Dimensional Reincarnation: Only I Know the Plot

Hearing Wu Di's words, Uncle Jiu's feet softened.

Knowing how to kill Bajiao Jing decisively, Uncle Nine dared not let Wu Di enter his house at all.

Because there are many ghosts locked there.

Not to mention that little zombie, which is Uncle Jiu's favorite.

Today's Ninth Uncle is no longer the bloody moralist back then.

Years of experience have given him a little more warmth.

Even the attitude towards zombies is no longer directly killing them, but more humane.

The little zombie has already become a zombie, so don't kill them all.

Looking at the hesitation on Uncle Jiu's face, Wu Di could guess what he was thinking.

"Master Dao, is there anything invisible in your house?"

Although heartbroken, there is nothing to say.

"That's right, why don't you need to check it? Could it be that you are hiding some contraband in it?" the captain shouted while pinching his pistol.

"Sir, you don't need to check the contents here!"

"Hey, what are you doing!" Before Wu Di could speak, Uncle Jiu's apprentice had already spoken.

I also said just now, don't break things, this kicked a jar with ghosts in it.

Wu Di walked over, but saw that it was a side room, and there was a dark coffin in it.

It seemed that as long as Wu Di gave an order, they would shoot directly and kill the three masters and apprentices.

But after hearing Wu Di's words, they had no choice but to move all the jars like this over.

"Master Taoist, I heard that you are a high Taoist of the Maoshan Sect, and I admire your Maoshan Sect very much..."

"What are you doing!" Uncle Jiu's disciple asked with dissatisfaction.

"Nonsense!" Uncle Jiu retorted immediately after hearing this.

There was panic on their faces.

brush!
The other party had just finished their movements when they saw a group of security guards in front of them raise their rifles, pointing their black muzzles directly at them.

clang clang!
The sound continued to be heard, and streaks of black smoke also drifted out from the jar.

After saying this, Wu Di ignored Uncle Jiu and led the people into the small courtyard in the mountain.

A smile appeared on Wu Di's face.

The ruthless young man in front of him actually asked him for a bribe.

These ghosts are too weak, no matter how many they kill, it will have no effect on their completion of the task.

Wu Di waved his hand to make the security team back down, then he walked up to Uncle Jiu, looked at him and said.

Then, even Uncle Jiu, a well-known Daoist priest in the fantasy world, would have to drink his hatred on the spot.

At this time, the voice of the captain came from the room.

Wu Di turned to look at Uncle Jiu with a calm expression, but this expression made Uncle Jiu frowned.

Unexpectedly, Wu Di could say such words.

Uncle Jiu sighed and hurriedly followed.

Wu Di shouted to his subordinates, but he walked into the courtyard first.

"Master, why don't we fight them!"

After seeing ghosts in the jar, the security guards didn't dare to touch these things.

"Could it be an evil law that harms people?"

Some submissive.

All the ghosts in the jar were also wiped out.

From a jar, a muddy hand stretched out, trying to grab Wu Di.

Since being subdued by Wu Di, the captain seems to be suffering from Stockholm syndrome.

Pull the bolt to reload, and make a good aiming action.

"Silver dollars!" Uncle Jiu's apprentice's eyes lit up.

The shock on Uncle Jiu's face naturally reflected in Wu Di's eyes.

brush!
After Wu Di finished speaking, the security team put away their rifles in unison.

"If the Taoist priest can show me your sect's Taoism, I won't inspect this coffin."

Seeing the young man attacking the ghost fiercely, he thought Wu Di was that kind of warm-blooded and decent person.

Yuan Datou can buy dozens of jars like this.

Uncle Jiu has a deep affection for the little zombie, so he wants to keep him.

He absolutely cannot bear to be so slandered.

Click!

"Boss, look what I found!"

He has seen Wu Di kill all the ghosts he collected and subdued.

Uncle Ninth's apprentice knew what he was thinking, and when he saw Master was in a dilemma, he quickly took action.

This is like putting a shit bowl on his head, how can he bear it.

Not rancid, but a more inexpressible taste.

And Uncle Jiu and the other three also let out a long sigh of relief.

"Be careful, don't damage the things in the Taoist priest's house, or you will have to pay for it!"

It was Uncle Jiu.

"Gulu!" Uncle Ninth's master and apprentice swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with a look of fear on their faces.

When Uncle Jiu heard this, his eyes widened.

Snapped!
Wu Di stomped over, and the energy of the ripples gushed out instantly. While kicking the jar, the ghosts inside were also wiped out by the energy of the ripples.

"After killing so many ghosts, I didn't get any plot fragments. Does it seem that they are not qualified?"

"You move all the jars like this over here."

Wu Di smiled: "Then let me see, what's the harm?"

Uncle Jiu is upright and upright, even his senior brother who used evil methods was eliminated by him.

But he also just smiled.

But inside the coffin, there were little zombies.

Wu Di raised his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, put the gun away, Taoist priest is not that kind of person."

Wu Di turned his head and looked at the security team members.

Wu Di said so, but there was no sign of embarrassment on his face. He stretched out his hand and threw a Yuan Datou on the table.

Wu Di's approach is not surprising.

In the fantasy world, the idea of ​​eliminating demons and defending morality is deeply rooted, and many people are in favor of killing one upon sight.

Wu Di guessed in his heart.

Uncle Jiu felt bitter in his heart and moved his mouth, but he couldn't find the reason.

At this moment, a figure rushed in with a serious expression on his face.

"Why not check?"

"I'm sorry, I will compensate according to the price."

They were so scared that Wu Di really ordered to shoot.

More than a dozen jars were moved in front of Wu Di and placed neatly.

He has been in the fantasy world for so many years, and he has never seen such a person.

Without the past, Wu Di smelled a cold smell.

However, there was no satisfaction on Wu Di's face.

They picked up brooms and other sticks in the house, used them as weapons, and stood in front of the coffin.

Wu Di nodded, and immediately broke all these jars like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

His Taoism is very powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he can't beat bullets.

As Wu Di said, his eyes glanced at Uncle Jiu, and he looked at the coffin behind him.

Living in the world of reincarnation, Wu Di has always had a flexible moral bottom line.

Wu Di didn't have the slightest psychological pressure to make a mere threat, whether it harmed others or not.

Instead, Wu Di glanced at Uncle Jiu and said with a smile on his face.

"I, an enlightened senior like Daoist Priest, shouldn't have any sect views like those pedantic people?"

In a word, Uncle Jiu fell into silence.