LRAB Page 106
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Jiale seemed to have made up his mind and said:
"I will definitely work hard to earn money in the future and buy an exact replica to present to you, my master!"
Jingjing covered her mouth and chuckled, while Monk Ikkyu teased her as well:
"You're really filial."
This is the greatest expression of filial piety.
The weather in summer can change at any time.
In just two hours.
The once cloudless sky was now covered with dark clouds.
Streaks of lightning flashed in the clouds, and muffled thunder echoed in the sky.
Boom!
With a clap of thunder, a torrential downpour began.
Looking into the distance, all that could be seen was a white curtain of rain.
Four eyes showed a hint of worry on their faces as they murmured to themselves:
"I hope my junior brothers are alright..."
In a forest, the ground was already muddy.
Amidst thunder and rain, the golden coffin, entangled in black netting, swayed precariously.
Six soldiers with the character "卒" (soldier) written on their chests surrounded the coffin cart.
Two people pulled with a rope in front, two people pushed forward in the middle, and two people pushed hard from behind, moving forward slowly and with difficulty.
"Hurry up and set up the tent! Hurry up and set up the tent! What are you dawdling for!"
Wu Shilang cursed loudly, and several soldiers hurriedly went to set up tents.
Chizuru's face was full of worry. When she saw the ink stains on the ground, she became extremely anxious.
He rushed to the coffin and saw that the ink line had begun to dissolve under the heavy rain.
The bronze horn and golden coffin alone cannot seal this zombie.
Most importantly, there was this ink-wash net, stained with chicken blood and black dog blood.
If it melts, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Qianhe quickly went to Minister Wu's side.
"Manager Wu, let the coffin go into the tent first!"
"why?"
"The ink line has started to dissolve, it'll be..."
Before Chizuru could finish speaking, she was coldly interrupted by Minister Wu:
"Wait a minute, that's fine, but not now."
In the Great Qing Dynasty, there was a strict hierarchy. How could a prince be allowed to get soaked in the rain, with the coffin being carried into the tent first?
Minister Wu slowly and leisurely swayed his body.
Like a woman, she made delicate gestures with her fingers, and approached the young prince.
"Seventy-first Prince, sit tight, let's go into the camp."
The young prince nodded, and then got into the tent in his sedan chair.
Chizuru was in great distress, yet she had no choice but to obey their orders.
Only after the prince's sedan chair entered the tent,
He then quickly said:
"Quick! Push the coffin into the other tent! Get more people here!"
All the soldiers gathered around the coffin cart and together pushed the coffin toward the tent.
Suddenly, the torrential rain vanished without a trace.
The soldiers were overjoyed and immediately sped up their pace.
However, in an instant, a sudden change occurred.
A purple lightning bolt appeared in the sky without warning, illuminating the entire night sky.
It struck the golden coffin squarely.
"Ahhhhh!!"
Screams filled the air as the soldiers, all succumbed to the lightning strikes under the extremely high voltage.
Master Qianhe quickly looked at the golden coffin and, seeing that it was unharmed, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he lowered his guard,
The golden coffin began to tremble violently.
The heavy coffin lid was pushed open a crack.
You can vaguely see those two hideous, withered arms!
The ink-filled net shimmered with golden light, tightly imprisoning the corpse's aura beneath the coffin lid.
However, after being washed by heavy rain, the inkwell is no longer as good as it used to be.
Chizuru stared intently at the coffin and slowly said:
"No, that's not right... its power has increased... it's probably the lightning from before!"
When evil beings are born, they will surely be punished by Heaven.
However, if the heavenly lightning fails to destroy the evil entity, its power will increase exponentially...
This bolt of lightning was originally intended to kill the zombie inside the coffin.
However, the presence of many soldiers actually diverted the power of the heavenly lightning.
The royal zombie survived the tribulation and is now much stronger, its corpse energy overwhelming.
Their situation is probably quite dire.
The coffin lid was repeatedly lifted.
Each impact from the zombie caused the ink net to tremble violently, flickering between light and darkness.
scoff.
At one point, a corner of the ink line was torn.
Master Qianhe leaped up and landed on the coffin, using the weight of his own Taoist magic to suppress the corpse energy within.
However, the repression lasted only a moment.
The heavy golden coffin lid was struck by a tremendous force and flew straight up to a height of ten feet.
The coffin lid fell heavily to the ground, hitting Chizuru's leg.
The stench of decaying corpses filled the air, sending chills down one's spine.
To the horrified gazes of the crowd, a gaunt and terrifying zombie rose from the coffin.
"Ho..."
A gray-robed Taoist priest, wielding a peach wood sword, charged directly at the howling 1.8 zombie.
The zombie neither dodged nor avoided, its sharp fingernails piercing his chest.
With a bloodthirsty growl, sharp fangs bit directly into his carotid artery.
It began to devour his blood and life force.
The wheels could no longer bear the weight, and the golden coffin fell to the ground, trapping the zombie and the gray-robed Taoist priest inside.
Qianhe sensed something was wrong; the blood of a cultivator contained the aura of Daoist magic.
If it is devoured by a zombie, its power will increase to another level!
"Quickly, get him out!"
Qianhe made a quick decision and directed everyone to work together to open the golden coffin.
With everyone pulling together, the golden coffin flew up.
The zombies' mouths were full of blood, and their already terrifying morale was surging at a visible speed.
The zombie lunged forward, but Master Qianhe repelled it with a powerful kick and said in a deep voice, "Corpse Binding Rope!"
The other three disciples untied their ropes and formed a three-person formation.
Golden Taoist light emanated from what appeared to be an ordinary thin rope.
The three worked together seamlessly, using three ropes to tightly bind the zombie.
Master Qianhe seized the opportunity, took the peach wood sword, and plunged it fiercely into the zombie's body.