Facing my words that were considered a promise, Uncle Johnny didn't say much. Instead, he looked at me deeply, stepped aside, sat down, and then started a technique that I couldn't understand, or something.

Ritual? I think this is something unique to Indian cultivators, right? While it was going on, I felt strong soul fluctuations, one after another, as if waiting for the final explosion.

I glanced at Uncle Johnny, then took a deep breath, and walked towards the coffin again. At this point, Uncle Johnny and I didn’t need to say anything more. The trust he showed in his last glance had already explained.

everything.

Standing next to Patel's coffin, I tried not to look into its eyes, but took out the things I needed one by one.

Patel's arms were still raised straight up to the sky, making his corpse look even more ferocious.

The first thing I had to use was the bloody glutinous rice that Uncle Johnny gave me. I grabbed a handful and squatted down. Inevitably, I still had to come into direct contact with Patel's face. His eyes were still so terrifying.

, those pair of eyes are hard to believe that it is a corpse, because they actually move according to the movements of my hands, obviously watching my every move, but unfortunately the body is sealed and cannot move.

I tried my best not to tremble with my hands, and endured the strong smell of decay and blood coming from the coffin, and stuffed the first handful of glutinous rice into Patel's ears. Patel's cruel eyes looked at the glutinous rice.

When it entered its ears, there was a flash of pain, and then the whole body began to tremble violently, and it felt like a person was struggling to sit up.

It would be a lie to say that I was not afraid, but at this moment, I felt a powerful force coming from Patel's chest. It was the suppressive force of heaven and earth induced by the soul power, which suddenly intensified.

It all happened to Patel, and for a moment I actually heard a painful hissing sound coming from his throat, and then his whole body stiffened again, and he became motionless in the water-soaked coffin.

The feeling of that guided soul power was so familiar to me, and in an instant I knew that it was the seal of the remnant soul from my master that was indeed on my chest.

But at the same time, I also noticed the "powerlessness" of the seal. I felt that the force wanted to forcefully suppress the claws produced by Patel, but in the end it failed.

My hands became cold due to the influence of Patel's body, but the appearance of Master's power made me feel more at ease. I grabbed another handful of glutinous rice, bit it with my teeth, and put it directly on Patel's body.

Above a pair of terrifying eyeballs.

Even though I was wearing gloves, the unique touch of the eyeballs was still transmitted to the palm of my hand, and then directly to the brain. Touching the eyeballs was not a pleasant experience originally. The touch of strange elasticity made people have goosebumps all over the body.

Besides, the eyeballs under my hands are cold.

'Tsk', as soon as the glutinous rice was placed on the eyeballs, a puff of black smoke came out, accompanied by a strange hissing from Patel's throat, which made me feel a tingling sensation from the bottom of my heart. This was not fear.

, but the sore and numb feeling as if my eyeballs were broken. The soul of Patel fused with Kunlun Soul is really powerful, and it can actually make me feel like this.

The black smoke dissipated in the air. Fortunately, I had put on a special mask beforehand. I could not eliminate the influence of Patel himself. I could only recite the meditation mantra in my heart again and again, forcing myself to

Peace of mind, although there is always a trace of influence from Patel that seems to be absent, I cannot eliminate it.

I could only let myself do all the work numbly. Patel's ears were sealed, his eyes were sealed, his nasal cavity was sealed, and finally his mouth looked at the protruding fangs. I knew that

It is the most dangerous place, but it is a place that must be sealed to deal with any zombies. I have no choice.

The bloody glutinous rice seemed to have been calculated by Uncle Johnny. At this time, only the last handful was left. I looked at Uncle Johnny over there. He had fallen into a strange state.

The skin starts to turn a weird red color, and then you can feel

I feel a stream of vitality flowing to the weird totem on his chest. Uncle Johnny's expression is also very strange, very painful, but full of a kind of tranquility in pain, and piety makes you have to think that he is

Doing the most important thing in life.

I withdrew my gaze and stared at Patel's sharp fangs for a long time. Finally, I made up my mind. I stretched out a trembling hand and pinched Patel's chin.

Surprisingly, I didn't encounter any resistance. With just a slight squeeze, Patel's mouth opened slightly. I could see the strand of pure black protruding from his throat, which was very noticeable at first sight.

I grabbed the last handful of blood-colored glutinous rice and started to slowly send it towards Patel's mouth.

This handful of glutinous rice is not meant to be put into Patel's mouth, but I have to put my hand in, put it into its throat and stretch it out to block the evil breath of the corpse, and also block the violent explosion when it lifts the corpse.

There is a possibility of sucking in human yang energy! Because the throat is blocked, it can’t suck it in.

Thinking like this, I squeezed the hand of Patel's chin with a little more strength. Patel's mouth opened wider, and the evil spirit of the corpse was hovering in its mouth. When the corpse was not lifted up,

, I'm not worried that it will come out of Patel's mouth. The gas of corpse evil is a gas that will be naturally emitted when the corpse is lifted up. However, my cold sweat stays on my forehead, and I still have to put my hand in completely.

.

Finally, my hand entered Patel's mouth. The moment I entered, goosebumps appeared on my entire arm uncontrollably. It felt like I had put my hand into the open mouth of a crocodile.

, and the crocodile would close its big mouth at any time and crush my hand with its amazing bite force.

Unfortunately, I still had to find the position of his throat in Patel's mouth and block the bloody glutinous rice there!

I can't describe the coldness in Patel's mouth, and it's the kind of sticky coldness, because there is an unknown liquid in its mouth, and there is also the aura of corpse evil surrounding it that has almost turned into substance.

I felt it against the feeling of my palm

There seemed to be something blocked in my throat. I couldn't put the glutinous rice in. I could only hold the glutinous rice in my hand tightly. Holding back the nausea in my heart, I stretched out two fingers, pinched the lump, and forcibly removed it from Patai.

It came out of your throat!

From beginning to end, Patel acted very docile and allowed me to toss it in his mouth. But the moment the ball was pulled out, it had a strong rancid smell. I just took one look at it and couldn't help but vomit.

It was a rotten heart. Because Patel was a zombie, the cold body played a certain role in preservation, so it did not completely turn into dust and remained in Patel's throat.

Judging from the size of the heart, it is clearly half of a human heart and the other half!

I didn't dare to imagine anymore. I suddenly realized what was going on with the blood marks on Patel's hands. I also knew what the black matter in his nails was. It should be human blood and human flesh, right?

I held the glutinous rice in my hands and started groping in the coffin almost like crazy.

The gray-black turbid liquid in the coffin was spread everywhere by my hands. Finally, I made a hole under Patel's body. It was not a big hole, only half the size of a fist! It was filled with Patel's body.

My body was blocking it, so I couldn't notice it. In the dim environment underwater, we didn't have time to notice such a hole under the coffin. As for after landing ashore, we immediately climbed up and dragged the coffin.

The water in the coffin did not flow out for the time being because the hole was blocked by Patel's body.

After discovering the hole, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, so I knelt down next to the coffin and vomited until all I vomited was clear acidic water, but I still couldn't suppress the turmoil in my heart!

Patel is more terrifying than my master expected. It has not been completely sealed at all! It has always been a 'living' zombie! The reason why it has power is that it is still with us after being sealed for so many years.

The reason why it fights like that is because it has been eating people, eating people's hearts, and absorbing the most essential drops of blood in that person's heart!

I originally thought that it was just directing the fish to spill blood on its own coffin, using a small amount of blood to moisten itself. The coffin did not completely seal it at all, and I had no idea what method it used to dig a hole in the coffin.

come out.

If that's the case, the method I originally prepared to prevent it from raising its body is simply not feasible, and I have to bet on myself!

After calming down, I forced myself to suppress my stomach, which was still churning. With an indescribable anger, I faced the coffin full of putrid odor again, and then tightly held Patel's chin,

The hand holding the glutinous rice reached in again!

This time, my anger made me lose all fear, and I went straight into Patel's mouth and then touched his throat!

The moment I was about to put down the glutinous rice, I felt a strong sense of crisis. I had been mentally prepared for a long time. At that moment, I used all my strength on the strong hand that held Patel's chin.

My fingers turned a strange blue color due to excessive exertion!

But the teeth-searing friction sound still came. It was the sound of the mandible being pinched or being forcibly closed. At this moment, I realized how powerful Patel was. I was almost pressing it.
Chapter completed!