Chen Dawei neatly pasted the talisman paper on the back of Qibo's head.

But that thing, when he saw Qibo, he instantly lost his spirit.

Qibo's heels were nailed to the ground like a drill, and his body rotated 180 degrees. He turned behind him, facing Chen Dawei, and suddenly spoke, exhaling a cloud of black gas.

This black gas is impartial and impartial, and Chen Dawei is facing the door.

Chen Dawei couldn't dodge, and his head, which was already covered with snake scales, was surrounded by black gas. When the black gas gradually dissipated, a layer of transparent pustules like the skin of a toad instantly grew on Chen Dawei's face.

[This is miasma poison!] I have a mirror in my heart.

Uncle Qi once told me that thousand-year-old zombies spit miasma. Miasma turns into poison, and when it comes into contact with the skin, it will form pus pockets in an instant, which can be fatal for a long time.

The seventh uncle in front of me, has he really become some kind of dry corpse king?

Chen Dawei was frustrated again and again, and Qibo jumped and turned around again, his stiff arm waving in the air. The only three white waxes left by my side were extinguished in an instant.

I had the red stinky bead that Chen Dawei gave me in my mouth. Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the candle array, unable to speak or move. I can only watch Uncle Qi's face full of evil, and his eyes even want to cut me with a thousand knives.

The wind whimpered, and the ghost cried and the wolf roared.

Uncle Qi didn't seem to be able to enter the candle array, and he jumped up and down, circling around me.

Even if Chen Dawei suffers from miasma, this kid really has great skills.

Out of nowhere, he found three long nails made of pure gold.

"Three-needle soul fixing technique!"

Chen Dawei roared loudly. Jumping up with his feet on the ground, he simply and neatly, and his net worth drove three long nails directly into the top of Qibo's head.

Three golden sticks topped into his head, and Qibo's whole body suddenly seemed to be burned, and white smoke was sprayed out frantically.

I didn't dare, I couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene in front of me.

I closed my eyes tightly, and in my heart I had prayed to the Jade Emperor, the Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and all the gods and goddesses a thousand times.

I only hope that these immortals can bless me with peace, and I also want to bless Qibo to return to normal.

Chen Dawei's three golden needles had a great effect, and the seventh uncle seemed to be very afraid of this kind of treasure. So he sent out a fierce counterattack.

The seventh candle roared around the candle around me, and the seventh candle went out.

Now, all I have left is the last white wax.

At this time, the seventh uncle was frustrated. He bared his teeth and claws, and attacked me with a vicious face.

I sat cross-legged on the floor, my throat trembling and my heart aching.

Uncle Qi's iron claws like an eagle's hook came towards my heart, I rolled my eyelids nervously, and a pair of pupils trembled staring at Uncle Qi, who had raised me for so many years.

Suddenly, when Qibo's iron claws were only 3cm away from my chest.

Uncle Qi's cold eyes looked at me, and I found that Uncle Qi's eyes instantly flashed with a soft light.

Uncle Qi's expression suddenly became tangled. There was a hint of bewilderment on his pale countenance.

"Wow......"

A rooster's crowing pierced the silent night sky.

It's time for the rooster to crow at dawn.

The water ghosts outside the window, as well as the group of yellow skins wearing filial piety clothes, suddenly evaporated from the world.

And Uncle Qi, who almost put me to death, heard the rooster crow, as if he had touched some mechanism. His body immediately bounced back into the black coffin.

And the whole black coffin was also surrounded by a circle of white smoke, and then with the dissipation of the white smoke, the black coffin also completely disappeared into invisibility.

Seeing that Qibo disappeared, the morning light was scattered in the shroud shop, and there was a faint haze blue all around.

I immediately got up from the ground and rushed to the door, shouting.

"Uncle!"

Chen Dawei grabbed my waist from behind with one hand.

"Little brother, stop screaming! They're all gone! The death has passed, and last night was really dangerous! ”

I turned my head to look at Chen Dawei, the pustules on his face were getting bigger and bigger, and there was black gas between his eyebrows.

"But that's not the Dry Corpse King, that's my Seventh Uncle!

Why does the zombie in the black coffin look exactly like Qibo? ”

Chen Dawei's face was gloomy and he sighed.

"Alas! Everything last night was true or false. It wasn't the body of the Dry Corpse King, but it was a wisp of his soul.

Now Huang Hongqi must have suffered, your seventh uncle, he used himself to block the robbery for you, and exchanged his life for your life! ”

Hearing this, I instantly collapsed to the ground.

"Could it be that the seventh uncle is ...... now?"

Chen Dawei took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and poured a red pill from the bottle.

He swallowed the pill in his mouth, and the miasma poison on his face gradually dissipated. It's just that those white snake scales are still hanging on his face, which is shocking.

Chen Dawei asked me.

"The tools used for tattooing should all be in the tattoo parlor, right? I'll call a car and accompany you back to the tattoo parlor to have a look!

If I'm correct, let's have a shroud. When the time comes, you can change it for Qibo! ”

I didn't want to delay for a moment, so I took a taxi with Chen Dawei and immediately left for the tattoo parlor in the village.

The door of the tattoo parlor was wide open, and when I walked into the front hall, Qibo's body was lying upright on the tattoo bed that tattooed customers on weekdays.

Qibo didn't have any injuries on his body, and he could vaguely see through his sparse hair that there were three dazzling red spots on his scalp. These three red dots are the three golden needles that Chen Dawei nailed to Qibo's head last night.

Chen Dawei probed Qibo's snort, sensed the stiffness of his corpse with his hand, and took out the golden needle by the way.

"I died violently last night! Huang Hongqi is really a master, and after death, his soul is the king of beasts.

He's treating you like his own son! Willing to trade your life for a life. ”

Next to Qibo's corpse, there was a suicide note written by him. There is also a folded piece of red paper.

The contents of the suicide note are roughly as follows:

Ozawa, I will use my body to block your death. Don't be sad, I'm not completely dead, as long as according to me, I still have a chance to survive in the future.

Ozawa, from now on, you must accomplish the following five major things.

The first thing: earn enough 600 million in five years, 100 million cash to the prefecture, 200 million cash to sacrifice to the sky, and 300 million cash copper pot burning, as the underworld to guide the way.

Five years later, 600 million dollars in cash will be burned in front of my grave, and I will be able to return.

The second thing: go to Jiangyuan City, where I was in the old shop 20 years ago, and reopen the Wenyin Pavilion. From now on, you are the only person in the world who has mastered the secret art of tattooing.

The third thing: find the secret of your background and avenge your parents.

Fourth: When you were a child, I set two doll kisses for you. The Ma family in Jianghuai City, and the Wen family in Kangning City. Two women, whoever wants to quit the marriage will marry whomever you want. Whoever is willing to admit this marriage, you will never be able to marry her in this life.

Fifth: My body must not be cremated, put my body in an iron-wood coffin, and ask the funeral team to give them the red paper. You can't open the red paper, you can only show it to the funeral person.