Uncle Nine picked out a grain of glutinous rice from the bowl, and the glutinous rice passed over the burning flame, ignited the flame, and fell into the porcelain bowl where the blood of the chicken was poured. Pour the prepared black ink into a bowl.

The mouth of the bowl was burning with flames, and Uncle Nine stirred quickly with his fingers, fusing three different materials.

The blood-red piece in the bowl instantly turned completely black.

Then, Uncle Nine put the gossip order upside down at the mouth of the bowl, and then reversed it and erected it.

Black chicken blood slowly flowed out from the lower corner of the gossip, and it was on the ink fountain line.

"Master, where is the bullet?" Qiusheng asked.

Hand the prepared ink fountain to Qiusheng: "Bounce on the coffin." ”

Qiusheng and Wencai began to cooperate and play ink fountains on the surface of the coffin.

"The whole coffin is going to pop up!" Facing the two apprentices who had always been careless, Uncle Nine reminded.

Qiusheng, Wen Cai responded, and continued to play the ink fountain line on the coffin.

Uncle Nine took out the incense and began to prepare.

"People are divided into good people and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombie dead corpses." Uncle Nine picked up a handful of incense and lit it on the flame of the red candle.

"People are not only divided into good people and bad people, but also men and women." Wen Cai interjected.

"Master speaks, what are you talking about?" Uncle Nine glared at Wen Cai.

"The corpse of the old lady Ren is the corpse that is about to turn into a zombie." Uncle Nine said in a heavy tone.

"How can a corpse become a zombie?" Qiusheng asked.

"How can a man become a bad person?" Wen Cai asked again a question without IQ.

"A man becomes a bad guy because he is not angry." Uncle Nine said as he walked along: "The corpse turned into a zombie because it took an extra breath. ”

"What does it mean to take an extra breath?" Qiusheng was puzzled.

"Before a person dies, he gets angry, holds his breath, sulks, and after he dies, he will have a breath that gathers in his throat!" Uncle Nine said with a sigh.

"That's to be dead and angry." Playing the ink fountain line finally came to the correct statement.

"That's why I said, to be a man is to fight for anger, and when a person dies, the most important thing is to cut off his anger, if you keep getting angry, you will harm others and yourself." Akisheng moves his position and continues to play the ink fountain line.

"If you want to play, don't be full of resentment, tell me when you play it, don't miss it." After speaking, Uncle Nine went out.

The two of them began to play the ink fountain line in earnest, and soon the entire surface of the coffin was flicked with a black ink fountain line.

"Look, it hasn't been played yet." Qiusheng put away the ink fountain line and said to Wencai.

"And yes!"

"Huh?"

"Ahh As he spoke, Wen Cai flicked the ink blood on his fingers to Qiusheng's face, and immediately ran towards the courtyard.

"Stinky boy, don't run." Qiusheng put down the ink fountain and chased him out, and the two laughed and ran out of the yard.

In the black night sky, quietly, only the bottom of the coffin, after all, was forgotten.

At the bottom of the coffin, there was a blank space.

......

The moon hung high in the middle of the night, silent.

The coffin placed in the Yizhuang Dao room, in the dark night, quietly did not have the slightest movement.

At this time, it was already the third watch at night, and the neighborhood of the street did not make a sound, and even the watchman did not hear the sound for a long time.

On the street, a black figure is speeding quickly, walking through the streets and alleys, shuttling under the night.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Outside the walls of Yizhuang, a black figure clings to the wall, and its whole body is hidden in the night.

After dinner, when he wandered the streets, he had already inquired about the location of Yizhuang.

Facing the old lady Ren who was about to be transformed, Wu Qizhe did not make any suggestions during the day, as if he didn't know at all, and no trace of abnormality was shown on his face.

The reason why he behaved like this was naturally because he had a plan in his heart for a long time.

One of his tasks is to change the plot of Master Ren turning into a zombie, and the most important task is to eliminate Old Lady Ren.

And Old Lady Ren has not completely transformed yet, and it is the best time for him to complete the task ahead of schedule.

He's not one to watch zombies kill innocents, though people in the town won't have much to do with him.

Of course, more importantly, although the time spent with Ren Tingting and Master Ren is not long, they both have a certain emotional foundation, especially for Ren Tingting, who are kind-hearted and good people, and he doesn't want to see the kind and beautiful Ren Tingting hurt for this.

Therefore, it is definitely the best choice to strangle the harm of zombies and make them invisible in advance.

By the way, he can also complete his task ahead of schedule, which is definitely a good thing to kill two birds with one stone, but I don't know if things will go as smoothly as he expected.

I looked around vigilantly, and under the clear moonlight, I couldn't see a single figure.

Wu Qizhe came to the edge of the corner, stood on tiptoe slightly, jumped violently, and the eaves of the top of the wall that had been clasped by his arms were less than three meters high, and there was no difficulty for him.

Wu Qizhe pressed his arms lightly, and the whole person swayed up, bent his knees, squatting on the eaves, and observing the quiet courtyard.

Under the eyes, there was nothing but a few lambs walking around the yard.

Wu Qizhe bent his body and moved quickly on the eaves.

Swish...

With the sound of breaking the sky slightly, Wu Qizhe's whole person had flipped to the eaves and fell silently.

Step on the eaves and walk slowly towards the front.

The place where Yizhuang parked the coffin should be right down here.

Wu Qizhe gently lifted a few tiles and looked down at the gap.

There were only two candles flickering in the dark room, but there was no coffin below, but Qiusheng and Wencai, who were sleeping soundly.

Qiusheng didn't go back to his aunt's house tonight, probably because he was afraid of any accidents and could deal with them in time.

The two slept soundly and showed no signs of waking up.

Wu Qizhe put the tiles back in their place, and his footsteps moved slightly, moving seven or eight meters in the opposite direction.

Lift the tiles again.

The room was dim, but it was full of the smell of burning candles, Wu Qizhe looked down, through the moonlight shining through the gap, but he could see a black coffin directly below, the coffin was covered with black mesh cross stripes, he knew that this should be the ink fountain line on the coffin.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng slept in the room next to the coffin, separated by a door, a few meters away, as long as they didn't make a big noise, they shouldn't be discovered.

Wu Qizhe's eyes locked on the skylight not far away, and put the tile in his hand back.

The gap is too small, and there are beams around it, so you can't get in if you want to, but the skylight not far away, although it is not big, but it should be enough to accommodate a person.

Wu Qizhe shook the black skylight open with a wave of thought.

Squeak...

Wu Qizhe grabbed the old glass edge on the skylight and took it off the skylight little by little.

Wu Qizhe first put his legs on the skylight, slowly shrunk down, stepped on the beam, and then jumped and landed on the concrete floor silently.

When Wu Qizhe landed, he attached the thought wave to his feet as a buffer, and barely made any sound.

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