Republic of China

Chapter 26 Zi Zheng raises the coffin
So many questions lingering in my mind.

But no matter what, it is at least certain that the corpse oil was poured down for a short time, which shows that the mastermind behind it has a certain understanding of the Li family's situation.

"I'm so numb! What evil did the old Li family do?"

Zhao Sanyuan cursed angrily and was about to rush back to the mourning hall.

Unexpectedly, there was a confused exclamation from behind.

"Brother Sanyuan, why are you killing chickens in the middle of the night?"

Li Wansong, who was wearing mourning clothes, came over, followed by his father Li Guyu, who was also confused, especially when he saw the bloody look on the boy's face, as if he didn't understand what was going on.

Only then did Zhao Sanyuan remember that the two men had gone to mobilize troops to catch wild cats and dogs for public and private purposes. It seemed that they had just returned with the troops and were covered in dust.

Just when I was about to answer, I suddenly heard an explosion in the mourning hall!
The old man in longevity clothes ran away. Fortunately, Kang Muang hid quickly and ran out of the mourning hall with the mahogany sword and talismans.

Mr. Li's father and his son were so frightened that they almost lost their minds and retreated continuously.

Especially young Li Wansong.

He guessed in his heart that tonight might be uneventful, but he never imagined that it would be such a scene.

"What's going on? How come my grandfather is as purple as the Eggplant Gang? No! How is my grandfather alive!?"

Zhao Sanyuan threw the salt jar to Li Wansong.

Now that this unlucky father and son have bumped into each other, they shouldn't be idle.

The instincts of Zi Zong and Yin Zombie are similar. They will choose their direct descendants to attack and absorb their spiritual fire to increase the corpse's energy.

It would be better to use local materials and use them as bait to attract Zi Zhan's attention, and then he and Lao Kang would choose the opportunity to kill Zi Zhan.

"Maybe the old man didn't live long enough. You can use it to defend yourself and let him go at the critical moment."

Salt is the first of all flavors.

Represents purity and squareness.

The ancients would suffer from vomiting and diarrhea after eating spoiled food, and maybe everyone would die. However, after adding salted pickles and bacon, they not only feel alive and lively, but also have a wonderful flavor blooming on the tip of the tongue.

Therefore, salt has the ability to preserve all things forever, and it has also become a symbol that can purify all corruption.

To put it bluntly, Zi Zheng is just a corpse, and his body is still a decayed thing.

Therefore, salt is a good tool to drive away ghosts and evil spirits.

As he spoke, Zi Zheng rushed out.

He didn't jump or jump, and he didn't move slowly. His speed was no different from that of a strong young man.

Seeing Li Wansong, his direct grandson, Zi Zhan ignored Kang Muang at the door of the mourning hall and swept over with evil aura.

Li Wansong was so shocked that his hair stood on end. He followed Zhao Sanyuan's instructions without saying a word.

Fine salt particles splashed in mid-air, like a sky full of stars.

The effect was obvious after it was splashed onto Zi Zhan's body. The exposed purple skin was penetrated by dense holes and emitted green smoke, festering and frightening.

Zi Zheng hugged his face and howled wildly. He instinctively slapped the fine salt grains on his body desperately, but this thing could not be cleaned quickly.

"Master! Don't blame the eldest grandson, he really had no choice!" Li Wansong, who was surviving the disaster, gasped.

But he saw Zhao Sanyuan looking at him like he was mentally retarded.

Just like how he usually looked at Kang Muang.

"I told you to spread the fucking salt, not to pour it on me!"

"There's only one can in the kitchen, and you poured it all away when you came up?"

"What kind of family makes you such a disaster!"

Things like salt were not completely popular even in the Republic of China.

Collusions between corrupt officials and salt merchants abound, and there are countless examples of monopolizing and selling private salt at high prices.

Ordinary people have to be careful about their food, not to mention how many pinches of salt they put in each meal.

As for the fine salt with better quality and better taste, ordinary families have never seen it and have no money to afford it.

The handful of fine salt that Li Wansong poured out was enough for an ordinary family of five to eat for at least half a year, which was too wasteful.

"You didn't say you wanted me to stay—"

Before he finished speaking, Li Wansong's aggrieved mood was instantly replaced by fear.

Zi Zheng roared and fell from the sky, slamming Li Wansong to the ground.

Zhao Sanyuan, who was nearest, picked up the stove hook and stabbed Zi Zheng in the chest. After all, this thing was relatively easy to use.

But before he could succeed, he was swung three meters away by Zi Zhan.The fight at the opening of the altar had already consumed a lot of energy, but this time he was knocked away with great force. Zhao Sanyuan felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.

"Ahem, your hands are so damn strong."

Zhao Sanyuan was thrown away, and Li Guyu collapsed on the ground out of fear.

There is only one useful person left.

At the critical moment, Tao Mu's sword struck with force, just lying across Zi Zheng's bloody mouth.

Kang Muang adjusted his glasses frames.

It's not that he's just posing, it's because he is severely short-sighted and has astigmatism. Once his glasses fall off, he will be completely ruined.

Looking at the extremely close purple zombie monster, Li Wansong's heart almost jumped into his throat, and it was difficult to stay rational.

"Brother Kang! Can I go out and pull the soldiers over? Can't it be destroyed by dozens of guns? If the gun doesn't work, I'll find a way to adjust the mountain cannon!"

Because of his filial piety, Li Wansong could not carry a weapon, let alone a gun, not even a bayonet.

Kang Muang swallowed his saliva when he heard this.

Filial enough.

What a great grandson.

Before my grandfather arrived for the first seven days, he thought about firing a gun in salute.

Even the mountain cannons wanted to pull over and blast them.

click-

Zi Zheng bit the peach wood sword into pieces.

The fragments pricked the flesh and oozed black and red cold blood.

In an instant, Kang Muang discovered a serious problem from the flying debris.

Where is the peach wood sword here?
The inside is all made of pressed wood residue, and the outside is just painted with a layer of red paint!
It looks shiny, but in fact there is nothing you can do!
"Black-hearted businessman!"

Kang Muang was slapped hard by Zi Zheng and hit the wooden pillar of the corridor hard. The pain made him dizzy.

The swordsman is upright.

A sword dance moves all directions, and the heaven and earth are lifted up for a long time.

Peach is the essence of the five trees. Taoists also call it fairy wood, subduing dragon wood, and ghost wood.

It is a symbol of keeping the house away from evil spirits, driving away evil spirits and bringing good fortune, health and longevity. It is the most widely used material for exterminating evil spirits and making ghosts.
During the Han Dynasty, people carved peach seals and hung them on doors, which was called peach seals.

In the midsummer month, all things are in full bloom, and in the summer solstice, the yin energy begins to bloom, fearing that things will be lost.

It is said that thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches, which has a central meaning.

The most famous one is undoubtedly the mountain-holding sword of Wudang Mountain in Daoting. It has experienced countless winds and rains and is covered with dust, but it still remains uncorrupted.

No one knows how many years it has existed. Many people say that it was the divine sword used by Lu Zu to kill demons.

Whether it is or not is unknown now, but it is certain that the Taomu Sword is useful.

The premise must be peach wood, not wood residue.

"Ahhh-!"

Terrible screams pierced the night sky.

Zi Zheng's claws had pierced into Li Wansong's shoulder blades, and blood flew out.

In terms of strength, all the people present combined may not be Zi Zhan's opponent.

But Kang Muang didn't back down, knowing very well that with Zhao Sanyuan's huge consumption, he could only rely on himself more.

Holding back the pain, he rushed towards Zi Zhan again.

Three talismans are in hand.

It was the means he had prepared in advance.

Two pieces of ghosts can ward off evil spirits and bring peace to the house, and one piece of the Four Saints of the North Pole can ward off disasters.

Taking advantage of the gap when Zi Zheng didn't turn around, Kang Muang attached all three talismans to its back.

Especially the Four Saints of the North Pole disaster relief talisman, which was close to the back of my heart, and I immediately pressed the hand to activate the talisman.

"fight!"

(End of this chapter)