Liao Wenjie supervised Wencai and Qiusheng, checked it after the incident, and confirmed that even a palm-sized place was not missed, so he nodded with satisfaction and let the two leave.

If he refuses to learn a thing or two with Miss Ren, Liao Wenjie will have some regrets, after all, the pearl necklace is really good-looking, it's a pity to think about it.

can prevent zombies from coming out to harm people, he will do what he says, without ambiguity, and will not let it go for the advantage of foresight, knowing that someone will die.

It is said that the road of refining the heart, at least you must have a clear conscience, you can't do this, what kind of heart do you refine?

Moreover, the consistent purpose of the system is clearly written, do not take the good as small, and do not take the evil as small.

Liao Wenjie thinks that he has done nothing wrong, and this is the right way to open it.

……

In the middle of the night, the moon was hazy, the heavens and the earth were dark, and the distant mountains and forests were rustled by the strong wind.

In the mourning hall, the coffins are neatly placed, a permanent lamp is beating, and the soybean-sized fire point cannot illuminate the whole room, what it can do is to retain the last trace of warmth in the cold atmosphere of dead silence.

When the yin wind hit, the bean fire was extinguished, and the entire mourning hall was dark, and the brightest place was the white smiling faces of several paper figures.

At this time, the coffin containing Ren Weiyong's corpse suddenly rang, the ink line flickered red and could not be suppressed, the coffin board was slowly moved, the dry palm poked out, and the five three-inch nails flashed faintly with blue light.

In the bedroom, Uncle Nine woke up from the bed, recalling the nightmare just now, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He lifted the oil lamp at the head of the bed, walked quickly to the mourning hall, and circled around Ren Weiyong's coffin three times, making sure that it was just a nightmare, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have been thinking about it day and night, I have to find a feng shui treasure to bury him as soon as possible, otherwise I won't be able to sleep steadily."

Uncle Nine walked out of the mourning hall with an oil lamp, half of his body walked out of the door, and suddenly thought of something, and the whole person stood stiffly in place.

He turned slowly and looked at the extinguished lamp......

……

The next day, Uncle Nine found Liao Wenjie and told him about last night's events with a solemn face.

"How can there be such a thing......"

Liao Wenjie frowned when he heard this, and said in a deep voice; "Uncle Nine, are you sure it's just a dream, not some kind of foreshadowing?"

"I don't rule out this possibility, it's definitely not good to have this kind of dream for no reason."

Uncle Nine said: "Without further ado, I'll go to Master Ren now and explain the stakes, presumably he ......"

"He understands you so well, he will definitely add money!"

“……”

"Uncle Jiu, what are you doing rolling your eyes, am I wrong?"

"What's that...... This time is different, and it's not easy to add money. ”

Uncle Jiu explained hesitantly, and grabbed Liao Wenjie's arm: "Ajie, you are eloquent, and you are very bad at hurting people in person, come with me, maybe you can convince Master Ren." ”

"Impossible, that person has nothing but money in his eyes, even if he sees Old Lady Ren turn into a zombie with his own eyes, his first thought is how much money he can sell, and whether he will make more money from exporting."

Liao Wenjie shrugged: "I won't go to the Ren family, stay and watch the coffin, so as not to harm people everywhere in broad daylight." ”

"I think too much, the yang energy is the most abundant during the day, and it will change at night."

Uncle Nine persuaded two sentences, and seeing that Liao Wenjie insisted on refusing, he took the above to open the way and went straight to Ren's house.

Three hours later, Wen Cai helped the drunk Uncle Nine back.

Seeing Liao Wenjie, Uncle Nine pushed Wencai away, staggered forward, grabbed his hand, and said angrily: "Master Ren, don't worry, this matter is on me, the coffin is sealed to death, don't say that your father becomes a zombie, he will become a fart and have to hold it inside." ”

"Brother Jie, Master Ren has to talk about things at the wine table, and Master can't bear his kind invitation, and then ...... That's it. ”

"I can see it, help your master to sleep, sleep well during the day and keep vigil at night."

"Vigil!?"

"Of course, zombies live next door, and you can sleep without anyone guarding you?"

"Uh-oh."

Wen Cai nodded again and again, helped Uncle Nine to walk towards the bedroom, and turned back after two steps: "Brother Jie, are the three of us guarding separately or together at night, if it is a split time, do you want to call Qiusheng over?" ”

You two keep vigil, it's okay and something has happened!

"No, when Uncle Nine is full, let him stay all night."

"What about you, Brother Jie?"

"I keep watch for the day."

……

Uncle Nine woke up at dinner time, very accurately, almost pinched to open his eyes, Wen Cai just bought the cooked food, and he walked into the dining hall.

Seeing Liao Wenjie, Uncle Jiu's expression was deep, he didn't say a word when he was immersed in eating, occasionally pinched his hands, nodded thoughtfully, and showed a relieved smile.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassed person isn't me!

Uncle Nine pretended that nothing had happened, and Liao Wenjie didn't break it, and proposed a duty plan for the next two shifts.

It's unreasonable, a fool will agree!

Uncle Nine wanted to refuse, but he was afraid that Liao Wenjie would mention the matter of getting drunk during the day, so he could only agree to it.

To die is to save face and suffer sin, this is what he is talking about.

After eating, Wen Cai washed the dishes and brushed the dishes, said goodnight to Uncle Nine with a gloating face, ran away a second before he was beaten, and returned to the room to talk with Zhou Gong all night.

Liao Wenjie dragged Erhei into the room to study Taoism, because he was a beginner, he was inevitably lacking in experience, and he was not effective when he cast the technique, and only one physical fixing technique became more and more proficient.

Erhei was made mentally sluggish, his body bones have lost a lot, the original majestic head wolf, now lives with his tail between his legs, and his eyes are stunned, often looking at the distant mountains in a daze, it seems that his IQ is not as good as before.

Uncle Nine came to the mourning hall alone, carefully examined Ren Weiyong's coffin, and returned to the room to meditate cross-legged.

In the middle of the night, he checked the coffin again and continued to meditate.

If Liao Wenjie doesn't believe it, he is welcome to check at any time.

Uncle Nine didn't pay much attention to the matter of night duty, and was full of confidence in the Taoist technique imposed by himself, and Ren Weiyong turned into a zombie and had to lie obediently in the coffin, unable to escape.

What he was worried about was that something happened when Ren Weiyong was reburied, or that the feng shui was not chosen properly, or that there was a problem when burying the coffin.

In a word, where the problem arises, it will not be in Yizhuang.

Thinking about the feng shui treasures suitable for burial, Uncle Nine flashed a few in his mind in turn, he thought they were all good, not as good as a dragonfly but one in a hundred.

"No matter what Master Ren says this time, you must set the date......"

Between the groans, the inexplicable smell of wine surged, and Uncle Jiu's meditating head hung down slightly, and he fell asleep at once.

Suddenly, the wind swept the ground, and the cold was wanton.

The ever-bright light in the mourning hall was suddenly extinguished, and several coffins containing corpses shook slightly, and one by one the corpses stood upright, opened the coffin lid and jumped to the ground, standing in a row in front of Ren Weiyong's coffin.

Ren Weiyong's coffin shook violently, and the black ink lines were bright and red, suppressing the restlessness inside several times in a row.

Unfortunately, the inside could not block the outside, and several stiff corpses collided at the same time, knocking the shaking coffin from the bench to the ground.

Click!

The coffin slammed into a corner, and the neat and dense ink lines were misplaced, and the red light on the coffin lid was no longer there, and it could no longer be suppressed.

Rumble!!

With a loud bang, the coffin was torn apart, and the zombie in official robes stood upright in the center of the mourning hall.

changed the fresh appearance when the coffin was opened before, Ren Weiyong's whole body was dehydrated, and he was skinny. The folds of his face are like black bark, and on his charcoal-like fingers, the ten nails are like extensions, hard and sharp, with a thick dark glow of metal.

The most bizarre thing is that the eyes of this dry zombie are well-preserved when they turn left and right, occasionally flashing with aura, as if they still retain the consciousness of a living person.

Several corpses fell straight down after knocking over the coffin, and Ren Weiyong ......

At this time, it is more appropriate to call it a zombie, he jumped three meters away, jumped directly from the mourning hall to the courtyard, looked up at the hairy moon, and the air flow visible to the naked eye was sucked into his mouth and nose.

Bite!

There was a sound of gold and iron, and a money sword woven with copper coins and red threads pierced in half, and the zombie was injured in the back and staggered forward two steps.

In the side room, Liao Wenjie threw the money sword hanging at the head of the bed out of the window, lifted the bamboo basket covered with black cloth, and saw that the golden light was shining, not to mention that there were twenty of them.

Holding one in each hand, he stood at the window to confront the zombies, and saw a pair of eerie and terrifying eyes in the distance.

"Uncle Nine! Your mourning hall is blowing up————"