Then what should I do with this mud tire Zhou Ming asked in a daze.

It’s better to do whatever you should do, just place it under a big tree and bury it.

Old Liu said, and hugged Master Qingfeng. Guo Dacheng saw that Old Liu was still holding Master Qingfeng at a very old age, so he stepped forward and took Master Qingfeng over and said: Uncle Liu, you are so old that you can just give Master Qingfeng to me, and you can rest.

Old Liu did not refuse, and directly placed Master Qingfeng on Guo Dacheng's back and said: Brother Qingfeng is very weak now, and fighting with others is quite exhausting. Just now, I took his pulse with him and found that the vitality in his body was almost exhausted. He must be well-off for several days before he can recover.

Speaking of this, Old Liu couldn't help but shook his head and sighed for a while, and said: I should have seen the danger of Brother Qingfeng's fight this time, and I should have stopped him from the beginning, but when I remembered, Brother Qingfeng had already entered a state of meditation. If he disturbed him at that time, he would inevitably become possessed by the evil spirit and the yin energy would retaliate. Unexpectedly, he finally turned into this.

Guo Dacheng carried Taoist Qingfeng on his back and turned to ask Lao Liu: Uncle Liu, should we go back to my house or take it directly at Zhang Tuanlian's house.

Let's go, let's go to your house. Brother Qingfeng needs to have a good life and rest for a few days. So many people died in this Tuanlian family at once. The resentment is condensed and the yin energy is thick. It has become a yin house and should not be kept for a long time.

Old Liu said, shook his head and sighed again, carrying his hands on his back, and walked outside, Guo Dacheng followed closely behind with Taoist Master Qingfeng on his back.

Zhizhi, the yellow-haired monkey suddenly climbed onto his shoulders along Wu Feng's trouser legs, hugged Wu Feng's neck for a moment of intimacy, pointed to Master Qingfeng's back, screamed, and made a trembling move.

Wu Feng naturally understood it. What the yellow-haired monkey wanted to express was that it was just now that it wanted to save Wu Feng, but it was too afraid of the black gas on Taoist Qingfeng's body, so it did not dare to move forward. The yellow-haired monkey was a little disgusted.

Wu Feng was already grateful to the yellow-haired monkey for saving his life again and again. This time, the yellow-haired monkey did not help, and he could not blame it at all. Even the senior brother who ate two demon fox inner pills could not resist the evil spirit, let alone a yellow-haired monkey.

Wu Feng patted the yellow-haired monkey on the head and comforted softly: Xiao Huang is fine, am I fine? Don’t worry, Master will get better in two days.

The yellow-haired monkey had tears in his eyes, nodded heavily, and hugged Wu Feng's neck tightly, looking like a little monkey was dependent on others.

At this time, Zhou Ming had already buried the blood clay man and burned a few yellow paper talismans under the big tree to comfort the undead.

After clapping his hands, Zhou Ming chanted a few requiem curses, then ran to Wu Feng, slapped the yellow-haired monkey in the butt, and said to Wu Feng: Junior brother, let's go, everything here has been dealt with. I have been busy for most of the day and haven't even drooled, and I'm very hungry.
Chapter completed!