I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 159 Burn it! (seeking subscription)

"Dad, although you bit me, I don't blame you."

In front of Mr. Long's coffin in the Long's ancestral hall, Liu Dalong said with a sincere face: "However, son, I haven't lived enough yet, and I don't want to be a zombie for the time being... In order for me to survive, I have to wrong you."

Speaking of this, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the gate: "Guard, come in, pry your mouth, and saw your teeth."

"Yes, handsome!"

The non-commissioned officer among the two guards trotted in. One was holding an iron hook and crowbar, and the other was holding a clean double-headed chainsaw that seemed to be spotless. He stopped in front of Mr. Long's coffin and bent over to dial it inside. The upper and lower lips of a dead body.

But no matter how they pulled it apart or broke it off, the upper and lower lips of the dead body were like iron plates stuck together, and there was no way to tear even a tiny gap between them.

"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, I really can't pry my mouth open." After trying many times, the two soldiers finally gave up and stood up straight to report.

"Is this also caused by corpse aura?" Liu Dalong asked Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu nodded silently: "The corpse's breath won't dissipate, and a zombie in a dormant state won't open its mouth."

"Mr. Qin, do you have any good ideas?" Liu Dalong said again.

"Yes." Qin Yao said seriously: "It's very simple, don't pry your mouth, first saw the neck, saw off your father's head, let it dry for three to five days, the corpse gas in your mouth will almost run out, then you You can pry it however you want, you can break it any way you want.”

Liu Dalong: "..."

"Is there a way to be a little gentler?" After a long time, he said with a tangled expression: "After all, this is my dad, not a piece of discarded wood."

"Other than that, I'm the only one who can do it myself." Qin Yao rolled up his sleeves and said, "However, it needs to be stated in advance that the miracles brought about by great efforts often have some side effects. For example, breaking a bone or two, or Once you remove the chin, you can’t push it up.”

Maybe it was Qin Yao's head-cutting that greatly lowered the bottom line in Liu Dalong's heart. Now he heard the broken bones and jaw removal, but he didn't feel any resistance, and responded: "It's okay, just don't cut the head. After Dad dies, he will be decapitated."

Qin Yao shrugged, stepped to the side of the coffin, reached out his hand to fish out Mr. Long from the coffin, placed it gently on a table that should have been used to put tributes, and then squeezed Mr. Long's cheek with one hand , pinched his chin with the other hand, and pulled his hands in the opposite direction, only heard a click, and I don't know where the bones were crushed. Fortunately, after the jaw was dislocated, the mouth was indeed opened.

Strains of black corpse gas visible to the naked eye emerged from the old man's mouth and gradually disappeared into the air.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." Liu Dalong slowly came to the four guards who were looking straight at him, raised his hand and smacked their heads one by one, and scolded: "Why are you standing there stupidly, why don't you hurry up?" Sawtooth!"

Four guards came to the zombie in a panic, two of them opened their mouths, and two of them knelt on both sides of their heads, each holding a handle of the chainsaw, put the chainsaw on the zombie's teeth, and clicked Start sawing.

Without the protection of corpse aura, no matter how strong the zombie's teeth were, they couldn't withstand the ravages of the chainsaw, so they were sawed off in a short while and sent to Liu Dalong.

"Lin Jiu, in terms of my corpse poison, how many teeth do I need to take?" Liu Dalong clenched the corpse's teeth and asked, raising his head.

"I can't tell... You should drink it little by little." Uncle Jiu said seriously: "You can stop drinking until your nails return to normal."

Liu Dalong nodded, and shouted loudly: "Chief of the Guard!"

"Marshal." A non-commissioned officer stepped to the gate, put his legs together, and raised his arms in salute.

Liu Dalong walked over and handed a handful of teeth into his hands: "Go and grind all these teeth for me, boil them into a pot of detoxification soup, and I will drink it slowly at night."

"Yes." The captain of the guard took the order and left.

"Marshal, it's getting dark, your father's body needs to be dealt with as soon as possible." Qin Yao looked up at the sky, only to see that the setting sun had reached the side of the mountain, and the sky was full of red under the rays of the sun.

Liu Dalong said: "How should we deal with it?"

"The best way is to set fire to it, once the fire goes down, it will be over once and for all." Qin Yao said.

Liu Dalong hesitated when he heard the words.

In this era, although there was a cremation system, it was not popular.

When someone dies in an ordinary family, those who are rich order a coffin, and those who have no money roll it with a mat and bury it directly in the ground.

When someone from a high-ranking official's family passed away, it goes without saying that there are all kinds of buried objects, and this also extends the mysterious profession of Mojin Xiaowei.

Burning his father on fire, once it spreads, it will inevitably arouse the general public's discussion.

"For Nianying's sake, let me remind you one last thing." Qin Yao pursed his lips and said softly: "Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will regenerate. This time it is your fate. I will come with my master." It’s more timely, but what about next time?”

Liu Dalong sighed and said, "I know, if it's time to burn it, just burn it..."

Speaking of this, he was suddenly taken aback: "Wait, what do you mean for the sake of Nianying?"

Qin Yao pointed to the outside of the house: "Don't worry about these side details. If you don't want to chop up your father and stuff it under the pot and burn it, you still have at most half an hour to build a wood pile."

Liu Dalong's cheek twitched slightly.

He seemed to understand.

This guy seems to be giving you multiple choice questions, but in fact, not only is there no choice, but you must do what he says.

Otherwise, things will inevitably go to the worst result!
With the concerted efforts of hundreds of soldiers, a half-person-high wooden pile was quickly built.

Liu Dalong personally carried his father's body to the woodpile, and squeezed for a long time, but he couldn't cry, so he put an end to the idea of ​​crying, and waved: "Light on the fire."

The dry wood is gradually ignited by the dry grass, and the bright fire light sends away the sunset, and the sky gradually becomes dark...

In the torrent of flames.

Zombies slowly wake up from their sleep.

After recovering, I suddenly found that something was wrong.

For some reason, the sharpest fangs on my body disappeared...

This is not the most terrible.

What's even more frightening is that it's actually lying in the sea of ​​flames now!
The zombie was really frightened, jumped out of the flames with a bang, and kept rolling on the ground, trying to put out the flames.

"I'm alive, oh my god, I'm really alive." Liu Dalong's heart skipped a beat, and he hid behind Qin Yao with a whoosh.

"It's not alive, but a corpse." Qin Yao pursed his lips and said, "Do you believe it or not, after he extinguishes the flames on his body, he will come to you to talk about his father-son relationship?"

Liu Dalong shivered violently: "Mr. Qin, for Nianying's sake, you must help me!"

Qin Yao grinned.

That said, it's very interesting.

(End of this chapter)