Just when Zhang Shizu fell into a beautiful fantasy, someone Chen's broken gong-like voice brought him back to reality.
"I'm talking about Chao'er's ancestor, why do you smile so lewdly? Did you not hold in your fart well!!"
Looking at the other party's suspicious eyes, Zhang Shizu was so frightened that he backed away.
"No no!"
"Major General, look at what you said, how can you do it! I am just thinking about how to save these poor people of the Xuan clan!"
"Really?" Hua Hua's intuition has always been sharp, and he still didn't believe it when he heard the words.
"Then what solution have you come up with? Tell us!"
The conscience of heaven and earth, what good solution can Zhang Shizu have in face of such a situation? It was just a "delay tactic" in desperation.
But faced with the evil smile of his nemesis, he had to answer.
"This...has it!"
"Young General, my subordinates can turn all the Xuan clan into zombies, so that they can be put into my kingdom of corpses and taken out!"
"Ah?!" Even if Chen Daji was a bit stupid, he realized that this idea was not very reliable.
"I asked Chao'er and his ancestors, what's the difference between making a zombie and making a Gu... Oh, there is a difference. One dies without a complete body, and the other cannot have peace after death..."
Facing the sad and angry looks of many Xuan people, especially the violent aura that the red-headed snake continued to exude, Zhang Shizu was instantly frightened.
Shrinking his neck and hiding behind Chang Huaiyuan.
The head of the Chang family is far-sighted and prudent, how could he not realize the power of refining Gu in one world.
Even if benevolence is put aside, the other party's purpose in refining Gu is most likely to deal with his own husband.
Of course, such a crisis must be nipped in the bud... After thinking for a while, the Northern Blood Dragon spoke softly.
"The only plan for now is to transfer all the Xuan clan to the underworld of the underworld. Both parties belong to the underworld, so they will definitely survive."
"It can also be considered as a way to 'take the fuel out of the cauldron' of the Blood Witch, so that there will be no more souls for him to refine!"
"We're moving together?!" Hearing this, Huoshan immediately understood: "This is a good idea!"
"Brother Chang, how much silver can your little brand take away at one time?"
"We have to hurry up!"
Chang Huaiyuan smiled bitterly when he heard this: "The 'Lu Yin' given by the Three-faced Emperor can only take away more than ten people, and it can only be used once."
Someone Chen: "..."
"Isn't this nonsense...Brother Chang, look at these gangsters, they are going to cry!"
"Is there any other way?!"
The head of the Chang family did not rush to answer, but secretly tried to contact the Three-faced Emperor.
But now the three sides...
Feeling out of touch, a bad premonition suddenly arose in Chang Huaiyuan's heart.
He subconsciously looked at the gray sky, and then his movements of holding the little ghost became more gentle.
Seeing that Chang Huaiyuan ignored him, Chen didn't dare to talk nonsense... Mainly because he was afraid of getting a spanking, so he could only decide to rely on his own efforts.
Just when I couldn't think of a solution, I just heard the long whistle coming from the distance.
The one making the whistle was actually a red little crab.
While shouting "Woo", it sprayed out strings of bubbles.
Behind the little crab is a long train, cutting through the void and coming quickly.
The train driver stuck out his big head with a mean smile on his face, tightened the rope tied to the little crab with one hand to prevent him from running away, and kept waving at everyone with the other hand.
With that wretched temperament and "bomb craters" of varying shades on his face, who else could he be if he wasn't Emperor Mo...
The train did not stop when it arrived in front of everyone, but kept "flying" around everyone like a greedy snake.
Emperor Mo even shouted excitedly: "Hahahahaha, Prime Minister, long time no see, are you okay?"
Chen Daji was stunned for a moment, then cursed loudly.
“Damn it, you’re driving with an immoral person?!”
"What, upgraded again? From a taxi to a truck, and now it's a train?!"
"Oh Mom, you cooked my bubbles, why are they so red!!"
When Mr. Chen recognized his bubble crab, the little fascist naturally tolerated it.
He immediately shouted and rushed towards his little friend: "Big chirp, little chirp, chirp..."
