Just as we finished our work, a dark figure rushed into the passage.

With a crackling sound and a black figure rushing towards them, streaking with sparks and lightning.

"Hide well!"

Hei Jiao exclaimed in surprise, and the four of them split into two lines, standing on either side of the bend.

While you're at it, press down on a few ink line dots that you can't fix in place.

"Sizzle, crackle, pop..."

As soon as the old zombie appeared, it bumped into the ink line, sparks flew, and the entire zombie was electrocuted into a charcoal head.

"let go!"

As Hei Jiao finished speaking, the people holding onto the ink line quickly released their grip.

The remaining ink line was then tightly bound to the old zombie's body.

The once vigorous old zombie underwent a brief baptism of talismans.

With the ink line binding him, he was now lying on the ground, convulsing, and foaming at the mouth.

"Several small families, well done!"

Master Wan rushed out first and witnessed what had just happened.

He quickly took out a rope from his body and tightly bound the old zombie's hands and feet.

Without bothering to untie the ink lines, he simply tied the zombie up.

Then, together with Li Chuandao who came out later, the two carried the zombie back to the post station.

"This time, we were very fortunate to have the help of my junior disciples. Otherwise, it would have been quite a struggle to catch this old man!"

Looking at the old zombie that had already been put into the coffin, Master Wan took a deep breath.

His senior apprentice is so lucky to have such a clever disciple.

"It's all thanks to Junior Brother Erbing for providing the black dog blood; otherwise, it wouldn't have had such a great effect!"

When Hei Jiao spoke on behalf of the three disciples, Master Wan felt even more that his disciples were extraordinary.