"Weirdo?" Xiaolongnu was puzzled.

Huang Rong described the "weird guy" again.

Xiao Long Nu suddenly realized, "You mean the naughty boy Zhou Bo Tong?"

"You really know him!" Huang Rong was secretly happy.

Xiaolongnu had heard of the name Zhou Botong in the martial arts world, but she knew more about him from Su Luo.

She had previously asked Su Luo about the masters in her world.

Xiao Longnu told the information she knew.

Huang Rong nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

That weirdo is not a bad guy after all.

She rolled her eyes and suddenly changed her mind.

Originally, she wanted to tell her father about the existence of the tavern, but now she suddenly realized that now might not be the best time.

Dad is a stubborn old man.

What if he doesn't believe in the magic of the tavern, or even doesn't let me come? "Improve your strength first, at least be stronger than Daddy."

"Let's see if he dares to scold me again in the future, humph!"

Thinking of the scene in which she suppressed her father, a smile appeared on her face.

Just as Huang Rong was chatting with Xiaolongnu and Ying Yinman, a sound suddenly came from the door.

Huang Rong looked subconsciously and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest carrying a coffin into the room.

While she was wondering, she saw the Taoist bowed to Su Luo, then pointed at the coffin and said with a smile: "Sir, please give me an estimate for this zombie!"

"What is a zombie?" Huang Rong asked puzzledly.

Ying Yinman explained: "Zombies are monsters that are formed when a person dies due to the resentment in their throats. They feed on blood and are invulnerable to swords and guns..."

Listening to Ying Yinman's words, Huang Rong felt inexplicably frightened.

"Is there really such a monster?" she asked uncertainly.

The legend of zombies only appeared during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, so there is certainly no such rumor in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

As Huang Rong's voice fell, the coffin lid suddenly flew out, followed by a foul smell, and a corpse actually jumped out of it.

Huang Rong was shocked.

Uncle Jiu subconsciously raised his hand, but saw Su Luo waved his hand lightly, and the zombie was frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

[White Zombie (Ten Years of Daoist Practice): Worth 500 Spacetime Coins.]

Uncle Jiu was quite surprised to see this result.

When he saw the words "white zombie", he automatically learned about the classification of zombies in the tavern.

Those who have been practicing Taoism for fifty years or less are called white zombies, those who have been practicing Taoism for two hundred years or less are called black zombies, those who have been practicing Taoism for one thousand years or less are called jumping zombies, those who have been practicing Taoism for five thousand years or less are called flying zombies, and those who have been practicing Taoism for more than five thousand years are called ba zombies.

"I'll be rich if I can catch a Ba monster." Uncle Jiu was looking forward to it secretly.

Su Luo stared at the imprisoned zombie and fell into deep thought.

After extracting the white zombie's spiritual power, there are two options for dealing with its body.

One is to turn its entire body into a disposable brewing material, which can enhance both cultivation and physical fitness after drinking; the other is to collect this zombie in one's own treasure house.

Once it is placed in the treasure house, you will have absolute control over the zombie.

Thinking of this, Su Luo subconsciously looked at Nie Xiaoqian who was lying in front of the window not far away basking in the sun.

If zombies can be put into the treasure house, can female ghosts also be put into the treasure house?

"I should have induced her to sell herself to the tavern."

As soon as this thought emerged in his mind, Su Luo shook his head and dispelled it.

He pondered for a moment and decided that a living zombie collection would be much more useful than a disposable brewing material.

As soon as the thought came to their mind, the zombies suddenly disappeared from their sight.

The coffin on the ground also disappeared.

Xiaolongnu and Ying Yinman are accustomed to it.

Suddenly, she thought of her mother.

Every time she was wronged, she would go to her mother's coffin and cry. But what if her mother really woke up one day and turned into a monster like this? This kind of zombie especially likes to suck the blood of blood relatives! When she thought of this, she felt terrified.

Just as she was suspicious, she suddenly heard Xiaolongnu's voice.

"Uncle Jiu and we come from different worlds. There are ghosts there, which don't exist in our world."

Huang Rong raised her head: "Really?"

"Every world has its own particularities, just like we don't even have various internal skills." Ying Yinman added with a smile.

As they were talking, Uncle Jiu came over with a wine glass and greeted the three of them.

"This is the new Miss Huang Rong." Ying Yinman helped to introduce her.

Huang Rong was particularly curious about those ghosts and asked about them.

After learning that her mother would not turn into a zombie, she secretly felt guilty and thought that her thoughts were inappropriate.

After chatting for a while, Uncle Jiu couldn't wait to go and drink his cup of wine that could increase his Taoist skills by twenty years.

After Huang Rong chatted with the two for a while, she couldn't wait to leave.

She was already planning how to get her father's two secret manuals of martial arts, and then collect all the rare treasures in the house, intending to take them all to the tavern to exchange for time and space coins.

But just as she reached the door, she was nearly knocked over by a large figure holding a tray.

After seeing the guy in front of her clearly, she involuntarily took two steps back and shrank to the front of the bar.

"Hello!"

Po can already tell the difference between men and women, but he still has some face blindness when it comes to people in the tavern.

He greeted me with a smile, then bent over and handed me a tray, saying, "Try our buns. I can eat ten, no, fifty of them in one meal!"

Huang Rong was even more surprised to see that this panda, which she had only seen in storybooks, could speak human language, and subconsciously looked at Su Luo.

"This is also a guest in the tavern, the Dragon Warrior Abao." Su Luo smiled.

"This is Huang Rong, a new guest."

"So you're a newcomer. Then you have to try more." A Bao almost brought the tray to Huang Rong's mouth.

Upon learning that this panda was also a guest, Huang Rong's panic was slightly relieved.

She hesitated for a moment, took the two buns and said thank you.

Finding that the other party was still staring at her, she had no choice but to lower her head and take a bite.

The buns have thin skin and thick fillings, and are unexpectedly delicious.

"Not bad, very delicious." She praised.

"Haha, I told you so!" Abao excitedly handed the bun to Su Luo.

Su Luo then picked up two buns and found that they tasted indeed good.

Thinking about the opportunity to invite Mr. Duck to sell noodles and buns in the tavern in the future, Su Luo asked, "Is the matter settled?"

Po laughed and said proudly, "Of course, I'm the Dragon Warrior!"

He twisted his fat butt and delivered the buns on the tray to the guests in the tavern one by one, not forgetting to talk about his glorious achievements.

"With your guidance, I finally understood what Kung Fu is..."

"Taro rushed towards me aggressively, but he had no idea that I had realized that the sword without a sword was better than the sword with a sword..."

"With just a slight wave of the hand, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up!" Abao put down the tray, put the remaining five buns into his mouth, and chewed them with big mouthfuls.

Ying Yinman was curious: "So you killed the snow leopard?"

“Yes, and no,” Po swallowed the bun in his mouth and shook his head, “He will enter the spirit world, which doesn’t mean he is really dead, but he won’t be a threat to anyone anymore!”

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Thank you "Fei Fei Lengye" for the reward, and thank you brothers for voting.

Happy New Year's Eve, and may you be prosperous! 　　Did everyone fail to make dumplings? 　　 　 (End of this chapter)