The bloodline flew over the head of the Qingfeng Taoist Master and landed directly on the body of a big tree. But when he saw the big tree, a burst of white smoke suddenly emanating from the big tree, which instantly corroded and charred black.

Seeing this, Master Qingfeng couldn't help but gasp and said in his heart: What a powerful toxicity, it almost matches the Red Blood-Refining Snake of the Old Taoist Qingxu.

Without thinking too much, the blood corpse soon chased after him. Master Qingfeng shook his hand and threw out a few copper coins, all hitting the blood corpse's face. Another bloody flower sprinkled. This time, one of the eyes that broke out of the blood corpse and hung it on his face, looking even more terrifying. The blood corpse's body paused and took two steps backwards.

Taking advantage of this gap, Master Qingfeng quickly stood up and ran away. While running, he searched for traces of the kitchen. Sweat on his forehead was so anxious. This house is so big, with one room connected to another. Where is the kitchen?

By the way, it may be near the woodshed, because after the firewood is chopped, it will be sent to the kitchen to cook. Logically speaking, the kitchen should be arranged near the woodshed, so that cooking will be more convenient. Master Qingfeng naturally knew that he and his disciple were locked up there for most of the day and had already become familiar with the road.

The blood corpse was completely angered by Taoist Qingfeng. He roared to the sky, sprayed out a sip of red poisonous gas, and continued to chase Taoist Qingfeng with a strange cry.

After running all the way for a long time, Master Qingfeng was already exhausted and sweating profusely. The blood corpse behind him kept chasing him, as if he had endless strength. Master Qingfeng stood at the door of the woodshed, glanced around, and with the dim moonlight, he saw a house in vain. There seemed to be two large jars of pickled vegetables at the door.

It is impossible for Governor Zhang to eat pickles in such a wealthy family. These two large jars of pickled pickles must have been prepared for their servants, and there must be vinegar in the room.

That's right, it must be there. Master Qingfeng said to himself, wiped the sweat from his head, and ran towards the room. At this time, the blood corpse had already chased him here. He suddenly stopped, a piece of rotten flesh on his nose trembled, locked on Master Qingfeng's trace, and then jumped up and jumped towards the room where Master Qingfeng was.

As soon as Master Qingfeng entered the house, the blood corpse followed closely. Before the blood corpse could enter the house, Master Qingfeng kicked the big jar of pickled pickles and kicked the big jar of pickled pickles out, and just hit the body of the blood corpse. There was a loud bang, and the big jar of pickled pickles was instantly split. The pickles in the jar were sprinkled all over the ground, and the blood corpse took two steps back. Before a moment of stopping, Master Qingfeng quickly kicked another big jar at the blood corpse.

Regardless of whether the blood corpse was hit or not, Master Qingfeng quickly flashed into the house and flipped the bottles and jars of all sizes in the house in a hurry. He didn't know that the jar contained vinegar.
Chapter completed!