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When the white-bearded old man heard his words, he nearly vomited a mouthful of blood!

He asked in a trembling voice, "You massacred the entire royal stable?"

Pretty Zombie nodded, his expression was unexpectedly filled with unspeakable pride! The Old Man wanted to smash Pretty Zombie's head and point at his nose and complain. What are you proud of, what are you proud of?

Of course, if the old man really did that, Pretty Zombie would probably be able to have a fight with him right now.

Although the Pretty Zombie was not this old man's match, he was durable!

The old man took a deep breath, "I want you to go to the dock, the one where many ships are parked!" I'm not asking you to take the lead by killing horses! "

The world of zombies was very simple, these kind of creatures often acted according to their will.

Pretty Zombie looked at the Old Man innocently, then furiously wrote a line of words on the ground: You didn't explain it yourself, blame me?

Traitor!

The white bearded old man's beard twitched, he could tell that the Pretty Zombie was extremely angry.

This renegade disciple had never known how to respect his master.

Speaking of which, back when Ye Liyuan was still alive, he had often angered him.

Now, even after turning into a zombie, it still didn't forget to come and harm him. This was truly infuriating!

The old man took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Go to the royal stable and take care of the corpses of the horses. If you don't take care of them, you will attract the Daoist priest."

Pretty Zombie shook his head, grabbed the old man's arm and wrote in his hand: It will be a waste of time to dig holes and bury them.

"Even if it's a waste of time, you still have to go!"

Roar ~ ~

"You have to go, or you will attract the cultivators that catch zombies."

Roar ~ ~

"I didn't even take you as my disciple. Why should I help you deal with the corpses of those horses?"

Roar ~ ~

Pretty Zombie didn't like writing such a wasteful text, because it took a long time to write a single sentence. Thus, he still liked to communicate with the old man by shouting.

The old man quickly made a guess, and he was pretty close.

This was not because the old fellow was smart, but because the old man understood Ye Liyuan's character very well.

Even if he had already become a zombie, the morals deep within his bones would not change.

As it turned out, the old man was right.

The white-bearded old man suppressed the anger in his heart and asked, "Why are you unwilling to go?" There was really no way to save this disciple of his.

Pretty Zombie's face actually revealed a hint of bashfulness, and was a little bashful.

"What the heck, who is this little girl of yours showing off?"

Roar ~ ~

Pretty Zombie picked up a sturdy branch from the ground and started drawing on it. I want to see the little beauty dance.

The old man's eyes lit up. "Where is the little beauty?"

Pretty Zombie looked at the old man vigilantly, acting like he was on guard. What are you trying to do?

The old man's eyes shone with a terrifying light. "Tell me, where is this little beauty dancing? What dance is she dancing at? Is it good to watch?"

Pretty Zombie also followed the old man's movements and rolled his eyes.

The old man said angrily, "Tell me! "If you say so, I will go with you to deal with the corpses at the Royal Horse Farm."

Pretty Zombie thought about it, and seemed to think that this plan would work.

But, the old man also wanted to watch Lin Zhaojun dance, why did he have such an uncomfortable feeling in his heart?

A zombie was a type of creature that had a strong possessive nature. In the eyes of the Pretty Zombie, Lin Zhaojun was just a toy in the shape of a human. Even though the toy could now ride on his head.

However, the Pretty Zombie still treated Lin Zhaojun as his personal belongings.

Pretty Zombie rolled his eyes, and directly wrote on the ground: No, I can't let you watch my little beauty dance.

Old Beard took a look and laughed. "Oh, why aren't you letting me take a look? If we don't deal with the corpses of the people at the royal stable, then the Emperor will send someone to investigate and maybe they will find something. When you kill those horses, the corpse poison in your body must have entered the bodies of those horses. "

The old man swore.

However, Pretty Zombie looked at the old man proudly. This time, he wrote something on the ground with vigor: It won't happen.

The old man was curious. "Why is that?"

Pretty Zombie explained to him: I can control my own corpse poison.

The old man stroked his beard, thinking to himself, "That's strange, I've never heard of zombies being able to control corpse poison by themselves." Could it be that this disciple of his really was like the old prophecy?

Thinking about that ancient prophecy, the old man's eyes couldn't help but narrow, his gaze complicated.

Pretty Zombie looked at the old man dumbfoundedly, not saying a word.

Just like that, a man and a zombie. Staring at each other, the old man felt quite sorry for his disciple. However, at times, there were things that were destined by the heavens, and could not be defied. Everything was set in stone.

The Old Man patted Pretty Zombie on the shoulder: "Alright, let's go. Go watch your little beauty dance."

When the Pretty Zombie heard this, his face revealed a silly smile, and on the ground he wrote: I'm leaving.

After speaking, he disappeared with a 'whoosh'.

The old man revealed a treacherous smile, "Little fellow, to be able to watch a little beauty dance, how can I let you enjoy it all by yourself? I want to go as well."

With that, the old man displayed his Qing Gong as he quietly followed behind Pretty Zombie.

Pretty Zombie had muddled along in human society for a long time, his anti-reconnaissance ability was still very strong.

Especially since he had always been on guard against the old man, because the old man had clearly said that he wanted to watch the little beauty dance.

Could it be that this old man wanted to secretly follow him?

With this knowledge, Pretty Zombie did not immediately go find Lin Zhaojun. Instead, she wandered around in the forest.

The old man also followed Pretty Zombie in wandering around the forest. After a few rounds, the old man finally understood that the servant was on guard against him.

The old man couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't expect a zombie like you to know how to scheme."

The old man thought of something and sighed, "If you had been more intelligent, how could you have died?"

However, everything was fated.

There was always a calamity in Ye Liyuan's life.

Sometimes, even if someone else intervened and changed the result, it wouldn't change the process.

Pretty Zombie wandered around the valley. After thinking that he had finished circling around, he went into the lake to soak, and washed off the smell of blood on his body.

After that, he dried himself under the sunlight before heading to Mo Yang Mansion.