Don’t Mess with Shennong

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A zombie crawling to beg for mercy and wanting to read a reversal of Yin and Yang Pills is simply ashamed.

What makes the zombies helpless is that when he climbed over, he was kicked away by Wang Ping'an: "Go away, let me study the panacea, and dare to climb over again, I will kill you."

The zombie was kicked a few meters by Wang Ping'an and fell into the muddy water. He was really afraid to resist.

Extremely wronged, extremely helpless, trembling with fear, kneeling in front of Wang Ping'an, making a standard prayer, not daring to speak, but the gesture showed that he really needed to reverse Yin Yang Dan.

Wang Ping'an glared at him, regardless of him. He put the Elixir in front of his nose, sniffed carefully, and frowned.

"So cinnabar has been put so much? You are a zombie, even if it is not a zombie, it is a half-dead ghost. If you put such cinnabar, who will you ward off evil?"

Qin Xiaoyu was greedy and drooling and asked, "Brother, is this medicine a good thing? Can you give me a taste?"

"Don't be afraid of death, I will give you two capsules to taste." Wang Pingping replied angrily.

"Don't, don't, I'm afraid of death." Qin Xiaoyu smiled embarrassedly.

At this time, somehow, the rain fell, the dark clouds in the sky faded, and the dark environment gradually became brighter.

In fact, it was only about two o'clock noon. If it wasn't raining, it would be when the sun was shining.

Wang Ping'an seemed to know the ingredients of the Elixir, murmured something disdainfully, and then suddenly threw one to the zombie: "Next, the Elixir that I made myself will be eaten with tears."

The zombie was like a pug, kneeling there.

Suddenly saw a pill of immortality flying towards him, and suddenly excited eyes shined: "Thank you."

Before the words fell, the zombie took it, swallowed it with a big mouth.

The emaciated zombie, after swallowing the Elixir, shook his body like an electric shock, and every time it shook, a black mist would be emitted.

The black mist gave off a nasty smell, which made people sick.

Wang Ping'an and Qin Xiaoyu, covering their noses, keep going backwards, keep going backwards, tens of meters away from the zombies, and still can smell this disgusting smell in the light rain.

"Brother, what's going on? Why didn't you kill him?"

"What did you do to kill him? Help me clean up a bunch of **** and wait for him to wake up a bit. If it can't be cleaned, it's not too late to kill."

"..." Qin Xiaoyu felt a little cold. This seemingly fool-looking rural teenager has a deep mind.

Can you continue to be stupid, otherwise, it will seem that I am even more stupid.

The zombie was twitching his body, giving a sudden shock and almost hiccuping.

Fortunately, his elixir effect continued to work. While shaking and spraying black mist, the body was filling and bulging at a speed visible to the naked eye, more and more like a normal person.

The dark skin turned pink, like the virgins and virgins used when burning paper on graves.

Ten minutes later, the zombie sat down on the ground.

In his eyes, he could already see the eyeballs, black and white, and Guru turned a few times, and looked at his hand and body.

"I ... Where is this? What happened?" The zombie stunned, as if he had just woken up from his sleep.

He looked up and saw Wang Ping'an, and the Danlu next to him, and seemed to recall a little memory that had just happened.

"Who am I? Where am I? What happened?"

"Huh? My grave was dug? I murdered? I drank human blood?"

The look of the zombie became extremely frightened and seemed to be in great trouble.

At this time, although his tone is still a local dialect, he can already hear what he said by listening carefully.

"Wake up, do you want to admit what you have done?" Wang Ping An said, actually tossing the remaining two pills of immortality to the zombie.

"The poor Daoshan people come from the famous people of Shushan. How can they be fooled? Just ... At that time, they were blinded by their wisdom and ran into a huge disaster. But I was excavated in the cemetery, and the furnace was robbed. Two It ’s also reasonable that the Hongyan Daolu was killed and several enemies killed? "

After taking the pill medicine, the Bashan Taoist people seemed to have recovered their vitality and memory, and sat on the ground and talked.

"Don't pull too far, I don't understand. I ask you, why choose your cemetery here?" Wang Pingping pointed to the nearby mountains.

"My ancestral home is in Wangjing Village, a hundred miles away. The best feng shui is in Longshou Mountain. I do n’t choose here. Where do I choose? Moreover, there is a hidden spiritual vein in Longshou Mountain. I want to die. After rebirth, it must be selected here. "

With that said, Bashan Taoists stood up from the ground and walked stiffly, but on the surface, they had little to do with ordinary people.

His hair grew to his shoulders, and was originally dull and half of it. At this time, it returned to black, and it was randomly scattered on his shoulders, and a sense of elegance appeared.

"Oh? It was originally from the same village? In what year did you die?" Wang Ping'an asked.

"The year I entered the tomb, it seemed like Hongwu's first year ... yes, what year is this year?" Bashan Taoist suddenly thought of this question and asked nervously.

"Oh, you have successfully renewed your life for more than six hundred years. It is really a good method, but it is a bit expensive."

"What price did I pay?" The Bashan Daoist looked confused and stood up while asking, and found that his body had no other problems than zombies. It felt great, no problem.

"You will know it in the future. Now, you go down the mountain and find a place for yourself to recover slowly." Wang Ping's memory is already vague, and he does not want to explain too clearly to the Bashan Taoist.

"Thank you, I still don't know the honorable name of the public?" The Bashan Taoist respectfully gave a gift, like a Taoist, personable.

"Just call me Wang Ping'an. I'm from Wangjing Village. I was a family six hundred years ago. I hope you don't harm ordinary people after you go down the mountain. They want to harm you, but also those who steal your grave."

"Yes, Eun Gong ... That's right, who is the one who stole my tomb?" The Bashan Taoist glanced at the camp's corpse fragments and asked uncertainly.

"Baoshan City, Wanjia."

"I wrote it down. By the way, this my furnace ..."

"It's my dan furnace. I have given you three elixirs. Don't you want to take away my dan furnace? These hundreds of pounds of dan furnace are worth more than 1,000 yuan, and they can't be sold. Give you."

"... Excuse me, leave." The Taoist of Bashan compares his strength and finds that after the struggle, only the part rubbed by Wang Ping'an on the ground rubbed and simply confessed to leave.

The Bashan Taoists left, and the rain stopped.

The light of Longshou Mountain returned to normal.

The mountain is still that mountain, but the cemetery is no longer that cemetery.

The Longshou Mountain surrounded by Reiki, from the bottom of the mountain, has already clouded up.

The mountain is not high.

Those who had just escaped did not know what was said. Already, there were more than a dozen policemen, heavily armed and alert mountaineering.

Wang Ping's carrying the rusty furnace covered with rust, a steep path from the side, half a circle, from another hill, to the grand canyon in the north of the village, to avoid meeting the police.

Reiki matters can't be concealed, and zombies can't be concealed, and Wang Ping'an doesn't want to conceal the matter. Anyway, as long as he firmly controls this place and his own interests, nobody dares to move.

This red hearth is its own spoils, not to be seen by the police, but for their good.

"Brother, what are we going to do with this empty stove?" Qin Xiaoyu asked.

"Copper, selling scrap can be worth more than a thousand dollars, why not?"

"Brother, it's not a cultivator's treasure, at least it's an antique. I'll give you 200,000 yuan and sell it to me?"

"Consider. The money is transferred to my account. I try to make you a pot of panacea to help you practice."

"Brother, will you make alchemy? Haha, within three minutes, I'll transfer you a million. Will you help me to make a pot of Yandan or Jindan not soft? I want to honor my parents."

"Get off. I won't even say what you said." Wang Ping'an was very unhappy. When he heard these immortals, it was very unreliable, unlike what serious people need.

"The money is so good, one hundred won't work, then two million? Just make a few, my parents are happy, I have countless pocket money, or to honor your brother."

Hearing the quotation, Wang Pinghe hesitated: "Well? So much money? ... Although these immortals are not very serious, they are not impossible. They just have to pick a few herbs and mix them together to be successful."