Chapter 441 Encounter with the Resentful Corpse
Yan Qing was sitting in Yang Fan's car, her face was pale, she was holding the handle of the car helplessly, and there was a faint feeling in her stomach.
This was the first time he experienced a roller coaster without a seat belt. If he hadn't grabbed the handle quickly and had good physical fitness, he would have been thrown away long ago.
The cell phone in his pocket kept ringing and he couldn't hear it at all. He stared straight ahead, staring at the roadside, for fear that if he paid attention, he would miss Taoist Xuanyue and the others.
Other Taoist Priests: Oh no, something really big has happened, I won’t even answer the phone!
The little white tiger was brought into the car with him, his limbs were tightly clinging to Yang Fan, his eyes were closed tightly, experiencing the speed and passion.
At this moment, the two old men, Taoist Master Xuan Yue and Ma Bingliang, were waiting pitifully on the unknown section of the road. This place is not within the scope of Shangyuan Village. The surrounding fields are full of corn fields, and the corn in the fields has been broken. After leaving, countless corn stalks were left standing in the ground, and not a single house could be seen around them.
"Are you okay? Can you still bear it?" Ma Bingliang squatted in front of Taoist Master Xuanyue, who was sitting on the ground. He reached out to touch his feet, but if he moved lightly, The other party let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and he quickly retracted his hand.
“My leg is broken, don’t touch my leg!” Taoist priest Xuan Yue was sweating profusely in pain and his lips turned white.
The corner of Ma Bingliang's mouth twitched crazily, and he couldn't help but complain, "Xuan Yue, you are a cultivator after all, how come you are so fragile, and where did your cultivation go?"
At the Taoist temple before, I don't know if Taoist Master Xuan Yue hid it too well or what happened, but none of them noticed that Xuan Yue had completely lost her cultivation and her physical fitness was not as good as that of a normal fifty or sixty year old man.
The two of them were walking well just now. It was raining and the road was slippery. He accidentally fell and broke his leg.
Ordinary people may not be as fragile as him.
Ma Bingliang looked at Taoist Master Xuan Yue, unable to hide the worry in his eyes.
Taoist Master Xuanyue calmed down and said, "Didn't I tell you that I met a very powerful evil ghost before and was slightly injured."
"And I am your uncle, call me by my name, Xiaoma, you are too little."
"You have lost all your cultivation, do you think you are a little injured?" Ma Bingliang's The voice suddenly rose in pitch.
“Isn’t this a little injured?” Taoist Master Xuan Yue asked him, “I can survive from that evil ghost’s hands, and I’m living well now, so my cultivation is nothing.”< br>
"..." Ma Bingliang was speechless and choked.
If you want to compare it like this, it is really a bit hurt.
"By the way, you sent Yanqing's location on WeChat, otherwise he can't find us." Taoist priest Xuan Yue said.
"What is the WeChat positioning and how to send it?"
Ma Bingliang handed the phone to Taoist Master Xuan Yue, "I don't know how to get a phone like yours, why don't you do it yourself."< br>
Taoist Master Xuan Yue rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I told you to buy a mobile phone to use. If you don't listen, you will live like an antique from the Qing Dynasty, knowing nothing."
It took him a long time to make the call just now before he made the call.
"I have a mobile phone, but it's different from yours." Ma Bingliang took out his mobile phone. It was a black and shiny push-button phone. It was a typical push-button phone of a certain brand many years ago.
Seeing his old antique, Taoist priest Xuan Yue rolled his eyes even more. He took back his mobile phone and gave it to Yan Qing to locate it on WeChat. However, when he dropped it just now, half of the screen was broken. Only half of the screen can be seen.
With his proficiency in mobile phones, he sent the location of this place to Yan Qing with great effort.
"Actually, I don't think you need to send your location to Yan Qing, he will definitely count us here." Ma Bingliang said.
Taoist Master Xuan Yue: "Then you didn't say it just now."
Now that he has sent out his WeChat location, the old man said, this is not just an afterthought.
Ma Bingliang said with a smile, "I just want to see how you are in good spirits. It seems that you are in good spirits now."
"Xiao Ma, you are really not kind. After all, I am also your uncle." "How can I not be kind? It was you who insisted on walking to the village. I even said I would pay you eight yuan for the fare, but if you don't want it, you must go by yourself."
If you insist on walking on your own, it’s okay now. Not to mention that you took the wrong way and broke your leg.
He must have a good talk with Yan Qing later and let him take care of his ignorant master.
Taoist priest Xuanyue was scolded by him until he couldn't find a reply for a while. Didn't he want to build up his mind as soon as he walked out of Sanqing Palace? Yang Fan must be able to tell that there is something wrong with his body, and he must ask him what's going on. He hasn't made a good excuse yet.
That’s why I was thinking about walking. I never thought he would be so unlucky.
The two of them exchanged words with each other, and the waiting time was not that difficult.
Suddenly, there was a strange noise in the surrounding cornfields. The two stopped talking for an instant. Ma Bingliang quickly took out several talismans from his pocket and gave them to Taoist Master Xuan Yue.
Then he stood up and looked around cautiously, and slowly drew out the peach wood sword behind him. He felt that a very dangerous thing was approaching here.
Taoist priest Xuan Yue frowned and clenched the talisman in his hand.
The surrounding cornfield suddenly began to make distant sounds, and heavy and rapid footsteps rushed towards them.
Ma Bingliang quickly threw the talisman in that direction and shouted, "Broken!"
In an instant, the surrounding corn stalks were split in half and fell towards both sides. A path of about one meter was cut in the middle.
There is nothing inside.
The rustling sound sounded again on the other side of the road, and a man with a green face and fangs quickly rushed over from the cornfield and headed straight for Taoist Master Xuan Yue's back.
Ma Bingliang reacted quickly and pulled Taoist Xuanyue over. He threw the mahogany sword in his hand at the same time, hitting the man's arm. The man let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground.
“Resentful Corpse!” Ma Bingliang’s face darkened.
They will encounter a resentful corpse here!
"...If you don't complain about the corpse, you... let go first, I will be strangled to death by you."
Ma Bingliang looked down and saw that what he had just accidentally pulled was the scarf around Taoist Xuanyue's neck. This time, he almost sent it away without him. Taoist Xuanyue's face turned red and he was still rolling his eyes.
Ma Bingliang was so frightened that he immediately let go. During this gap, the resentful corpse pounced on him again.
The speed was so fast that Ma Bingliang couldn't react.
Just when they were about to be bitten by the Resentful Corpse, a black car suddenly jumped out, so fast that it directly knocked the Resentful Corpse away.
With a sizzling sound, the car stopped in front.
Ma Bingliang stared blankly at the black car that suddenly appeared. It took him several seconds to react. He hurriedly got up to retrieve his peach wood sword and kill the resentful corpse.
As a result, only half of his peach wood sword was left lying on the ground.
I don’t know where the remaining half went.
The black chariot drove over just now and broke his mahogany sword.
Ma Bingliang looked at the half of the mahogany sword that had been with him for many years on the ground. The wrinkled old man suddenly broke into pieces.
His sword!
"Master, Brother Ma!"
Ma Bingliang slowly turned his head and saw Yan Qing getting off the black car and running towards this side quickly.