Zhijing was frightened out of her mind at this time.
She held the pure gold dagger tightly in her hand and fell to the ground.
Due to the heavy fall, he grinned and groaned in pain.
He wanted to get up, but due to the fear in his heart, his body kept shaking and he did not stand up several times.
"Brother Zhang, I brought you food."
Huitong pointed at Zhijing without looking at Zhang Shigui.
Zhang Shigui nodded: "Thank you, master."
Hearing what Huitong said, Zhijing's eyes were instantly filled with despair, her heart skipped a beat, and she finished secretly.
He said in a trembling voice: "Master, please let me go.
I don't want any of these treasures.
I don't want any of them."
Huitong smiled, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, monks don't lie.
You came to me yourself, so you can't blame me."
Zhang Shigui slowly walked up to Zhijing, stretched out his hands full of green pointed nails and grabbed Zhijing's neck.
"No" Zhijing stood up suddenly, turned around and prepared to run out of the stone room.
A low roar came from Zhang Shigui's throat, and Zhijing's body stopped suddenly.
His eyes were full of fear, and he found that he could not move.
"Let me go, let me go, please," Zhijing screamed.
He never imagined that his master brought him here to kill him.
Huitong closed his eyes slightly and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Hey, after all, it's been decades, and I'm really reluctant to let go, but raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a while, I need you today.
This is destined to be your destiny, and I will save it for you.”
Zhang Shigui slowly stretched his head to Zhijing's neck, then opened his mouth and bit it.
The moment he opened his mouth, a smelly smell sprayed on Zhijing's face.
Zhijing felt nauseated and almost vomited.
There was a slight "puff" sound, and Zhang Shigui's teeth penetrated the flesh of Zhijing's neck.
In an instant, Zhijing howled in pain.
The fresh blood made a "gurgling, gurgling" sound in Zhang Shigui's throat.
Zhijing's eyes became rounder and rounder, as if they were about to bulge out.
Her face became a bit whiter than a white paper, with no blood at all.
Her neck quickly began to rot, and the luster in her eyes also disappeared.
Start to slowly dissipate A minute later, Zhang Shigui pushed the dying Zhijing away.
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked to Huitong and said, "Master, I've finished eating."
Huitong glanced at Zhijing's body on the ground and nodded: "You stay here now.
In a few more hours, you can transform into King Zombie.
Remember, you must not go out now.
Your soul is still alive."
Looking for you, remember not to let him control your body."
"I understand."
Zhang Shigui nodded, the sternness in his eyes flashing away.
Suddenly, a trace of doubt flashed in Huitong's eyes, and the stern look that flashed in Zhang Shigui's eyes just happened to be caught in his eyes.
There is something wrong with this guy.
He obviously has control over him.
Why does he have that expression?
Huitong is a careful but suspicious person.
As long as he feels there is something wrong, he will get to the bottom of it.
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"Brother Zhang, do you want to merge with your soul?"
"No, I want to stay here and practice on the Dragon Vein."
Zhang Shigui said calmly.
A hint of joking flashed in Huitong's eyes: "By the way, I forgot to ask you yesterday, how much yang energy have you absorbed by sleeping in that museum for so many years?"
"Some living people come to see me every day.
Anyone who walks by the coffin will absorb a small amount of my yang energy, but they don't know it."
Zhang Shigui replied: "For decades, people who visit the museum every day No one knows how many there are.”
"When you were poached by those guys, I planned to sneak you back.
I didn't expect you to have such a good way to absorb Yang Qi there."
Huitong grinned, and a yellow card suddenly appeared in his hand.
The green talisman was quickly attached to Zhang Shigui's body.
For a moment, Zhang Shigui was startled, and then stopped moving.
"Haha, I have to refine you again.
It's not that simple to play tricks on me."
Huitong grinned and sneered.
Zhang Shigui was motionless, his eyes had no luster, and there was no expression on his withered face.
Looking at Zhang Shigui's body, Huitong reached out and touched it, sighing: "Oh, you are about to become the Zombie King.
If I can subdue your resentful soul and let your body and soul merge together, then I will You have the most powerful ghost zombie in the world, but the reality is always not what you want.
Your resentful spirit hates me so much and wants to kill me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hole opened above the stone chamber, and a figure appeared.
Fell down.
Suddenly, Huitong was startled, and then his face turned extremely ugly.
The figure who fell down was the old woman in black robe.
Just now she encountered another mechanism on the stone steps, and then fell directly through the rocks.
"Why is it you?"
Huitong stared at the old woman in black robe and said sternly.
The old woman in black robe patted the dust on her body and said with a sly smile: "Yang Huitong, didn't you expect that?"
"Zhang Ling'er, I really didn't expect that after all these years, you would still want to kill me."
Huitong laughed, his face full of pride.
The old woman in black robe pointed at Zhang Shigui's body and screamed: "Yang Huitong, you are a beast.
You seduced his wife behind my back, killed his whole family, and now you have turned his body into a zombie.
What are you doing?"
Going to the eighteenth level of hell” "Is there nineteen floors?"
Huitong asked with a sneer.
"I'm going to kill you" the old woman in black robe roared and rushed towards Huitong.
Huitong dodged away, looked at the old woman in black robe and said calmly: "We have both lived for thousands of years.
Even though we were once husband and wife, I don't want to kill you."
The old woman in black robe coughed angrily and violently, and her body swayed and quickly turned into a giant black snake more than ten meters long.
At this time, Wang Jian's side.
Zhang Shigui's resentful soul stared closely at Wang Jian, his eyes full of caution.
"Your wife and children."
Wang Jian smiled: "I don't feel that you are angry because you lost your wife and children.
As a ghost king, is it a bit ridiculous for you to let your wife and children come out to be cannon fodder?"
"You" Zhang Shigui pointed at Wang Jian: "You and Yang Huitong are in the same group."
"Who is Yang Huitong?"
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Wang Jian looked puzzled: "Is this the old monk Huitong?"
Zhang Shigui roared: "That's him, he is a thousand-year-old snake spirit.
The thousand-year-old snake spirit knows that I like snakes, so he gets close to me":