"What? Are you a father? ”

"Hey, little bastard."

We were joking as if the conversation never existed.

Life is back to normal, and I just open a store, eat and drink every day.

A week's time was fast approaching.

She Laosan's face also had a solemn expression.

Early in the morning, we went out to the west mountain.

He said that his master's body had been prepared a week ago and that he was now going to see someone.

On the top of the West Mountain, there was a little girl with a sword on her back, and the Taoist robe on her body fluttered in the wind.

"Senior sister."

"Three ghosts, why can't you let go of this matter, you have to understand, birth, old age, sickness and death, the reincarnation of heaven and earth, this is the law of nature, and it is not good for you and me to destroy this."

"Senior sister, you know me, if you can resurrect the master, even if you take my life."

"Sun Chuanting is not dead, if you die again, who will inherit the mantle of the master?"

"This ......"

"Give it up, the master's body has been buried in a safe place by me."

"What? Sister, what are you doing here? ”

"Senior brother, you are stunned, wake up, resurrect the person whose life has ended, if the underworld knows, even I will not be able to eat and walk around."

"Senior sister, if you are afraid, say that you are afraid, you tell me where the master's body is, and I will do it myself."

Zhang Zhenren looked at She Laosan, who was angry, took out a note and slapped it on his chest, and then left the top of the mountain.

A whistling wind ruffled both of our hairs.

After a long time, She Laosan knelt on the top of the mountain and shouted.

There was some reluctance in his voice.

Back at the store, it was already noon.

"Today is the first day that the ghost gate is closed, and the ghost cha must be busy recalling those ghosts, so we must resurrect my master tonight, otherwise, we will have to wait another year."

"Okay."

For an afternoon, She Laosan locked himself in his room.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he came out, dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, and carrying a bag in his hand.

Following him, I came to a deserted separate morgue in Jingzhou City.

The gate here is locked with an exaggerated lock.

took out a piece of talisman paper and pasted it, and She Laosan opened the door lock.

Unlock the key.

My eyes lit up, and this rune paper might be of great use in the future.

It was dark in the morgue and there was not a single light.

The sound of clattering walking is particularly harsh.

Maybe it's because it's been abandoned for a long time, but when I walk here, I can even hear a whining sound.

I don't know if it's the wind, or if it's the cry of something.

Coming to the backyard, a turquoise transparent coffin is placed here.

After getting closer, I saw She Laosan's master.

It was a very * person, his body was not rotten, his face was serene, and he was wearing a Taoist robe.

"Master, I've been waiting for almost ten years, and I've finally found someone who can resurrect you."

Looking at She Laosan, I felt like I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and I didn't know how to describe it.

She Laosan didn't have that much estimate, so he took out cinnabar and a brush from his bag and drew on the coffin.

It's complicated, I don't understand it at all.

It's like a symbol, but if you look closely, it doesn't look like it.

In this way, She Laosan almost painted for more than half an hour before stopping.

His right hand trembled, panting incessantly.

By this time, the coffin was already covered with fonts written in cinnabar.

The green coffin with red cinnabar looks a little weird and uncomfortable.

"Let's stick the talisman."

"Oh, good."

I took the talisman paper and pasted it around the courtyard according to She Laosan's instructions.

A thick pile, it seems that he has been drawing talismans all afternoon.

At eleven o'clock, She Laosan pulled me to the coffin.

He took out a knife and cut the wrist of my left hand and pressed it against the coffin.

It was a sealed coffin, but my blood slowly flowed into the coffin.

Slowly, She Laosan and his master's originally shriveled skin slowly plumped up.

I've watched Hong Kong zombie movies before, and I always think that his master will suddenly jump out of it and bite me.

Although my left arm was unconscious and had been discarded, I lost so much blood that my head began to feel dizzy, and my whole body collapsed.

"Isn't that enough?"

"Wait a little longer."

She Laosan's tone was a little excited that couldn't be concealed.

In just a dozen seconds, I couldn't hold it anymore, and the whole person was soft on the coffin.

At this time, She Laosan pulled me aside.

"Wait a while, stop the bleeding, don't waste it, you'll need it later."

After speaking, She Laosan took out a bowl of rice and scattered it in four directions: east, west, north and south.

Then some lime powder and a bowl of water.

"Wandering souls, where to stay. The three souls descend early, and the seven spirits come. Riverside wilderness, temple village. The palace prison, the tomb mountain forest. False alarms are weird, and true souls are lost. The disciples rose to the altar today to invite the ghosts, and the soulless Xuan Qingzhen people came quickly. I am invited to be as anxious as the law. ”

She Laosan was jumping and jumping in the backyard, but there was still no ghost shadow coming out.

But he still kept chanting the mantra.

Ten minutes later, a gust of wind blew in the courtyard, and footprints appeared on the white lime powder, and the direction was coming in this direction.

She Lao San was overjoyed and hurriedly walked over and pushed open the coffin lid.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was opened, a rotten smell came, mixed with the smell of blood.

Rubbing his eyes, a ghost with an iron face slowly walked in from outside, it was his master Xuan Qingzhen.

After the soul lay down in the coffin, She Laosan directly sealed the coffin with talisman paper, and then cut a wound on my right hand, and the red blood continued to flow into the coffin.

Vaguely, Xuan Qingzhen seemed to have really come to life.

His eyes were green, like those of a wolf, glowing green in the darkness.

Sticking out his tongue, he licked the blood from the coffin.

I was just about to take my hand away, when She Laosan pressed me the coffin.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you for blood."

"You...... Are you crazy? Look at what's in the coffin, is that your master? ”

"That's my master, you treat me well."

As my blood flowed more and more, I felt like death was getting closer to me.

"Third brother, is it enough? I'm going to die. ”

"It's enough hair, if it was enough, my master would have come out by himself."

"Third brother, I... I really can't. ”

I could feel my breathing getting weaker and weaker, but She Laosan was holding me like crazy.

Suddenly, Xuan Qingzhen's hands began to slap the coffin.

Cobweb-like cracks appeared in the coffin.

"Great, my master is resurrected, I succeeded."

"Third brother, I ......"

She Laosan glanced at me, then pushed me aside and reached out to push the lid of the coffin.

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, Xuan Qingzhen jumped up directly from inside, reached out and grabbed She Laosan's neck......