"Don't hurry up and prepare!"

With Uncle Jiu's words, the three of them hurriedly found all the things.

Uncle Nine walked around the courtyard and returned to the mourning hall with a rooster.

After the tools are ready, it is time to open the altar.

I saw that Uncle Jiu's expression was solemn, his mouth was full of words, and he stepped on the Big Dipper under his feet, and immediately picked up the rooster with one hand, and wiped the kitchen knife in his hand to cut the chicken's neck.

Suddenly, blood splattered and fell into the porcelain bowl that had been prepared on the table.

After doing all this, I saw Uncle Jiu's palms flying, and an inexplicable momentum appeared around his body, and his hands formed a magic seal, and then pointed into a sword and inserted it into a bowl full of glutinous rice on the side.

Soon, there was an extra grain of glutinous rice on Uncle Jiu's finger.

"Drink!"

I saw the glutinous rice lightly touched on the candle flame, and suddenly a flame more than a foot high burst out, and was thrown into a bowl full of chicken blood by Uncle Jiu.

"Boom ——!"

There was a soft thud.

The whole bowl was devoid of any combustibles, and suddenly a flame several feet long burst out!

After that, Uncle Nine poured the ink into the bowl again, picked up the gossip mirror on the side, buckled the whole bowl, flipped it a few times in mid-air, and recited a few unknown incantations.

"Whoa!"

A steady stream of black ink flowed down the gap into the fountain below.

"You two, go, and put the ink thread on the coffin."

Seeing that the ink mixed with chicken blood gradually soaked the entire ink line, Uncle Nine took the ink fountain, handed it to Wen Cai, and instructed the two: "The whole coffin must be bounced on the line." ”

"Oh."

When the two heard this, they hurriedly did so.

At this time, Uncle Nine turned his head to look at Su Zimo: "Zimo, it's not early, why don't you hurry back?" ”

"Master, something happened suddenly today, I want to stay in Yizhuang to avoid any accidents," Su Zimo said.

He knew that Old Lady Ren would turn into a zombie tonight and sneak into Ren's Mansion to kill Master Ren, so naturally he didn't dare to have any neglect.

"It's okay, one more person, one more helper."

In this regard, Uncle Nine had no objection, but paced to the spiritual position, lit three long incense sticks, and sighed: "People are divided into good people and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombies and dead corpses......

Before Uncle Jiu finished speaking, Wen Cai, who was playing the ink line on the coffin on the side, interjected: "People are not only divided into good people and bad people, but also men and women!" ”

provoked Uncle Jiu's dissatisfied eyes, and scolded: "Master speaks, what are you talking about!" ”

"Master."

Seeing this situation, Su Zimo said thoughtfully: "That old lady Ren looked like that just now, is it that he is about to become a zombie?" ”

"Not bad."

Uncle Nine nodded, his eyes full of approval.

And Qiusheng also said at the right time: "That...... Why did the old lady turn into a zombie? ”

"The reason why a corpse becomes a zombie is because it has an extra breath!"

"One breath?"

When Qiusheng heard this, he said thoughtfully: "Master, what do you mean? ”

"Before a person dies, he is angry, holding his breath, and sulking, and after he dies, he has a breath gathered in his throat, and his breath does not dissipate, and his soul does not leave his body. Not only are corpses difficult to transform, but if you add years to them, they are buried in the underworld, and at certain times, they are likely to turn into zombies! ”

Uncle Nine said slowly.

The candle flame was faint, reflecting on his face, with an indescribable solemnity.

"Compared to ordinary ghosts, zombies are fierce and extraordinary. Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that, generally speaking, the zombies that have just woken up, the first thing they want to bite is their loved ones. ”

"So, Master Ren's family is going to be in danger?" Su Zimo said.

"Exactly."

Uncle Nine nodded and paced to the coffin.

"Ah, Tingting!"

And when they heard this, both Qiusheng and Wencai screamed.

Immediately, he glanced at Su Zimo again, and his face was full of stupidity.

When going up the mountain today, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Ren Tingting was interested in Su Zimo, and the two of them were afraid that they were destined to come to naught.

On the contrary, it was Su Zimo, as if he didn't see the appearance of the two of them, carefully looked at the coffin, and frowned.

"Two senior brothers, don't forget, there is also a box under the coffin."

Su Zimo remembered that in the movie, after Wencai and Qiusheng filled the ink line, the zombies that Old Lady Ren turned into still came out from the bottom of the coffin, which led to Master Ren being killed by zombies.

"Yes, I almost forgot, but fortunately, junior brother, you are smart!"

Hearing Su Zimo's words, the two couldn't help but glance at each other, both with a look of fear on their faces.

You know, just now they have played the ink line and are going to call it a day. If it weren't for Su Zimo's words, I'm afraid it would have caused a catastrophe!

"Huh, now, everything that needs to be done has been done, and then, we can only wait and see what happens."

Seeing Wencai and Qiusheng, who were seriously filling the bottom of the coffin with ink lines, Su Zimo also breathed a sigh of relief, walked to Uncle Jiu's side, and said curiously: "Master, I want to ask, what is the difference between zombies in general?" ”

"Well, it's a long story."

When Uncle Nine heard this, he subconsciously frowned.

Originally, he didn't intend to say so much, so as not to spread it and cause unnecessary panic.

But after thinking about it, Su Zimo was the most talented disciple of the Maoshan Sect, and he would encounter these things sooner or later in the future, so he nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Zombies, born of the resentment of heaven and earth, are not in the Three Realms and Six Realms, feed on blood, although they can not grow old, die, or perish, but they will suffer endless loneliness."

In this regard, Su Zimo also nodded slightly, he naturally understood these common sense things.

Immediately after, Uncle Nine continued.

"Zombies are generally divided into these types, white zombies, black zombies, jumping corpses, flying corpses, and drought corpses."

"Among them, white zombies and black zombies are generally more common, and ordinary people can deal with things like peach wood and black dog blood. But if you jump out of the corpse, jump a few feet, and move extremely fast, even if you are a cultivator, you have to deal with it carefully. ”

"As for the Flying Corpse......"

Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu's face also showed a hint of horror, and he instructed: "If you find this kind of zombie, it's best to leave as soon as possible while it hasn't found you yet, and run as far as possible!" ”

"And the drought fish, this kind of existence, even in legends, is very rare, and it has long since disappeared from the world."

"Got it, thank you Master for teaching."

Su Zimo couldn't help nodding, Uncle Jiu's words really benefited him a lot.

At the very least, if you experience other worlds in the future and encounter similar situations, at least you should be mentally prepared and not be at a loss.

"Then Master, do you think that the matter of Old Lady Ren could be deliberately done by someone?"

Su Zimo had already said these words when the coffin was opened before.

Now that the old matter is brought up again, it is to make Uncle Nine a little vigilant.

After all, no one knows if the feng shui gentleman from more than 20 years ago will suddenly appear again and manipulate all this secretly.