Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 67: The means of return or return

After hearing the voice outside, Yu hurriedly ran out of the temple. I saw the **** man who knocked him unconscious a few days ago drove a carriage to the gate of the temple, and inside the carriage was a corpse wrapped in a bamboo mat. After Yu opened the bamboo mat, it was really her husband who died under the curse of the little plague—Ying Wang Zhu Dong.

At this time, Zhu Dong was still as if he had just died. His body was as black as ink had been smeared. However, after being dead for six days, the corpse did not appear to be corrupt at all, and those who didn't know thought he had just died...

"Return or return! He can't expose Sanguang..." After seeing that the body of his deceased husband was unharmed, Yu Shi immediately turned to return to return. After shouting at the old guy, she continued: "There is no inscription to protect the body... The body is not rubbed with spiritual oil. Return or not! You return my husband's life!"

While speaking, Mr. Yu pulled out his sword here to fight with the return. But how could Bai Wuqiu around her let her pass like this? At the same time as the woman turned to pounce on the old guy, Er Lengzi grabbed her hair and then pulled it back. Said: "Little Widow! I have sent the corpse of your dead man from a thousand miles away. It's fine if you don't say thank you. How can you dare to touch my father?"

Shi Yu is really no match for this monster. After her hair was caught by Bai Wuqiu, she clenched her teeth and cut off her long hair with the sword in her hand. Then he continued to pounce toward the return. In Yu's heart, Zhu Dong, who has no protection, is no different from the real dead...

"Didn't I say it? Don't do anything to this old guy." Just before Yu Shi rushed into the temple, Bai Wuqiu appeared in front of her again. This time, Er Lengzi directly grabbed the blade of the sword in the woman's hand.

No matter how much the woman struggles, the sword seems to be growing in the hand of the **** man, and it cannot be shaken at all. At this time, Bai Wuqiu grinned at Yu Shi and said, "Little widow, aren't you and the old guy old friends? How can you do it? It's not that I said you two, he is a lot of age, you It is also a person who has been reborn dozens of times. It is rare that you have just died an old man, and that old guy has no one to care for for thousands of years. In this way, you all look at Lao Tzu's face. An old bachelor and a little widow just happen to live together, if you I promise, I will call you Mom now..."

When Mr. Yu heard Bai Wuqiu's words, he only shivered with anger. Now she doesn't want to hold a sword anymore, and like a ghost, she spared her from Er Lengzi's side. He rushed towards Guibugui who was smiling bitterly: "Guibugui, you dare to destroy my reputation! I'll strangle you..."

"You strangled my old man, who brought your husband back to life?" Looking at the Yu family who had already rushed to his side, Gui Bugui hid for a few times, and then continued: "Monk Guangxiao, if you did something, it was me back then. The old man taught him, the night the corpse was transported back. My old man saw you transcribe the inscription in the coffin, and smeared spiritual oil on the corpse. Naturally, I understand what you want to do... Still doing it? You really want to A widow?"

At this time, Mrs. Yu stopped her hand. She looked at Gui Bugui who had already retreated to the gate of the temple and said, "Do you really have a way to save my husband?"

Looking at the tearful Yu Shi, returning home was somewhat sour. But he still smiled and said to Bai Wuqiu beside him: "Silly boy, return the sword to the princess. If I can't save His Royal Highness Prince Ying, I will let her use this sword to break me. The old man..."

While speaking, there was a cloud of dark clouds. Watching the dark clouds block the sun. There was darkness everywhere, and only then did I return to the side of the carriage and stretched out my hand to remove the bamboo mat from the corpse. After taking a look at the motionless corpse, he said to Mr. Yu who was already behind him: "Look carefully at the difference between His Royal Highness King Ying..."

Only then did Mrs. Yu look at the corpse of her husband again. This time, when she looked carefully, she saw that the corpse was covered with inscriptions densely covered with ink. She was familiar with these inscriptions. It was the night six days ago when she lay in the coffin and wrote the inscription on the lock of the soul on the inner lining of the coffin.

In addition to these inscriptions, there is a shiny layer of oil on the body. Yu shi reached out and rubbed the corpse, and saw that his hands and hands were covered with grease. The smell of this grease was the spiritual oil that he had poured into the coffin and soaked Zhu Dong's body in it.

It was only then that Yu realized that this old guy wrote the inscription he wrote on the inner lining of the coffin directly on the body. Then he smeared the spiritual oil on it. He did almost the same as himself, but he looked much smarter.

Seeing Yu Shi's silence, Guibugui smiled and said, "Did the monk Guangxiao still tell you that although you can transport King Ying's body here, he is not 100% sure. Can you tell me that your husband's soul is rescued, it depends on his good fortune? Those are all the Jianghu tactics I taught him back then. He was not very good at learning. Do you have the signboard of the alchemist school? If I knew that my old man would leave the sect one day, then let him toss it, anyway, it was his master Xu Fu's face..."

While speaking, Gui Bugui stretched out his hand and said that the clothes on the corpse were taken off, and the corpse of King Ying was stripped naked. The old guy pulled out the cork of the porcelain bottle in his hand, and then buckled the mouth of the bottle on the forehead of the corpse. The moment the bottle was buckled, the corpse that had been motionless suddenly trembled. The monks who were attentively watching the fun all shivered with fright..."

Guibugui stared at the changes of the corpse, and said in a showy mouth: "The Little Plague Curse is a sorcery of the 81st Road, but the soul of those who die under this spell will not leak out. The soul will not leave the body until the body is completely decomposed. It was someone who borrowed this loophole back then and created the method of revival."

When talking about this, Gui Bugui removed the porcelain vase from the corpse's forehead. Then suddenly he stretched out his finger and stabbed it in the throat of the corpse, and it was too late when Yu shi wanted to stop it. Seeing that the whole finger was stabbed into the body of King Ying, even if his husband was suspended from death, he would be dead...

"What do you want to do!" Yu Shi furiously raised his sword again and slashed at the old guy, but before the blade fell, he heard that Gui Bugui had pulled out his finger. Then a foul-smelling black blood spurted out from the wound on King Ying's neck...

After seeing this foul-smelling blood, the Yu family understood the intention of returning home, which was to bleed her husband again. At the moment, the sword hurriedly stopped in mid-air, and in the evening, it was already looking at the old face who was not returning.

Seeing the sword stopped in midair, after returning home and smiling, he grimaced at the Yu family and said, "If this sword really liked me, the old man, your husband's life will be together. It's over. Fortunately, you stopped in time..."

While speaking, Gui Bugui stretched out his finger and stabbed Zhu Dong's heart again. After the black stinky blood was released, he continued to stick out his fingers and stab the corpse's lower abdomen. Yu shi saw that the black blood in the three wounds was full and turned bright red. It took almost a cup of tea, and there was no black blood flowing out of the three wounds, and the blood flowing out also slowed down. I don't want to gushing out like just now. And the dark color of the active body also slowly disappeared along with the black blood, and then he looked at the gray and white color of a normal dead person.

At this time, Gui Bugui stretched out his palm and pressed Zhu Dong's chest. Then the old guy regularly pressed King Ying's heart up and down, and the process took a little longer. Almost an incense stick passed, and King Ying who was lying on the carriage suddenly opened his eyes with a sound of "ah..."