Old Liu looked up at Zhou Ming and Wu Feng, and said angrily: You two brats are so inappropriate. You can do such a life-deserving thing. Even if your master dies, you must have been angry with you two bastards. You said it is easy for your master to raise you two to seek life. I am old man who is so old and still want to live a few more years. You guys don’t want to pay attention to you.

Old Liu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him. If he hadn't been holding Master Qingfeng, he would have been kicking them both times, so that the resentment in his heart would have been dissipated.

Wu Feng and Zhou Ming blushed when Old Liu scolded him, and they wanted to find a mouse hole to crawl into it.

Zhou Ming muttered a few embarrassedly, quickly changed the subject and asked: Uncle Liu, is my master okay?

Old Liu said with a gloomy face: Don't worry, I can't die for the time being, but the yin evil spirits are infiltrated, the three souls and seven spirits are turbulent, and it is unstable in the body. It should be fine to rest for a few days.

As he said that, Old Liu looked up at Wu Feng, his eyes fell on the corpse-subduing ruler in Wu Feng's hand, and he said in confusion: Wu Feng, what kind of treasure is you holding in your hand? Why is this powerful evil spirit condensed by dozens of evil spirits that have absorbed all of this thing in an instant? I have never seen such a magical thing at this age, so I have never seen it.

Wu Feng scratched his head, not knowing what to say, because it was because what happened in the past year when he fell on the Broken Soul Cliff, he lied to many people after he came out, and the lies were not unified, and he didn't know how to tell his own lies. After he hesitated for a long time, he said: Mr. Liu, I don't know what other uses of this thing, but I just knew that his name was the corpse-burning ruler, which could sense the evil things around him and absorb the evil spirits from the evil things. This time it happened. If this thing hadn't fallen out of my arms, I'm afraid our master and disciple would have died.

Old Liu nodded thoughtfully, knowing that Wu Feng had hidden something from him, so he was not easy to ask again. After a while, he said: Don’t stand here, hurry up and clean up the mud on the altar to bury the big tree. Remember, you must bury it deep and burn a few yellow paper talismans to avoid him feeling wronged and causing trouble.

Zhou Ming responded and walked to the altar like he ran away. He reached out to the mud tire placed on the altar. At this time, he realized that the yellow paper talisman on the forehead of the mud tire had burned out at some point. Perhaps when Taoist Qingfeng was retaliated by the dozens of unjust souls, his hand had not touched the mud tire. Somewhere else, a strange wind blew over the mud tire, and the skull of the mud tire rolled onto the ground.

Zhou Ming was shocked and quickly turned around and looked at Lao Liu's head, pointing to the mud fetus and said: Lao Liu, come and see if the mud fetus head is lost.
Chapter completed!