Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Chapter 252 Priest: God Will Not Forgive You

Uncle Jiu chuckled, "You're still a little tender, that zombie was killed by a Western zombie, and once it transforms into another Western zombie, it's not as powerful as the real Western zombie, but it's just as difficult to deal with!"

"Learn more from Master. Although you have strength, you still lack experience."

When Uncle Jiu said this, he was very confident.

It was as if he had finally found out what made him better than Han Feng.

Little did they know, it was the disciple who deliberately gave way to him.

She deliberately pretended to be stupid in front of him, so as to satisfy his sense of accomplishment as a master.

The night wind whizzes.

There are only faint candles in the church.

Because someone died, the priest arranged for three people to stay on duty together.

Uncle Jiu put his index finger to his mouth, hissed at Han Feng, and deftly turned over and entered the church.

Han Feng followed and jumped in.

The back compartment is separated from the front lobby only by a curtain.

In order not to be discovered, the two tiptoed towards the corpse.

Soon, he saw something covered with a cloth, stepped forward, Han Feng tore off the cloth, the corpse below was in a prone position, but the head was on the mortuary board with the chin at an angle of 45 degrees The corner opened his eyes and stared ahead.

The two eerie fangs are particularly eye-catching.

"Master, that's it!"

"Well, let's go! Lift it up, let it out first before talking!"

Han Feng made a mistake and grabbed both ends of the board, while Uncle Jiu grabbed the board at the tail of the corpse, and the two cooperated to steal the corpse out.

"Master, why don't we tell the priest directly, let the priest come forward and burn it, we have to be so sneaky!"

Uncle Jiu sneered, thinking of the priest's old face, Uncle Jiu felt unhappy.

The main reason is that Uncle Jiu accepted the Taoist culture of Maoshan since he was a child, and he believed that what he learned was the real magic, while the way of foreigners was simply pretending to fool people.

Uncle Jiu, who is conservative in thinking, can't understand the tricks of foreigners the most.

Naturally, I don't like the priest's way of being a god.

"That old thing is still waiting for God to kiss this dead body, how can it be possible for him to agree to burn it!"

"Quick, don't be silly, go over there and get some firewood, we'll burn it on the spot!"

"Okay, Master!"

The master and apprentice got busy.

The corpse was placed on a pile of firewood. Uncle Jiu pulled out a magic talisman and waved it in the air. The talisman was instantly ignited.

Then, he threw the talisman on the firewood next to the corpse.

Suddenly, flames sprang up and crackled.

The body was wrapped in fire, and Uncle Jiu was finally relieved.

But right now.

The priest ran over from the church and rushed over angrily with three guards.

"No!" Uncle Jiu yelled, "Why did this old thing be discovered so quickly!"

"Afeng, be careful, don't let them put out the fire!"

"Okay, Master!"

Han Feng saw Uncle Jiu turn around and confront the priest.

Taking the opportunity, he stretched out his hand and pointed his fingers at the dead body on the ground. Immediately, the evil spirit remaining on the dead body turned into a wisp of black smoke and penetrated into Han Feng's body.

This yin corpse has just died not long ago, and the transformation of the corpse was unsuccessful, so there is not much yin and evil energy in his body, but it is something, and it can absorb as much as it can.

As soon as this side was finished, the priest and Uncle Jiu were already arguing.

"Sin!" the priest cried, "God will not forgive you!"

Unless it was absolutely necessary, the priest would not say such a thing, which was enough to show that he was very angry with Uncle Jiu.

Even Almighty God refuses to forgive sinners.

Han Feng couldn't laugh or cry.

"Love forgives unforgiveness, take your God away! Go away!"

The priest looked at the dead body in front of him, being swallowed madly by a sea of ​​flames, showing an expression of unbearable heartache.

Quickly commanded the three monks beside him, "Go and get water! Quick! Go!"

It is imperative that the priest puts out the fire quickly!

"Poor child, may God take you out of this sea of ​​evil!"

The priest prayed to the dead body while commanding.

Soon, three monks rushed over with a large bucket and a large basin.

The priest rushed forward with the people.

Uncle Jiu stopped him, but the priest rushed at him.

Only Han Feng looked at the 'water' brought by the three monks amusedly.

If I remember correctly, it wasn't water at all, but gasoline.

These idiots, in a hurry, accidentally mistook gasoline for water.

Uncle Jiu didn't know that it was gasoline, and he was still trying his best to block the opponent. The priest and three monks were about to break through Uncle Jiu's block.

The anxious Uncle Jiu hurriedly shouted, "Afeng, guard the corpse!"

"Alright, master! Let them come over! The fire isn't burning hot enough!"

Han Feng smiled, waiting for the group of people to rush over.

After arguing for a while, Uncle Jiu couldn't hold back the other party's crowd and completely lost his defense.

The priest supported the bottom of the pelvis, and even the liquid in the pelvic girdle grabbed the corpse.

Uncle Jiu covered his forehead, "Hey, it's over."

The priest is overjoyed!A smile bloomed on his face, but before his smile fully bloomed, he suddenly smelled something wrong.

This smell...why does it feel like gasoline?

In front of the eyes, the corpse that had been doused with gasoline suddenly sprang up a fire dragon, and the flames suddenly rose!The fire is out of control!

"Not good! Stop it!"

The priest shouted loudly, but it was still a step too late.

I saw that the two monks rushing over behind him had already poured a large barrel of gasoline in their hands on the fire with precision.

"Oh! It's broken! It's broken!"

The priest hopped his feet anxiously.

Only then did Uncle Jiu realize that they were pouring gasoline, so he couldn't help applauding happily.

The angry priest even stomped his feet.

"You, you, you..." Pointing to Uncle Jiu, "you" didn't come out for a long time.

Seeing that the priest was so angry that he couldn't even speak well, it made Uncle Jiu very happy.

The fire went straight into the sky, illuminating the surroundings of the church in a bright light.

The evil spirit in the air was diluted, and as the dead bodies were burned to ashes, the surrounding air seemed to be much cleaner.

The deal was done, it was already like this, and the priest was completely helpless. He stood in front of the fire in a daze, clasped his hands together, held a cross in his palm, and muttered his prayers silently.

The priest left helplessly until the fire finally had nothing to burn and gradually lost momentum until there was only a little spark left.

When leaving, he did not forget to put his palms together in front of Uncle Jiu, and said softly, "May the Lord forgive this sinner! Amen!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

The priest had a good heart, but he couldn't hang out with Uncle Jiu.

These two people seem to be born at odds, and they pinch each other when they meet.

Of course, a large part of the reason for this is that the two have different beliefs, one is a Western religion, and the other is a traditional Taoist background in Maoshan.

The priest's character is actually quite good, but Uncle Jiu's character is more stubborn and stubborn.

After the priest left, Uncle Jiu took Han Feng and turned around and walked towards the inn.

At this time the sky has slightly brightened.

After the two returned to the inn.

It was discovered that Wencai, that brat, fell asleep with Chacha in his arms.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu almost had a heart attack on the spot, his blood pressure skyrocketed.

Considering that getting angry on the spot would scare the girl, Uncle Jiu held back abruptly and walked towards Wencai gently.

Standing at the door, Han Feng secretly prayed for Wen Cai, and looked at Wen Cai who was sleeping soundly with sympathy: I wish you good luck.

clap clap clap!

Uncle Jiu's broad palm hit Wen Cai's face with a little force.

Han Feng couldn't help covering his face when he heard the crisp voice.

But Wencai was still sleeping soundly.

What a big heart!

Clap!Uncle Jiu continued to slap his hands until five red finger prints appeared on Wen Cai's face, and then he opened his eyes sleepily.

"Master, you, you are back..." muttered, this guy turned over and fell asleep again.

But after a quick reaction, he jumped up, jumped off the bed as if fleeing, and hid behind the table.

"Master! Listen to my explanation!"

"Explanation? Well, I want to hear what you have to say!"

"I really can't bear it, master, I'm too sleepy, Chacha said she won't sleep and lie down for a while, what can I do? Can I not let the girl lie down for a while?!"

"Then you can't fall asleep too!"

"Lonely men and widows lying on the same bed! How decent are you!"

Uncle Jiu was angry, as if his apprentice had suffered a lot.

Chacha on the bed was also woken up by the noise of the quarrel.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Uncle Jiu and Han Feng had returned, and then he saw that he was lying on the bed.

"Why am I in bed?"

"I saw you fell asleep and felt uncomfortable lying on the table, so I carried you to bed." Wen Cai said with a very reasonable look.

Chacha's face blushed when she saw Han Feng, she hurriedly jumped off the bed, and ran out without saying a word.

"Afeng, hurry up and take a look, and nothing will happen!"

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu hurriedly ordered Han Feng.

"What can happen, it's already dawn, I think the brother did the right thing, he's quite manly, hehe!"

"I really made your senior brothers mad, every day!"