It didn't take a while for Jin Qing to dig out the foul-smelling coffin.
Carrying the coffin on her shoulders, she decided to go back to Zheng Jiaqi and Zheng Jiayao's home before making other plans.
After looking around, Jin Qing found that he couldn't find the way down the mountain at all.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Jin Qing spotted a round figure behind a grave. He was trying hard to shrink himself into a small ball, trying to reduce his sense of existence.
This figure is none other than Lao Getou, who had just been driven out by hiding in someone else's grave to avoid trouble.
It turned out that Lao Getou saw Jin Qing squatting on the tree without moving, and was afraid that she was thinking of eating the bones of him, an earth-bound spirit who had practiced for four hundred years.
In order to take shortcuts, the cultivation method of big ghosts eating small ghosts to absorb spiritual energy has existed since ancient times. What's more, the complete skeleton of a little earth-bound spirit like himself who still has some practice is a great supplement to them.
So Lao Getou was so frightened that he didn't even dare to go home. He could only hide here and hope that she would leave on her own when she got tired of waiting.
You must know that a little earth-bound spirit like himself would not have embarked on the path of cultivation if he had not had an unexpected encounter.
If he were allowed to practice hard for several hundred more years and absorb more of the moon's aura, his soul might be able to return to his broken body, and he would be able to become a spirit or something like that.
At that time, my soul will no longer be bound to this small world. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could be free in the world?
But the prerequisite is to protect your own bones.
Before, Lao Getou was still secretly glad that he was lucky enough to be able to practice, but he never thought that his good days would come to an end today.
When he smelled the strong smell of corpse oil on Jin Qing's body just now, he knew that this person was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Now I see Jin Qing digging out her former house and preparing to take it away, which makes Lao Getou confirm Jin Qing's identity. It turns out that she is a thousand-year-old zombie, several levels higher than herself!
I heard others say that a thousand-year-old zombie has just been unearthed here.
I didn't expect it to be so small, but it happened to hit me. I really wanted to smoke myself to death. Why did I run out to smoke when I had nothing to do?
Jin Qing, who didn't know about Lao Getou's entangled psychology, was secretly happy that he had found a guide this time. A farmer like Lao Getou, who lives on the ground, must know the fastest way down the mountain.
Thinking of this, Jin Qing shouted to Lao Getou: "Come here."
Old Ge Tou cried secretly in his heart: He still wants to eat my soul! Fortunately, I have already divided a trace of my remaining soul into the bones. If I slowly take care of it, I may still be a good man in 180 years.
Lao Getou, who didn't dare to resist, walked slowly to Jin Qing, closed his eyes and said, "Eat!"
Jin Qing also said at the same time: "How to get down the mountain!"
Then the two people looked at each other in surprise and said at the same time again: "You want to go down the mountain?"
"You want to treat me to a meal?" Jin Qing felt hungry when he heard someone treat him to a meal.
But Lao Getou felt that he had heard wrongly: If this thousand-year-old zombie came down the mountain, would people in the world still have a way to survive? Should he write a letter of accusation to the mortal masters?
Jin Qing, who found that Lao Ge Tou fell silent again, no longer bothered about the meal.
Anyway, apart from incense candles, snakes, insects, rats and ants, this old ghost probably can't bring out anything delicious. In her current situation, the most important thing is to get down the mountain.
Patiently, Jin Qing asked again: "How to get down the mountain!"
Lao Getou mentally coded the names of masters who could subdue the thousand-year-old zombies. He was sad and angrily found that those masters who were famous hundreds of years ago may have become ghosts themselves now.
But Lao Getou, who was worried about the safety of the world, did not dare to deceive Jin Qing. After all, it is equally important to protect yourself. If you point the wrong way and are discovered by the other party, your soul may really be chewed up and annihilated, and not even the scum will be left.
After weighing the priorities for a long time, Lao Getou pointed a way down the mountain to Jin Qing.
Seeing Jin Qing rushing away carrying the coffin, Lao Getou shook his head and sighed.
Don't think that he doesn't know that there are no secrets on the path of cultivation.
Without the blood sacrifice of thousands of living people, it would be impossible to become a zombie. With that strong smell of corpses, I guess those who were sacrificed in the first place were all children!
It is estimated that after practicing for a while, the smell of this thousand-year-old zombie will fade away and it will be indistinguishable from humans. If Old Zongzi is really allowed to escape to the human world, I can’t even imagine what will happen!
If the world is really in chaos, it will also have an impact on your own practice in the future.
Anyway, the guy squatting on the road she just pointed out is not someone to be trifled with, and with her little ability as an evil cultivator, it’s not like she can smell corpses. I hope she can hold off this thousand-year-old zombie for a while. .
Anyway, neither of them are good people. That guy has also caused trouble to many people who come to explore. Sooner or later, he will attract the master to clean the place, and then he will definitely be implicated.
Thinking about it, I feel so sad for this little Earthbinder. I just hope they can fight to the death this time, preferably together, so that everyone is safe!
Shaking his chubby head, thinking about whom he should tell the dream about the unearthing of this thousand-year-old zombie, Lao Ge Tou got into the grave on the other side.
A random, rough male voice roared angrily: "Old Ge Tou, why did you visit me at noon? You're already sitting on my stomach!" (Ghosts' day and night are opposite to humans, and human beings' midnight is their noon.)
Lao Getou: "..." It's become a habit to blame others. I won't be able to find my own home in the future!
Jin Qing, who didn't know that he had been tricked by Lao Getou inadvertently, was running down the mountain carrying the coffin.
The rugged mountain road looked extremely quiet under the moonlight, and there was not even a sound of an insect in the entire mountain forest.
While running, an old lady kneeling there and burning paper appeared on the side of the mountain.
The old lady was wearing a white robe and a linen hat on her head. She was mumbling something unknown.
At the same time, he kept throwing the paper money in his hand into the charcoal basin in front of him. Scattered firelight danced in the charcoal basin, and occasionally there was a sound of sparks exploding, which was extremely obvious in the quiet mountains.
The weak firelight illuminated the wrinkled lips of the old lady, making her toothless mouth look even more dry.
Hearing the sound of Jin Qing's running footsteps and looking at Jin Qing, Jin Qing ignored him and ran past him carrying a coffin.
A cold light flashed through the old lady's sunken eyes: Here comes another one, enough to last a long time!
But these were not within the scope of Jin Qing's thinking. She only knew that she had to run home carrying the coffin all the way.
Jin Qing learned from Zheng Jiayao's memory that after Zheng Jiayao received the message from his brother that he had found his father, he took a taxi to the foot of this barren mountain without thinking, and was then directly carried into the deep mountains and old forests by the imps and buried alive.
Otherwise, the IQs of these two sisters are really worrying.
The younger brother stopped complaining, and this older sister was even more ridiculous.
After receiving the information, he took a taxi directly to this barren mountain without calling his brother to confirm the authenticity of the information.
He also gave all the money he had to the taxi driver.
Has she ever thought about how she would take the car back if she had no money?
Why did the two worlds I went to always suffer a big crime first, and then worry about money?
707 no longer wants to talk. It just wants to find a nail to hit it with. It deeply feels that if it encounters a host with such an IQ, its future will be bleak.
