Shimu frowned and looked at the direction where Qianhe and his group disappeared, feeling increasingly uneasy and hoping that Qianhe would not use the borrowed bag of glutinous rice.

"Master, the Taoist priest is ready for dinner~" Qingqing shouted from inside the room.

Simu immediately became energetic and pulled Jingzhou along: "Let's go, junior brother, let's go eat first."

Jiale nodded, "Qingqing's cooking is delicious."

Master Yixiu stretched out his right leg in front of Simu, blocking his way, "Taoist, my vegetarian food has a faint smell of birds, I'm afraid it's not to your taste. As for Brother Jing and Jia Le, they are not picky about their food, Lao Na

Of course you are very welcome.”

"Hmph, Pindao wants to eat something light today!" Simu kicked out the leg blocking his way.

This damn bald donkey has no chance of leaving his four eyes alone!

Jingzhou winked at Jia Le, and the two of them walked towards the house.

According to Yomume and Ikkyu's temperament, if they don't fight to win, the meal will be unsafe.

After spending nearly an hour finishing the fast meal, Jing Zhou and Si Mu said goodbye.

"Junior brother, are you leaving now?" His eyes were full of reluctance.

Jingzhou nodded, "I've been harassing senior brother for so many days, it's time to leave. Besides, senior brother Qianhe is traveling alone, I always feel a little uneasy and want to follow him and have a look."

If nothing unexpected happens, the royal zombie will definitely break out of the coffin tonight, not only killing all the masters and disciples of Qianhe, but even if Shimu holds a big sword and joins hands with Master Ikkyu, he will almost be killed by this royal zombie.

This royal zombie was a military general who guarded the frontier during his lifetime. In addition, he had a trace of royal luck, and once he transformed into a corpse, his strength was astonishing.

"Junior brother, you feel something is wrong too?" His eyes were startled.

People who practice Taoism have a heavenly mind and have early warning of disasters that ordinary people cannot have.

Even Junior Brother is feeling uneasy. Could it be that Junior Brother Qianhe’s trip is extremely dangerous?

"Junior brother, go first, I'll be there later." Shimu turned around and walked towards the inner room where the ancestor is worshiped, leaving Master Yixiu alone and whispering to himself: "It shouldn't be, the corpse in this coffin is exposed to the sun, and the body will be destroyed."

The energy is much weaker, not to mention the ink lines painted on the bronze-horned gold coffin, so even if the body transforms into a corpse, it won’t be a big deal to Taoist Priest Qianhe.”

Jingzhou nodded, said no more words, said goodbye to Ikkyu, and followed Qianhe and his party away.

Not long after, Si Mu came out of the back room carrying a bunch of magic weapons and handed a short sword to Ikkyu, "Monk, this is yours."

Ikkyu took the dagger and said puzzledly: "I gave this to me, so what do you use it for?"

Could it be that the sun is coming out in the west?

Otherwise, when would Simu have such a good intention?

"Me? I'll just be casual." After saying that, Shimu pulled out a forty-meter-long sword from behind.

"Ah?" Ikkyu was stunned.

Is this possible?

Just as I was about to say something, a strong wind suddenly blew.

The originally cloudless night sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds, and with a loud thunder, heavy rain began to fall at an incredible speed.

"How is that possible!" They were shocked. They looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Why does this rain come so quickly and so quickly?

To make matters worse, Chizuru listened to Ikkyu's words and removed the cloak from the bronze-horned golden coffin.

If the coffin gets caught in the rain...

Want bad things!

...

The dense forest miles away

"Oh, hurry up and set up camp, be careful not to get Brother Seventy-One wet!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm really pissed off~"

Wu Shilang was urging the guards to set up camp.

It rained heavily.

The ink lines on the golden coffin were washed away by the rain at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qianzhe's expression changed drastically. If the coffin was exposed to rain for a while, the zombies inside would not be able to be restrained.

He wanted to ask the guards to carry the coffin to the tent that had just been set up, but Wu Shilang, who did not believe in zombies, refused.

There is no time to care about the dead when all the living people are still wet in the rain!

Taoist priest Qianhe stared at the coffin, fearing that something might happen.

The heavy rain came and went quickly. When the ink pipe line was about to be washed away, the heavy rain stopped suddenly.

Taoist priest Qianhe breathed a sigh of relief.

It was at this time,

"Squeak~"

There was a sound from the golden coffin.

Taoist priest Qianhe looked towards the golden coffin and saw that the coffin lid was slowly being pushed up. The remaining ink lines on the coffin lid gave off a faint red light, and he was about to be pushed open by the things inside the coffin.

It was a dry hand, holding the coffin lid hard, trying to overthrow the lid.

"oops!"

Wu Shilang screamed in fright, and huddled in the newly pitched tent together with several guards.

"Get the rope, hurry up!"

Qianzhe roared loudly, jumped onto the coffin lid, pushed down the slightly propped up coffin lid, and then cooperated with four apprentices from the southeast, northwest, and wrapped a rope as thick as a wrist around the coffin.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise.
Chapter completed!