know that he is possessed by a spirit, so we are in a hurry to go back. Don't worry, it's just some evil spirits making trouble, I can deal with it."

"Uncle He, but you lost an arm, your strength is greatly reduced, how about I go with you, or Taoist Zhang goes with you?"

Fang Yu was still worried, feeling uneasy.

He Hai smiled and said: "Although I lost an arm, I have practiced for more than 20 years, it should not be a powerful zombie. Don't worry, I can escape from the blue-eyed zombie."

He patted Fang Yu's shoulder, signaling him to rest assured.

Just when Fang Yu was about to say something, He Hai had already waved goodbye and left with Chunhua.

"Let's go back to the funeral shop. There are many things to do today.

I wonder how good is Zhang Daoyou's paper-making skills?"

He Yingqiu came over and looked at Zhang Ziling with a smile, his eyes rolling.

Zhang Ziling smiled slightly: "It's OK."

"That's great. My skills are not good, and Fang Yu is not good either. I can only rely on Master Zhang.

Don't worry, in the funeral shop, Master Zhang will not be treated badly. I guarantee that Master Zhang will not go hungry."

He Yingqiu let out a long sigh. It seems that he should be able to make a lot of money in the next few days.

At noon, Zhang the butcher delivered meat, and many people also delivered dishes. Even Aunt Li took the initiative to stay and help cook.

This Aunt Li was the one who quarreled with Zhuzi at Lai Fu Hotel. She was a widow with a child, but the child was taken away by the child's father's family, so her personality became very strange.

She was very good at cooking, and usually went to the restaurant to help. People in the town would also feel sorry for her and give her some work.

He Yingqiu knew that Aunt Li would definitely eat for free when she came to his house to cook. Considering Aunt Li's situation, he didn't say anything.

"Today, I made pork ribs stewed with potatoes, braised pork, bitter gourd scrambled eggs, green vegetables, and I also cooked mung bean soup. Is it okay?"

Aunt Li looked at the three teenagers sitting under the peach tree in the backyard, wiped her hands on her apron, and looked at them expectantly.

Fang Yu picked up a piece of pork ribs, which was easy to remove from the bone, soft and rotten, and contained a lot of spice flavor. He nodded with satisfaction.

He Yingqiu said: "Aunt Li, you have worked hard, sit down and eat together."

"Okay."

Aunt Li breathed a sigh of relief, sat down with a smile, and continued: "Tonight's meal may be late, I have to go to help, but don't worry, I will try my best to come back to cook."

"Aunt Li, if you are too busy, you may not help us cook, Yingqiu will do it."

Fang Yu picked up a piece of braised pork and looked at Aunt Li.

Aunt Li waved her hands and said, "How can this be possible? Your funeral shop is the hero of our Taoyuan Town. How can we let you do it? Don't worry."

After lunch, He Yingqiu started to get busy, and Fang Yu, in addition to replenishing the stock, was studying Taoist books next to him.

If he uses his own magic power, he can perform many things, and he doesn't need to exchange it with merit points.

After all, he wants to save 100,000 merits to exchange for the second level of merit Taoist body. He knows that to reach the second level, he must have a hundred years of Taoism.

For some spells, the deeper the Taoism, the more powerful they are.

"Here is also a record of strange stories. Most of the records in it are real events. You can read it as a story."

He Yingqiu threw a book with a worn cover to Fang Yu. It is better to say that it is a notebook than a book. There are even pictures in it.

Fang Yu opened it and was a little shocked. The pages inside were yellowed, but the things recorded seemed to be recorded in the first person.

Unknowingly, it was already dusk.

Many people came to the shop, mostly to buy money, paper, candles, some paper-made items, and even funeral clothes.

Although He Yingqiu was busy, he did not disturb Fang Yu.

Zhang Ziling even had time to wash some fruits and send them over.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Yu arrived at the backyard, flipped his palm, and summoned the flying sword.

Zhang Ziling saw Fang Yu commanding the flying sword to fly around in the yard, chuckled, grabbed the paper-made boy in front of him, took out the rune bamboo tube, and a spiritual talisman flew out of the bamboo tube and landed behind the paper-made boy.

The paper-made boy was shining with light and came to life instantly, but his skin was white, his face was wooden, and he had long braids, and rushed out of the utility room.

"Come on!"

Fang Yu stretched out his hand and pointed at the paper-made boy, and the sword energy around the flying sword rose to two feet, and instantly rushed straight to the paper-made boy to cut.

Zhang Ziling controlled the boy to dodge, and the flying sword cut into the air.

The boy was very agile under Zhang Ziling's command. Fang Yu tried to control him several times but failed to hit him. Blood oozed from his forehead.Fine beads of sweat.

It is already very difficult to control with mana, and it is not easy to hit the enemy.

This requires practice, and more practice. It is much more difficult than practicing shooting.

Especially the boy controlled by Zhang Ziling, like a ghost, dodging in the air without touching the ground.

After an incense stick of time, the sword energy around the flying sword dissipated and flew back to Fang Yu's palm. He sat down with sweat on his forehead, waved his hand, and said: "The mana is exhausted, and it is too difficult to control the flying sword."

"So, the magic weapon needs to be practiced more. Only by practice can you play the greatest advantage in the battle, and sometimes you can even turn defeat into victory."

Zhang Ziling raised his hand and grabbed it, and the paper boy flew into the utility room. The runes behind him flickered, lost their light, and returned to their original appearance.

Fang Yu drank a sip of water, looked at Zhang Ziling who was making paper cows in the utility room, and said with envy: "Master Zhang, what can't you do? I feel that you can do everything except giving birth to children."

Zhang Ziling smiled awkwardly: "In Qianyuan Temple, we did a lot of things by ourselves, but after going down the mountain, we know more."

He put down the paper in his hand and continued: "After we go down the mountain, we not only have to eliminate the evil spirits that are making trouble, but also deal with the soldiers of the Sakura Country who threaten the territory of Daxia.

They also have some warlocks, ninjas, and other extraordinary beings.

They even brought some evil spirits from the Sakura Country here, made them into spiritual weapons, and massacred them.

Many of my brothers and sisters died at the hands of these warlocks, and the weapons of the Sakura Country are more advanced than ours."

"One day, we will be able to drive them all out, but we have to wait a few years.

We do what we can, and we have a clear conscience.

Ordinary people have their own battles, and we have our own battles."

Fang Yu comforted Zhang Ziling.

He was only one or two years older than himself, and had experienced so much.

Zhang Ziling looked up, glanced at Fang Yu, and nodded.

Most of the shops on the main street were open. Zhang Qingyu and Chen Jiguo were walking on the street. A Biao followed closely beside them and whispered, "I have sent a message back to the Marshal's Mansion when the barrier disappeared. The master will definitely bring troops to support us.

There are zombies here, and there must be zombies nearby. We must catch some and bring them back."

"Master, Master, I am talking to you. What are you looking at?"

A Biao saw that Chen Jiguo did not respond, and looked forward. He saw two beautiful girls appear not far ahead. Chen Jiguo's eyes were stunned.

Zhang Qingyu gritted her teeth and looked at her fiancé with some resentment.

"A Biao, send Qingyu back to Zhang Mansion first, I will be back later."

Chen Jiguo retracted his gaze, looked at A Biao, and winked.