Resurrect the Ninth Master?

The Ninth Master has been dead for decades, and the bones may have been stopped.

But when I saw the confident appearance of the ninth woman, I knew that things were not simple.

Lao Zhang came over, limping and moving with difficulty carrying the coffin.

Seeing this coffin, Jiu Po's originally fierce eyes also softened. Ignoring the pouring rain, he rushed directly towards the coffin.

I picked up Yingying and protected her in my clothes, and also walked over with Jiu Po.

The lid of the coffin has been opened by Lao Zhang, and there is a corpse lying inside, which is none other than the ninth master.

The corpse looked much younger than the black-and-white photo on the table in the hall of the Ninth Mother's house, and it looked less than fifty years old, and it was very well preserved. It looks like I'm asleep, and even my face is unusually shiny.

"Zhang's family, let's do it......" The ninth woman lay on the edge of the coffin, her palm gently swaying the face of the ninth master.

With that loving and decisive look, you can feel how much she likes the person in the coffin.

Just after the ninth woman gave the order, I saw an interesting figure.

Zhang Ying actually appeared behind Lao Zhang. Like the villagers before him, he stood there like a walking corpse, his face unusually numb.

Isn't she supposed to be tied up in the Nine Woman's house by me, how could she be here?

and Yingying, I explained it before, I must let her take a good look at Zhang Ying, and she also left a lot of things.

But now, first Yingying found this side, and then Zhang Ying's sudden appearance.

I wanted to ask Yingying what was going on, but Yingying was already asleep in my arms.

Lao Zhang didn't care about my shock at all, but I saw him take out a pitch-black dagger from his pocket, wipe Zhang Ying's sleeve and pull it on the miserable white arm. In an instant, Zhang Ying's arm was cut open, and blood gushed out directly.

Zhang Ying's wound was directly stuffed into the mouth of the ninth master by Lao Zhang.

As soon as the blood entered the mouth, the corpse of the ninth master seemed to be alive, and his lips squirmed.

Immediately afterward, a feeling of palpitations permeated my heart.

This feeling became stronger and stronger, and I even felt a little out of breath.

They must be stopped, or the consequences will be dire.

"Lao Zhang, let go quickly, she is your woman, do you really want her life?" I shouted, and I was about to rush over to stop them.

But before I could move, I felt a heart-rending pain in my shoulder.

When I looked down, I found that it was Yingying. His eyes were closed and he bit me on the shoulder. Although it was still through the clothes, there were already blood stains coming out of the corners of his mouth.

I endured the pain and pushed Yingying away, put her not far behind me, and rushed towards Lao Zhang again.

The feeling of palpitations was getting heavier and heavier, and his face was already blue.

didn't care much, he kicked Lao Zhang's chest directly, snatched Zhang Ying from his hands, tore off the sleeve of his coat and tied it around her arm to stop her bleeding.

Lao Zhang lay on the ground for a long time and did not get up, nor did he come over to continue to rob Zhang Ying, but lay on the ground and laughed loudly.

The Ninth Po was still lying on the edge of the coffin, looking at the corpse inside.

Since the appearance of the corpse of the ninth master, the eyes of the ninth woman have no room for others.

Finally, in the next moment, I understood what Lao Zhang was laughing at.

The corpse of the Ninth Master in the coffin actually sat up, and his body was churning with resentment, even stronger than the resentment carried by the flood in the river before. This thick resentment makes my hands and feet a little cold.

The ninth woman, who was the closest, directly wiped her sleeve and handed her arm to the ninth master's mouth.

"Stop her, you must not suck blood anymore......" An eager voice was heard from afar.

I don't know who made the sound, but he's right, and he has to stop it. Jiu Po and Lao Zhang used such a big battle to come out, there must be a backhand. If we don't stop it in time, then Zhang Ying, including me and I, will probably have to die here tonight.

I put Zhang Ying beside Yingying, supported my body that was about to be overdrawn, and kicked it directly.

Just as Jiu Po's arm was about to reach the corpse's mouth, I kicked her to the ground.

Jiu Po, Lao Zhang and I, lying next to the coffin, gasping for breath.

After being kicked by me, Jiu Po didn't get up, but lay on the ground and kept chanting something at the corner of her mouth. I can't hear any words that I read too quickly.

Her tone was like singing some unknown folk song, and her voice became more and more ethereal, as if it had floated from an ethereal void.

As she was reading, all the villagers who were lying on the ground stood up.

The villagers were the same as when I first saw them, moving like walking corpses towards the same place, the other side of the coffin.

I lay on the ground trying to get up and stop it, but after several attempts, my arm couldn't support my body at all, and each time I collapsed to the ground.

Dozens of villagers stretched out their arms at the same time and handed them over to the corpse of the ninth master.

"It's too up-and-coming star, and the strain doesn't stop. Exorcise evil spirits and protect your life. Wisdom is clear and the mind is at peace. The three souls are eternal, and there is no loss of soul. A deafening voice came from not far behind him.

The momentum that made my heart palpitate and overwhelm me was shattered in an instant.

The villagers who handed their arms out immediately froze in place.

Turning his head with difficulty, he found a figure slowly walking from a distance.

The light was so dim that I couldn't see who it was.

It's just that the figure is very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

"Who, who's doing my good thing?"

The Nine Lady roared at the figure over there with anger on her face.

"A good thing? If you cultivate this, there will be any living beings within a hundred miles. "No one who came didn't care about me and Jiu Po Lao Zhang who were lying on the ground, and walked directly towards the corpse.

I saw him take out a small bell from his pocket and shake it gently.

The villagers, who looked numb, fell to the ground in response to the crisp sound of bells.

And the corpse of the ninth master who was made slowly lay back in the coffin.

"If you take another step at night, this living corpse will really be refined. Someone came to collect the bell and said to himself.

When I hear the word living corpse, my scalp goes numb.

Living corpses are more dangerous than zombies and ghosts, and they are afraid of light and only haunt at night. The living corpses, on the other hand, do not care about this, and can move day and night.

When I used to go south and north with my grandfather, I heard rumors of living corpses.

I finally saw the appearance of the person clearly, and shouted in surprise: "So it's you?"