"You should have received the news about what happened yesterday, tell me."

Shang Biao expressed his purpose, especially the life and death of Shi Laodao and Hu Shenpo, and the whereabouts of the hairy zombie.

It would be fine if Mao Zon escaped, but if it fell into the hands of the public, he would basically be fine.

"I only know about it. Before it rained yesterday, some experts had calculated the weather, so they got out of the tomb in advance.

Later, I didn't know what happened, but I was shocked a powerful zombie. Almost all the experts who were descending tomb were killed and the tomb of Guangwu was shocked.

The situation is unclear later. I only know that the powerful zombie fled into Guangwu Mountain. The relatives, friends and teachers of the victims arrived one after another and were searching for them in the mountains."

Shang Biao frowned and planned in his heart.

Although he was not afraid of Yinshan Technique being exposed to everyone, he had no means to subdue the slap.

Even if the Mao Zombie is very lucky, he is seriously injured by others, but it is not easy to compete with the masters of various factions.

Especially here, maybe there are also disciples who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Yinshan Sect, so those people don’t care about the morality of the world.

Basically, when I saw the disciples in Yinshan, I didn’t ask about right or wrong, and I was not very skilled in siege and fighting.

"So, neither Shi Laodao nor Hu sage came to find you?"

"No, I heard that Taoist Master Shi had appeared at the S City Airport."

Han Gang was also a little grateful to the witch Hu who reminded him. Unfortunately, witch Hu did not see anyone in his life or corpse in his death.

"Then I won't disturb Boss Han's reception of the distinguished guests, say goodbye!"

The rest time is precious, and Shang Biao is not going to go here again.

"Master Huang, can you leave a contact information? Please give me any inconvenience to come forward in the future. This card is a little bit of thought. There are six passwords and a monthly limit of 500,000 yuan. You can use it."

Han Gang took out a credit card and stuffed it into Shang Biao's hand.

"Then I would like to thank Boss Han. If there are any magic weapons left by others in Guangwu's tomb, please pay attention to it. My phone number is 132... If it cannot be reached, please dial it again a few days later.

The piece of mutton fat white jade in your office can be processed, it is unlucky!"

Shang Biao accepted the card and said that if someone like this, he could use it if he purchased some rare materials, he would like to mention Han Gang.

Under the dim lights in the private room, Shang Biao did not notice that when he mentioned that Han Gang had a problem with the white jade with mutton fat, the two young men looked a little wrong.

After Shang Biao finished speaking, he left the private room without waiting for Han Gang to ask.

After he left, the two young men also walked out of Mingfei's bar in a short while.

"Ba Song, find that troublesome person, I want him to know the price of talking too much!"

The short young man called Basong hesitated to take out a small black palm-sized oak from his arms, and hesitantly looked at the person talking.

"Sinawa, before going abroad, the master told us not to provoke the surrendered masters here!"

Basong's words made the tall Sinava a little impatient, but it would be impossible to track Shang Biao without the help of Basong's little ghost, so he patiently explained:

"Ba Song, if you don't kill that person, Sister Shambo's surrender technique will definitely be destroyed. Although the master told us not to provoke the surrender here, he took the initiative to ruin our affairs, and this was what he provoked us."

"All right!"

Basong was persuaded to press his right hand on the mouth of the altar of the left hand, and as the palm and the bottle were separated, a ghost baby with green face and fangs floated out.

The two followed the ghost baby and quickly approached Shang Biao's position.

Shang Biao stood quietly on the top floor of a common unfinished building in S City.

Not long after, Basong and Sinava, the two men, chased after them under the leadership of the ghost baby.

"So it's you. It seems that I'm suspicious, not the right enemy who recognizes my identity."

Looking at the ghost baby floating in the air grinning, Shang Biao almost recognized the whereabouts of these two people.

He didn't expect that he would meet a Thai surrender wizard, or the infamous black surrender. It seemed that they did not come from the tomb in Guangwu Mountain.

The only reason why the other party followed him must be Han Gang. Perhaps the weirdness of the mutton fat jade was related to them.

Shang Biao had a guess in his heart and was immediately confirmed.

"It's a bad thing for us, but you dare to underestimate us!"

Sinava's index finger flew out of his palm, shooting like a bullet out of the borehole, like Shang Biao.

On the other hand, Basong also directed the ghost baby to fly towards Shang Biao, and at the same time took out a scarecrow in his hand.

"Haha, underestimate it! I just look down on you. When it comes to playing with ghosts, we are our ancestors!"

"You have leaked cinema information and eliminated witnesses within ten minutes!"

A bronze magic sword appeared out of thin air in Shang Biao's hand. With a swing, the ejected index finger broke through it and fell to the ground.

The pretty female ghost man next to him showed up in front of him, stretched out his claws, grabbed the ugly ghost baby in his hand, and sucked it gently. The ghost baby only let out a shrill scream and was swallowed into his stomach.

"My finger bottle! Kill you!"

When Sinava saw the index finger on the ground that was stepped on by Shang Biao, she screamed in pain.

Although there was no saying that ten fingers were connected to the heart when his index finger was refined into a finger bottle, it was the flesh that fell off his body after all. How could he not feel heartbroken when he watched it destroyed?

"As a surrender, you should be like that person. Hiding aside and cursing people is what you should do. If you like melee combat so much, I'll find you a sparring opponent!"

A stout figure appeared in front of Shang Biao, shaking the roof of the building.

"jingle!"

The soul-suppressing bell shook, and the real black zombie, refined by the people of the fire, jumped and rushed to Sinawa's face.

The sharp corpse claws were blocked by the lowering robes woven from black hair. Sinava said in Thai, but he didn't hear a response and looked back.

Basong had become a mummy, and the refreshed female ghost stretched out her long tongue and licked her lips, showing a cruel smile to him.

"Sher!"

The lowering clothes made of hair were torn apart, and a pair of muscular arms hugged Sinava in a ghostly state. The half-fingered fangs were inserted into the neck, and the new black zombie was stolen for the first time.

The essence and blood are the black zombie, and the soul is the ghost child. The stingy Shang Biao uses his opponent to the extreme.

"In the future, the soul and spirit will belong to you, and the essence and blood will belong to you. If you don't agree with me, it will take more than an hour for the true fire to burn your body."

Shang Biao glanced at the ghost boy who was pretending to be pitiful and said coldly.

It seems that burning something that doesn’t last for a long time a few days ago was too short.

Take two mummies back to the theater, and there is no better place to hide the corpse.
Chapter completed!