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Chapter 315 I Love Tomatoes 21 (Thanks to Haishan for the monthly pass)

In fact, at the moment when the coffin was lifted, Chenchen had already sensed it in Xiaoyanglou, as if there was an inexplicable connection among the same kind, but the old man Ren did not sense Chenchen, which may be the reason why Chenchen's level is higher.

But Qingchen didn't take this matter to heart. She felt that there was her idol there, so she should be able to deal with these problems. Besides, that small town was his territory, and she would be regarded as grabbing business if she rashly intervened. It's different for those who come to the door.

So in the early morning, she still lived her happy life, watching 478 chasing butterflies in the yard, while she ate tomatoes in the shade.

Uncle Jiu is not as comfortable as in the early morning. He is already a little bit battered. He wants to prevent the old man from turning into a corpse tonight, so before the sun goes down, he will arrange with his two apprentices. It is just right if nothing happens. It's all about practice, and if unfortunately the corpse really changes, it's better than doing nothing and being caught off guard.

The first thing to do is to use the ink fountain line to play the whole coffin once, so that the ink fountain line forms a net shape to cover the coffin, which can be blocked for a while.

In the ink fountain, Uncle Jiu mixed black dog blood and blood from the rooster's comb, so the effect can be better. In fact, the best one is to mix it with gold lacquer. The combination of Taoism and Taoism will result in the effect of one plus one greater than two.

Buddhism pays attention to rigidity, yang and strength, so it is much more effective than cinnabar black dog blood, but such ink fountain lines are rare and almost extinct.

Qingchen didn't know if this kind of ink fountain line could hurt her at her current level.

After playing the ink fountain thread, Uncle Jiu sprinkled glutinous rice around the coffin, and finally wrote yellow talismans with cinnabar, and pasted the windows of the Yizhuang all over the window.

After finishing these things, Uncle Jiu and his two apprentices closed the Yizhuang and returned to their small courtyard. They can't let them watch Yizhuang all night, they have to go back to eat, if they are not full, in case The dead body really changed at night, what should I do if I am hungry and have no strength?
After the meal, Uncle Jiu chatted with the two apprentices and there was actually nothing to say. They just talked about raising the coffin for Old Master Ren during the day, and then naturally talked about the man who is lying in the Yizhuang now. .

Qiu Sheng was quite clever, so he opened his mouth first and said, "Master, you should be fine tonight, right?"

"I don't know," Uncle Jiu shook his head, "We've already done what we need to do. We can only do our best and obey the destiny."

Wen Cai was sweeping the bottom of the plate on the side: "With Master here, what are you worried about? Why don't you eat and rest well."

Uncle Jiu knocked on Wencai's brain: "Eat yours quickly, every time is the last."

Wen Cai rubbed his forehead, said "Oh", and continued to scan his bottom.

Uncle Jiu cast his eyes on Yizhuang next door. In fact, what Wencai said just now is right. If you don't rest, you won't have the energy to deal with what may happen next.

More than an hour passed, and Uncle Jiu was already lying on the bed. He was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The withered face of Mr. Ren kept appearing in front of him. His heart was beating very fast. He felt that something would happen tonight. , I just hope that the arrangement I made is useful, and I get confused thinking about people.

I don't know how long it took, Uncle Jiu kicked his legs suddenly and woke up suddenly. Looking at the beams in his house, he always felt as if he had forgotten something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember it.

Uncle Jiu was very disturbed. Looking at the time, it was almost midnight, and he couldn't fall asleep even if he wanted to sleep. He was also worried about the old man Ren in the Yizhuang, so he just got up and went to the Yizhuang next door to check again, to see himself Is there anything missing.

Uncle Jiu went through the preparations he made this afternoon from beginning to end, but he still didn't find anything missing. Uncle Jiu was worried, so he simply sat down on the long bench opposite the coffin, planning to spend the rest of the time Stare at the coffin.

Looking at it, Uncle Jiu suddenly stood up and patted himself: "I said, look at my brain, I finally found something I forgot." I took it over and planned to play the ink line again.

It turned out that when he played the thread for the first time in the afternoon, he only paid attention to the coffin and the coffin lid, and forgot the bottom of the coffin.

Uncle Jiu took the ink fountain and quickly sealed the bottom, but just as he was trying to seal the bottom of the coffin, a withered hand stretched out from inside the coffin. He first tentatively scratched around, but accidentally caught A puff of green smoke rose from the ink line on the coffin lid, and the hand shrank back into the coffin quickly as if it had been scalded.

Uncle Jiu didn't see all this, but when he heard the sound of the hand being burned by the ink thread, he couldn't help speeding up his movements. Now he was 100% sure that Master Ren had turned into a corpse.

Although the old man Ren in the coffin was scalded just now, he knew that there was sweet flesh and blood outside that attracted him, so he didn't care about being scalded, and slapped the coffin fiercely. On the bottom of the coffin where the ink line is played, and then it falls off the bottom.

Uncle Jiu didn't see it well, and he didn't care about the remaining half. He pulled the ink thread and wrapped it around the lap of Old Master Ren who fell out. In order to take advantage of the old master Ren when he just woke up and has not touched the flesh and blood as much as possible.

And the old man Ren is crackling and emitting sparks because his legs are entangled by the ink fountain thread. He is also a little unlucky. If he could speak, he would have scolded his mother. He was burned when he stretched out his hand just now. This time After finally getting out, his legs were entangled again, and no one would be annoyed if this happened to him.

So the old man broke the ink fountain line on his leg in agitation, destroyed the coffin he had lived in for more than 20 years, and jumped out. Now he continues to comfort his soul with fresh blood.

He wanted to go out, wanted to leave here, there was a smell he hated here, so the old man jumped anxiously towards the gate of Yizhuang, but unfortunately his feet were unstable, and he jumped to the place where Uncle Jiu was spreading glutinous rice, "Plop "The back of the head hit the ground in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, he is a zombie now, and he doesn't know pain. If he was a human, he would have already suffered a concussion.

The old man Ren jumped up from the ground with a "ho ho", and then continued towards the gate of Yizhuang. Why didn't he break the window and leave?That's because the windows were all pasted with talismans by Uncle Jiu.

Just when Mr. Ren was about to jump out of Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu finally came over with his guys and two apprentices.

Seeing that Old Master Ren was about to jump out of Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu raised his foot and kicked him in the chest. The kicked Old Master Ren flew backwards, just hitting a window with a talisman paper on it, and then Old Master Ren Just braving sparks, a big hole was burned in a short time.

This aroused the ferocity of Old Master Ren. He jumped up with a "crack", stretched out his pointed nails, and pointed at Uncle Jiu.

(End of this chapter)