After a while, Zhou Ming finally stopped moving and his mouth stopped opening and closing. Master Qingfeng was shocked and scared, and his heart suddenly became cold. He was really afraid that his eldest disciple would die like this and have accepted such two disciples in his life. The younger disciple was already dead. If the eldest disciple had any accidents, he would never be able to withstand the bones of his body anymore.

He stretched out two fingers and placed them under Zhou Ming's nose. After a while, he felt Zhou Ming breathing a little, but it was just a breath coming out, and there was no breath coming in. Master Qingfeng's body trembled slightly. He really didn't know what to do now.

Although Zhou Ming had already made it like this, Master Qingfeng still took a lot of effort to pull Zhou Ming off the body of the white-haired female corpse. However, Zhou Ming still maintained a strange posture and acted like holding something, and his body was completely stiff.

Taoist Qingfeng was stunned for a while, reached out to touch Zhou Ming's spine, and gently pressed it, and a piece of Zhou Ming's back collapsed. It seemed that several bones on his back might have been broken. This time, Taoist Qingfeng finally couldn't help it. A line of old tears rolled down his cheeks. He knew very well that if it weren't for his great disciple's life to save him, he would have been bitten to death by the female corpse at this time. This great disciple Zhou Ming was also an orphan he picked up. He has always been like a father and son. He has never gotten married in his life and has long regarded these two disciples as his biological sons.

Wake up tomorrow, why are you so stupid, Master lets you run away, why don’t you run away? Your junior brother is gone. If you leave, how can you live alone? Master Qingfeng hugged Zhou Ming’s body and cried bitterly. He was really crying and heartbroken.

After crying for a long time, Master Qingfeng suddenly turned his head and looked at the white-haired female corpse. His heart skipped a beat and suddenly woke up. Although the white-haired female corpse was subdued, it still could not rule out the possibility of standing up again. There had been such an example before, but his three yellow paper talismans were far less effective than the yellow paper talisman posted on the coffin. The yellow paper talisman was painted by a senior from Maoshan. It has profound magic power and may control the white-haired female corpse for a long time, but it was not a long-term solution. I don’t know when it would break the shackles of the talisman again.

Thinking of this, Master Qingfeng gently placed Zhou Ming on the ground, climbed up again, and walked slowly towards the white-haired female corpse. Beside the white-haired female corpse, Master Qingfeng squatted down, pondered for a while, then put his index finger into his mouth, bit it through, and drew some crooked talismans on its chest with the blood flowing out, which looked like the trajectory of a group of earthworms crawling.

After finishing the drawing, the corners of Taoist Qingfeng's mouth twitched slightly, and suddenly some mysterious and bizarre spells were chanted. As the spell continued to accelerate, a golden light suddenly flashed in the chest of the white-haired female corpse, and a huge fireball burned with a bang. Then, the whole body of the female corpse was wrapped in a raging fire.
Chapter completed!