Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

Chapter 11 Leaving Yizhuang and Burying Himself

Outside Yizhuang, a gust of fresh wind blows, blowing Wencai's mind into confusion.

He looked at the back of Uncle Jiu leaving, feeling very anxious, and kept pacing back and forth in the garden.

"The burial is going to be tomorrow, so Tingting will definitely not see her grandpa for the last time, I have to go find her!"

"No, if Tingting is still angry with me, wouldn't my trip be in vain?" Wen Cai, who had run to Yizhuang, stopped suddenly and began to struggle.

At this time, Ren Mu, who was lying dead in the coffin, came out of the coffin, looked at Wen Cai who was hovering at the door with his head bowed, and kicked him out.

"Well, you are a literary talent, I can only help you so far!"

After kicking Wencai out of Yizhuang, Ren Mu jumped onto the roof in a flash.

"Ah, who kicked me!" Wencai got up from the ground and shouted, seeing the empty Yizhuang, the fear in his heart was greater than the pain in his body.

"Qiu Sheng, don't scare me!"

"I know you are playing tricks, overheard what I said, rushed to claim credit for Tingting, I must not let you succeed!"

Wen Cai yelled for a long time, but got no response, but when he thought of Ren Tingting's matter, he blamed Qiu Sheng, and rushed out of Yizhuang quickly, and ran towards Ren's house.

"Hey, I'm such a genius!"

No one would have imagined that a zombie would lie on the roof of Yizhuang and bask in the sun.

Violent sunlight is the nemesis of evil in the world.

Even the fourth-grade black stiffness that can move under the sun will not be directly exposed to the sun.

Because the sun will greatly suppress the corpse energy in the body, and Ren Mu basking in the sun so recklessly is simply a miracle in the zombie world.

[Ding, sun essence +1. 】

Following the cold voice in his mind, Ren Mu's mood began to calm down.

Now a simulation needs 1250 points of sun essence, and it takes 21 hours to be fully exposed to the sun.

It was almost noon at this time, and today I can only expose to the sun for up to 6 hours, which is not enough to turn on the simulator.

From the simulation results, we know that Mr. Feng Shui will spend a lot of time driving the red and white evil spirits to attack Yizhuang tonight.

Ren Mu was going to make a time difference, and ran to the Ren family to find the filial son Ren Fa to show his love. If he breaks through to the fourth-rank black dead state in one fell swoop, he can control his own destiny.

Thinking of this, Ren Mu went back to the morgue again, arranged everything as it was before, and originally planned to put a corpse in the coffin to replace him.

But his body was stiff and he couldn't move, so he gave up this idea.

After finishing everything, Ren Mu jumped up and down, and left Yizhuang in an upright manner.

Fortunately, there was no one around Yizhuang, otherwise, he would have been discovered as soon as he went out.

"I don't know, will Mr. Feng Shui find me again!"

After leaving Yizhuang, although Ren Mu has a great ability to control corpses, he doesn't know any tracking skills.

That Mr. Feng Shui has arranged it in secret for 20 years, and he must have cast a tracking spell on him, so he can't leave Yizhuang very far.

Otherwise, if you don't go to Yizhuang to do things tonight, wouldn't it be a mess?
Ren Mu dug a shallow hole in the ground a hundred meters away from the Yizhuang, buried himself in it, and waited anxiously for the night to come.

"Strange, who the hell kicked me!"

Wen Cai hurried to Ren's house, but couldn't get in.

On the way back to Yizhuang, I ran into Qiusheng again, and knew that he was not the one who played tricks just now.

"Could it be Mrs. Ren!"

After returning to Yizhuang, Wencai ran to the morgue for the first time, and was relieved to see that the coffin hadn't changed in any way.

"Wen Cai, what happened, why don't you cook!"

Uncle Jiu had just come back from the outside, and when he saw Wen Cai was actually studying the coffin, he immediately reprimanded him with some displeasure.

"Master, it's nothing, I'm going to cook now!"

Wen Cai was taken aback by Uncle Jiu's scolding, and ran to the kitchen in a panic.

As the night gradually dimmed, there was a simple smell of rice in the Yizhuang.

"Master, it's time to eat!"

Hearing Wen Cai's words, Uncle Jiu put down the letter in his hand and walked towards the dining room with his hands behind his back. "Wen Cai, why are your hands and feet so slow today!"

"Master, are you going to bury Mrs. Ren's coffin tomorrow? If Tingting doesn't see Grandpa for the last time, then I"

Wen Cai spoke a little lonely, but before he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu hit him on the head with a chopstick.

"Wen Cai, eat, don't be imaginative, be down-to-earth, and we Taoist priests in Maoshan must seek truth from facts!"

After scolding Wencai, Uncle Jiu sat down upright, picked up his rice bowl, and prepared to enjoy this simple meal.

"Clap!"

There was a loud knock on the door.

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Wen Cai with his head down, unmoved.

Shaking his head slightly and sighing, he went out and opened the door himself.

"Captain Awei, what's the matter?"

As soon as he opened the door, Uncle Jiu saw that it was Captain Awei who had just taken office in the yamen. After nodding in greeting, he directly asked why he was here.

"Maoshan Linjiu, come with me!"

Awei's tone was very disrespectful. He had been in office for so many days, and he already knew that Uncle Jiu had a high reputation in Renjia Town.

I have always wanted to find an opportunity to suppress it, to kill chickens and monkeys once, and use it to stand up.

But today a murder happened, leaving him helpless.

The old people in the yamen are suggesting to ask Uncle Yizhuang Jiushu for help.

There were many opinions, Awei came to Yizhuang very unwillingly, and didn't want Uncle Jiu to know that he came to ask for help, so he put on the power of the captain of the yamen.

"Captain Awei, what did I do?" Uncle Jiu said with narrowed eyes.

If the captain of the yamen doesn't tell the reason, his name of Maoshan Taoist priest is not said by others, but typed out.

"Uncle Nine, a murder case happened in the town, I want you to go over and take a look!" The follower behind Ah Wei spoke first with a smile.

"I want you to talk more!" Feeling that the captain's prestige was being challenged, Awei raised his hand angrily, ready to teach his subordinates a lesson.

"Captain, call it a day!"

"Yeah, leave this matter to Uncle Jiu, and we can get off work!"

Seeing that Captain Awei's expression was not right, the two security guards hurried forward to explain in a low voice.

"Well, let's not take this as an example, don't let me see you stealing my limelight again!"

"Lin Jiu, do you hear me? Come with me!" Awei put his hands on his hips and looked down at Uncle Jiu proudly.

"The murder case is a matter of the yamen, so please forgive me, please!" As soon as the words were finished, Uncle Jiu slammed the door of Yizhuang.

Leaving aside just now, Awei and the others quietly said those words of shirking responsibility, even if they were very respectful, it was impossible for him to leave Yizhuang tonight.

It's not that Uncle Jiu is unkind, but that last night an evil monster manipulated evil spirits to attack Yizhuang, and it took a lot of mana to repel the opponent.

Once Yizhuang is attacked again tonight, he is gone.

What to do with the body of the old man Ren, and how to save Wen Cai's life.

(End of this chapter)