A mountaineering rope is sixty meters long, a puncture-proof suit, and a motorcycle helmet...

Xia Shu was not a special forces soldier, so he naturally would not know the formula for making explosives by dishwashing liquid, but gasoline and liquefied gas are still available. Zombies are afraid of fire and burning them to death is also a solution, although the premise is to make them lose their ability to behave.

Secretly hiding these things purchased one after another under his bed, Xia Shu was doing everything in an orderly manner, and Uncle Ying and Azhi and others had no idea about this.

As for stealing Uncle Ying’s money to buy a gun on the black market? Xia Shu’s conscience does not allow him to do this at all. However, the aged glutinous rice and the best cinnabar Xia Shu still borrowed some of it. I believe that for all mankind, Uncle Ying will definitely understand him in the future.

"Ashu, I'll go out and look at the medicine shop!"

Carrying a small medicine box, Uncle Ying walked out of the medicine shop. He was not only a doctor at the medicine shop, but also provided door-to-door services for neighbors with legs and feet. This time he went to Widow Wang’s house two streets away for consultation.

"Don't worry, boss, I can't make a mistake!"

Xia Shu was making a promise, but when he looked at the door, he saw Uncle Ying disappearing from the corner and retracted his neck at the speed of light. He took out an incense burner from the ground of the counter, a plate of cinnabar made of chicken blood, a talisman pen, and a small stack of yellow table talisman paper that had been cut.

It has been more than four or five days since he started the Maoshan Technique. The most effective thing for Xia Shu to deal with zombies these days is a thin corpse-suppressing talisman.

As long as the zombie can be fixed, the Xia Tree can completely burn it to ashes, so the corpse-suppressing talisman must be drawn.

It sounds a bit whimsical, but if you don’t try it, who knows if it will succeed? Taking advantage of Uncle Ying’s absence and the pharmacy has no business, Xia Shu started to try it.

“Buzz~~”

Xia Shu, who closed her eyes and rested, opened her eyes wide open, and the three incense sticks inserted in the incense burner were instantly lit.

At the same time, Xia Shu made a decision and silently recited the three major mantras of calming mouth, calming body, and calming mind. The energy and spirit of the whole body gathered towards his right hand.

Xia Shu’s knowledge about the corpse-suppressing talisman comes from the words and phrases collected by Ying Shu. This is because this talisman was painted by Zhong Kui when he attained enlightenment. It is based on masculinity on the top and yin harmony on the bottom, and can only be recorded through the five elements. For example, the soul-suppressing talisman and the Five Ghosts’ transport talisman are just mentioned in one stroke, and I don’t even know what the talisman is written.

The key to Master Ying Cheng is to tell the principles of Maoshan Technique, and the secret talismans recorded in the secret books carried by the Taoist priest who died in fighting are all for attack, killing and suppressing.

If he could take a look at the "Sheng Talisman" drawing method on the secret book, the success rate of Xia Shu should be higher. Unfortunately, he can only draw based on the description of Daozang.

The talisman pen is stained with chicken blood and cinnabar mixed with it, and it falls on the yellow talisman paper without hesitation. The "authorization" talisman head is formed in an instant, and the tip of the pen is turned "Bai Yi will come here to the army"

The last stroke of the word "This" is slanted down and it is collected as a talisman foot. In an instant, Xia Shu was soaked in sweat, just like the embarrassment he had just arrived in this world, but the talisman painting was not finished here.

The pine pen hand flies, Xia Shu's right fingers combine the sword fingers, and the talisman is in the air.

"Change!"

"Swish~~"

The corpse-suppressing talisman shot away and hung over three incense sticks, with blue smoke swaying, and a red light flashed over the talisman paper.

Talisman, accomplish.

"Huh~~"

After trying it out, Xia Shu sat on the bench with his butt. He didn't expect that the first time he could draw the talisman, and even more unexpectedly, that just drawing a corpse-suppressing talisman would lead to this force. There is indeed no shortcut to the road to practicing Taoism.

After recovering, Xia Shu took all the guys under the counter. Today, he must have no strength to draw the second one. He reached out to take off the hanging corpse-suppressing talisman and folded it into his wallet.

I have to say that a wallet is really a good thing. In addition to putting money and cards, you can also put photos, small umbrellas, etc., and the amulets that ordinary people invite will be placed in the wallet you carry with you.

As for the smell of copper, it is just nonsense. Don’t you see that the Seven-Star Sword is compiled by the Five Emperors’ coins? In addition to acting as a general equivalent, currency flows through the hands of thousands of people and collects the yang energy of hundreds of schools, which can resist evil spirits and evil spirits.

Of course, the effect of resistance depends on whether the money is done cleanly. Anyway, Xia Shu's wallet is almost empty.

"Ashu, take three doses of medicine according to this recipe, cook a pair of Widow Wang in a thermos cup!"

"Yes, boss!"

When Uncle Ying came back, Xia Shu had already changed into clean clothes and the medicine shop could help decoct medicine, but it seemed that Widow Wang was suffering from an acute illness this time.

"Angelica, roasted astragalus, Chuanqiong, and cooked rehmannia? The boss is all about replenishing qi and blood!"

While holding Yao Xiashu, he told Uncle Ying that although he could not prescribe the prescription, he was familiar with the medicinal properties of these Chinese medicines.

"Oh, it's a sin. Widow Wang took Western medicine a few days ago, but she still had a womb and had a symptom. She had surgery and saved her life. However, the Western medicine could not make up for it because of the loss of qi and blood, so she asked me to take a look and prescribe a few doses of medicine to replenish it!"

“Abortion?”

Xia Shu suddenly grasped the key to the problem.

"Don't talk everywhere!"

After taking a sip of Cha Ying, he quickly took care of Xia Shu. As a doctor, he was not interested in these gossips. He just felt a little sad for the little life that had passed away before he was born, and the sigh was also sighed by him.

"I understand, but boss, is there anything strange about Widow Wang's family? I see that the spiritual infants that were aborted by their mother and could not be reincarnated may become ghost babies!"

That's right, that book records the story of "The New Mr. Zombie". Uncle Ying's zombie film is related in the dark, which is why Xia Shu asked this question, but it shouldn't be so coincidental!

"It's strange? Her house seems to be a little cold, but it should be because the house layout is dark."

Uncle Ying said with a thoughtful look on his face.

"But good boy, you really like to read those monsters than Medical Books!"

"Boss, I'm wrong, I'm going to decoct the medicine."

Seeing that he was discovered again, Xia Shu took the pounded and cut several medicines to "flee" towards the kitchen, leaving Uncle Ying in front of him and laughing and crying.

"This kid!"

Two hours later, Xia Shu left the medicine shop with a thermos cup full of tonics, and rode his bicycle to Widow Wang's house. He used to only hear of delivering takeaways, but he didn't expect that today he saw the delivery man who delivered Chinese medicine, and he himself was the delivery man.

"Professor, you should be careful of lung cancer when you smoke so much cigarettes every day!"

On a van a few streets away from Xiashu, Professor Guo Dunhuang was smoking in the passenger seat. The strong man drove the window to the maximum and complained while driving that what he couldn't stand the most is the poison of second-hand smoke.

"You eat so many snakes, insects, rats and ants all day long and you're careful about blood cancer!"

As the boss of the tomb robbers, Professor Guo is not weak at all, but what he said is indeed reasonable. Although snake gallbladders, centipedes and other things are all great things, there is a high probability that they will be infected with parasites, let alone just swallow them alive.

"Huh~~"

A gust of wind blew in from the open car window, blowing a white cloth on the back of the van, revealing a little boy who was only seven or eight years old below. However, the strange thing is that the little boy was dressed in Qing Dynasty officials, his face was pale and his nails were green, not to mention that there was a dusty "corpse-suppressing talisman" on his forehead.

"Crazy~~"

As the wind was strong, the corpse-suppressing talisman was blown away directly.

"Um?"

A pair of dark circles that were as heavy as panda's eyes suddenly opened, and looked at everything in the carriage curiously.

The tomb robbers led by Professor Guo Huihuang and Professor Guo finally returned to Xiangjiang for several days. Professor Guo has already contacted foreigners. This time he took this small ancient corpse to estimate the price. If it is appropriate, the family of three will pack it and buy it for Mr. Nixon.

"Professor, do you think Mr. Nixon is reliable?"

The sharp man asked about the foreigner again, and the channel for selling things was always in the hands of Professor Guo. He and the fat man alone knew that many good goods were covered by foreigner Nixon.

"What are you doing? Want to bypass my deal with Nixon?"

Guo Huihuang is cunning, and he can hear even a little thought from his words.

"Things are not."

"It's better not!"

The strong man turned on the radio to relieve his boredom when he was defeated. The melodious music sound came from the car audio, and the little zombie body in the rear compartment also moved along with the rhythm of the music. Sure enough, not only one zombie has a heart of music.

"It's so noisy!"

After turning off the speaker with one kick, Guo Huihuang lay down along the chair, and he instinctively hated the pop music that young people like.

"I'm dead selfish!"

Although the strong man has a terrifying muscle, he only dares to murmur in a low voice in the face of Professor Guo's power, and he cannot let the professor hear it.

He expressed his discomfort to the little zombie in the carriage after that. Why did he turn off the music when he listened well? He raised his little hand.

"Try it~~shot it~~"

The music sounded again.

"You little brat are getting less and less obedient to me. I told you not to drive it, you insist on it?"

Feeling that his authority was offended, Guo Huihuang sat up and reached out and stopped the music.

"Try it~~shot it~~"

The music stopped for a few seconds and then rang again. The atmosphere in the car became strange in an instant. The strong man and Guo Huihuang looked at the rearview mirror involuntarily.

"Ghost!"
Chapter completed!