Zhang Bairen drank a lot of water, then held the bowl and looked at the general with his eyes.

"No! No! No..." Seeing the little demon walking over with the bowl again, the smell of urine seemed to be smelled ten feet away, and the general's face was pale and helpless.

"Yes" Zhang Bairen shook his head. Song Laosheng went forward without saying a word and moved the general's head. Wei Yunqi, who was wiping his body, ran over quickly, took out an iron stick and pried open the general's mouth.

"Um...um...um...no...no..."

Seeing the Khitan general's pupils wide, Zhang Bairen fell in without hesitation with "Gui Guai Water": "Although the scholars can be killed but not humiliated, you wait for the foreign tribes to invade China and almost told me that the Central Plains had lost their clans and races. For things that are inferior to beasts, there is no insult or insult."

Amid the grief and angry eyes of the Khitan general, a big bowl of water poured in again.

After the filling, Zhang Bairen jumped away instantly. Song Laosheng quickly jumped behind. Wei Yunqi, who was holding an iron stick in his hand, smiled and took out a rag where he didn't know where he said: "I have..."

"puff"

After a big mouthful of urination, he sprayed Wei Yunqi's face again and asked him to swallow it back with the words "preparation".

The head lost its fixation, and Yelu Qi just waved his head and broke free from the iron rod, then sprayed Wei Yunqi's face.

"How is the inside of your mouth sour, astringent," Wei Yunqi subconsciously slashed his mouth and began to retching suddenly.

Zhang Bairen looked at Wei Yunqi and shook his head: "This unlucky child."

"Go and dig a hole." Zhang Bairen looked at Song Laosheng.

"Oh," Song Laosheng responded and got up to dig a hole.

Zhang Bairen came to Yelu Qi, and Yelu Qi cursed, his eyes as if they were like a knife, as if they could cut off the flesh on Zhang Bairen's body.

After a while, Yelu Qi's eyes gradually dissipated, and Zhang Bairen began a new round of torture.

When Yelu Qi woke up, he saw Zhang Bairen facing away from him, and most of his whole body was blocked by a sword sac, which was slightly taller than Zhang Bairen.

After the pit was dug, Song Laosheng jumped out of the pit quickly: "Okay."

Zhang Bairen looked at the big pit, one square meter long and three meters deep.

"Enough!" After saying that, Zhang Bairen stretched out his palm, chanted a mantra in his mouth, and the rope of trapped the immortal trap was shrinking, and Yelu Qi fell from the tree.

"Release him into this big pit," Zhang Bairen said slowly.

After hearing Zhang Bairen's words, Song Laosheng did not doubt that he was there. He picked up Yelu Qi on the ground and stuffed it into a big pit.

"Boy, what are you going to do!" Looking at the formation, Yelu Qi suddenly panicked.

"Of course I'm sending you on the way." Zhang Bairen slowly picked up the iron shovel and started filling the pit with soil. Soon the soil disappeared beyond Yelu Qi's neck.

Zhang Bairen stopped and looked at his head exposed on the surface of the ground, Yeluqi: "Don't worry, this place is beautiful, the beautiful mountains and rivers are a good place to bury bones, and it doesn't mean to be a humiliating you."

As he spoke, Zhang Bairen turned around and began to search for his backpack, took out cinnabar and yellow talisman paper, chanted a spell, and jumped around Yeluqi like a great god: "Don't worry, this corpse-raising technique is the first time I have used it. It won't be long before you will reappear in the world, kill your relatives' bloodline, and the descendants will be cut off."

Wei Yunqi and Song Laosheng, who said this, shivered at the same time. This young master was too cruel. If there was no need in the future, it would be better not to provoke him.

As he spoke, Zhang Bairen took out a porcelain bowl, burned the talisman paper in his hand, and fell into the porcelain bowl. Zhang Bairen began to chant the spell again, stretched out his fingers and stirred it in the porcelain bowl, and came to Yelu Qi.

At this time, Yelu Qi closed his teeth tightly and refused to speak.

"Do you think I can't do anything like this?" Zhang Bairen shook his head: "You underestimate me too much."

"Hu" Zhang Bairen blew a breath at Qingshui, but saw the water waves rolling, which turned into mist, and drilled into Yelu Qi's nostrils and seven orifices against his breath.

"Now, I'll send you on the road soon." After saying that, Zhang Bairen turned around and looked at Song Laosheng and Wei Yunqi: "But is there anything else to explain?"

The two of them shook their heads together.

"You must die a good death! You must die a good death! One day you will be retribution!" Yelu Qi stared at Zhang Bairen with his eyes tightly.

Zhang Bairen didn't know whether the Fu Shui was effective. His three souls and seven spirits were bound, and his magic could not be used at all.

Zhang Bairen just saw that Yelu Qi's root bones were good, so he just tried it casually and tried it. If he really practiced this technique in the future, he would be more familiar with it.

Moreover, magic is not that simple thing. Many magics need to be continuously practiced and improved to truly master them freely.

A piece of exercise passed by, and Yelu Qi's smile froze on his face.

Blood slowly overflowed from his throat, and Zhang Bairen did not dare to pull the rope of trapped immortals. Even if an important part of his body was shattered, he could still live for a while.

Have you ever seen chicken killing?

Even if you cut your throat, you can still struggle for a long time.

Even this is the case with the chicken, not to mention the warriors who have already walked a long way on the Yigu road.

Zhang Bairen sat quietly, his eyes staring at Yelu Qi.

Time passed little by little, and a quarter of an hour later, Yelu Qi leaked his voice and said, "Even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go."

"Be a ghost? If you have the chance to be a ghost, then talk about it." Zhang Bairen slowly wiped the long sword around his waist.

Looking at Yelu Qi's corpse, Zhang Bairen looked at Yelu Qi carefully, holding a red cinnabar pen and drawing a ghost talisman on Yelu Qi's head. After drawing a large piece, seven silver needles appeared in his hand, and they suddenly pierced into the various acupoints on his head, and all the roots were sank into them.

Zhang Bairen smiled, stretched out his palm and took back the trapped immortal rope, and then began to fill the soil.

On the other hand, Song Laosheng also came over to help and pushed all the dirt down.

The ground was filled, and Zhang Bairen put down the shovel, panting tiredly: "You can take Lord Wei back to the border first, and leave the secret search to me."

"The Khitans are cruel and ruthless and will never show mercy. I am not at ease with the young gentleman himself," said Song Laosheng worriedly.

Obviously, Wei Yunqi's life is not as valuable as Zhang Bairen in Song Laosheng's eyes.

"Mr. Wei is not proficient in martial arts, but he is bound to his feet. You have seen the power of the trapped immortal rope. If you can't beat it, I still can't catch up with me. When I go to the border, I take care of my mother. I will use 100,000 taels of silver in the carriage for you to break through martial arts. I don't have much money now, and I've spent almost all my money on my treasures." Zhang Bairen carried his own sword bag, rolled up the package in the carriage, waved his hand and walked towards the distance: "Remember to wait for me at the border."

"Take care all the way, Mr. Song shouted.

Zhang Bairen waved his hands to the two of them, jumped onto the carriage, and drove the carriage to start running wildly.

"Mr. I am really a free and easy person." Wei Yunqi looked at Zhang Bairen walking away and sighed softly: "The mysterious man has a pure smile and a very spicy method, so I can't see through it."

"Sir, when you go back to Dongdu in the future, you will say more good things for General Yu Juluo, and it will be worthy of my brothers saving you. If you have any accident this time, the general will be hurt. Many people think it is the general who has harmed you." Song Laosheng looked at Wei Yunqi.

Wei Yunqi nodded: "Don't worry, I am not the kind of ungrateful person."

After saying that, he wandered around Yelu Qi's bone-burying place twice, his eyes full of curiosity: "You said, Yelu Qi will really turn into a zombie?"

"I'm sure I'm not separated. Before, this kid deliberately urinated repeatedly, and then used words to stimulate Yelu Qi, which made his body resentment not dissipate. The procedure was done enough. Whether it could succeed depends on God's will." Song Laosheng touched his chin: "Sir, let's go on the road!"

"Okay! OK! OK! Let's go on the road."

After a while, Wei Yunqi said again: "Then do you think zombies still have consciousness and thoughts? Is they immortal? "

Song Laosheng was driving the carriage, stunned when he heard this, and smiled in his heart: "So that's it, immortality is indeed a threshold that no one can get around."

"Don't worry, as long as you quell the Khitan Rebellion, you will definitely enter the Dharma Realm to meet the former emperor after death and obtain an immortal fruit." Song Laosheng joked with Wei Yunqi.

"Dharma Realm Heavenly Court?" Wei Yunqi touched his chin.
Chapter completed!