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"Of course, this is one of the secret arts of our sect, come on, everyone go up," Mao Xiaofang said with a smile.

Boulma got into the helicopter first and walked to the driver's seat, and the others got on the helicopter one after another.

After everyone boarded the plane, Boulma started the helicopter, flew up, and headed towards the road led by Taoist Qianhe.

Seeing the plane take off, Daoist Four Eyes and Master Yixiu walked to the window in shock, looked at the scenery outside, and then turned around and said:

"Brother Mao, if I hadn't gotten to know you through this day, I wouldn't have dared to ride your mount. The secret arts in your sect are really powerful."

Hearing this, Mao Xiaofang laughed dryly: "Brother Four Eyes, I don't mean anything malicious, and you don't have to worry too much."

"I can assure you that Daoist Mao has an upright look on his face, he definitely doesn't look like a bad person, and the aura of a Taoist practitioner on his body belongs to a person in the right way."

Master Yixiu smiled.

"Huh, who wants you to talk too much?" Daoist Simu snorted coldly, and then said: "Brother Mao is a man, I know much better than you, he is the one I brought back."

"Yeah, it's fun to fly again." Shi Hao smiled and looked at the scenery outside the window.

"Qingqing, look, the ground has become much smaller."

Looking at the scene on the ground, Jiale was very excited, and took Qingqing to watch together. Master Yixiu and Taoist Simu also looked out of the window full of curiosity.

The sky gradually dimmed, and soon became pitch black. The plane flew for half an hour, and after searching for a while, they finally found Daoist Qianhe and his party in a wood.

Coincidentally at this time.

Rumble!

There was a loud thunder, and then one after another, the thunder was rolling, and a strong wind began to blow between the sky and the earth.

Seeing this, Boulma looked down, found a place to land, drove the plane down, and landed on the ground.

Inside the plane, the four-eyed priest heard the thunder outside the window, frowned slightly and said, "I'm afraid it will rain heavily."

As soon as the words were finished, there was the sound of clattering rain, and there was a downpour in the sky. Accompanied by bursts of thunder, the heavy rain became heavier and heavier.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Mao Xiaofang was stunned. He said in the afternoon that unless there was a heavy rain, the zombie would break the ink fountain and jump out of the golden coffin.

He's so smart too.

"It's over, the big thing is not good. The golden coffin transported by Daoist Qianhe, I asked to remove the layer of sunshade cloth. Now I am afraid that the ink fountain will be completely wet by the rain, and the power to suppress the zombies will disappear."

Master Yixiu's complexion changed again and again, the ink fountain soaked in the blood of chickens and dogs is a thing to suppress zombies, and its weakness is that it will disappear into nothing when it meets water, and it has no effect.

Hearing Master Yixiu's words, the four-eyed priest changed his expression, and said: "Bulma, open the door, and Jia Le will give me the thing."

Boulma clicked the button, the cabin door opened, and Jiale took out the mahogany sword and Eight Diagrams mirror and handed them to the four-eyed Taoist priest.

"I'll go first." The four-eyed priest took the things and rushed out.

Master Yixiu and Mao Xiaofang looked at each other, and the two followed closely behind, braving the heavy rain towards the direction of Taoist Master Qianhe.

Whoa whoa whoa!

The heavy rain poured down. In the woods not far from the plane, the team of Daoist Qianhe and his party stopped here. The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and the whole team was drenched in a short time.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Several people cut out an open space and began to nail stakes to build tents!

"Oh, hurry up, why are you so slow, if brother 71 gets wet from the rain and catches a cold, you are all guilty, there is no excuse for it"

Wu Guanshi's coquettish drake voice, playing with his orchid fingers in a handkerchief, said annoyed to a group of people who set up tents.

Urged by Manager Wu, the people who set up the tent sped up a little bit, and Daoist Qianhe at the side also looked anxiously at the few people who set up the tent, then turned and walked towards the coffin.

"Master, it's not good, the ink fountain line has melted a bit."

One of the apprentices said, with a bit of worry in his tone.

Daoist Qianhe's face immediately changed when he heard the words. The ink fountain net was stained with chicken and dog blood, which was specially used to suppress zombies. Once the ink fountain line melted, the suppressing power would undoubtedly weaken.

Immediately walked quickly to the side of the golden coffin, stretched out his hand to touch under the ink fountain line, mixed with rainwater, his hands were full of some dark brown liquid, sure enough, the blood of chickens and dogs on the entire ink fountain line had begun to melt under the heavy rain.

It's over!Something big happened.

Daoist Qianhe secretly thought in his heart, his face became a little ugly.

Chapter 312 Brother Dao, I will deal with this zombie

Several people who set up the tent had already set up, and a person in charge of setting up the tent quickly ran to Wu Guanshihui to report: "Report to Wu Guanshi, the tent is set up."

Hearing the sound and seeing the tent that had already been set up, Steward Wu was overjoyed.

Coincidentally at this time, Taoist Master Qianhe also walked in front of Guanshi Wu, and when he heard the tent that had been set up, he quickly said, "Guan Wu, let Shoucai go in first."

Seeing Daoist Qianhe, Wu Guanshi's expression turned cold, and he said calmly, "Why".

"The ink fountain line has begun to melt, once it is completely melted, I'm afraid"

Qian Hedao hadn't finished his long speech, but Wu Guanshi glared at him, flicked the silk handkerchief in Lan Hua's finger, and refused straight away: "No."

"But"

Priest Qianhe still wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Wu Guanshi before he finished speaking.

"No, but, not now, wait a minute."

After all, the alluring Wu Guanshi turned his buttocks left and right and walked towards Brother 71, while Daoist Qianhe showed a helpless look on his face, and looked back at the golden coffin, showing worry again on his face.

"Brother 71, the tent is set up, let's go in first."

Wu Guanshi walked up to the little boy, resumed his slave look and said.

"Hmm," the little boy sat on the chair and responded.

"Get up"

Seeing the little boy nodding, Wu Guanshi immediately smiled slavishly, and hurriedly said to the people around him.

"Quick, quick, quick, what are you still doing in a daze, quickly carry Brother 71 into the tent!"

Immediately, several Qing soldiers came over, lifted their chairs, and walked towards the tent.

"Ah~"

Seeing a group of people walking towards the tent, while the golden coffin was still outside and drenched in the rain, Priest Qianhe couldn't help but sigh.