Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

Chapter 4 Keep Staring at Me

At this time, Uncle Jiu wanted to explain again, when he heard Ren Tingting's exclamation from downstairs.

"Ok!"

Hurriedly going downstairs, Uncle Nine saw the captain of the yamen, Ah Wei, hugging the stairs to interact, his brows furrowed, and when he saw the figure outside, he ran out in a rage.

"You two bastards!"

Uncle Jiu cursed angrily, grabbed the slow-moving Wen Cai, and punched him violently in the stomach.

"Wow!" Seeing Wen Cai spit out a yellow talisman from his mouth, Uncle Jiu let him go.

"Go back to Yizhuang!" After kicking again, Uncle Jiu turned and walked into the house.

"Master Ren, I'm leaving!" His apprentice made troubles, which made him look ashamed, so he could only apologize to Ren Fa.

Walking out of Ren's house, Uncle Jiu looked at this extremely luxurious building and had an intuition in his heart. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "I hope this is not the last time!"

Back to Yizhuang.

Uncle Jiu carefully inspected the coffin where Ren Mu was lying, and after seeing a dark paw print on the bottom, he showed a sudden realization.

Then, frowning slightly, holding a cane in his hand, he walked towards the two apprentices who were fighting.

"Qiusheng, let me tell you, Ren Tingting is mine!"

"What's yours, Wencai, you haven't woken up yet!"

Qiusheng and Wencai quarreled over Ren Tingting.

Suddenly, Qiu Sheng winked.

But Wencai didn't take it seriously: "Her grandfather has promised me to be his granddaughter. Ah!"

Uncle Jiu became angry and skillfully waved the cane in his hand.

Because of Ren Mu running out.

And because of the cremation of the corpse, Ren Fa misunderstood that he was doing it for the red envelope, so he was more angry in his heart and stronger in his hands.

In the Yizhuang, there was a scream of killing chickens, and Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were not spared.

After a fat beating, he squatted in the corner aggrieved.

"You two, hurry up and flick the ink fountain thread at the bottom of the coffin, if you are so sloppy, you will be beaten to pieces!"

"Ah!" Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng looked at each other.

Immediately, he realized that he was not wronged by being beaten by Uncle Jiu, and the grievance in his heart disappeared instantly, and he rushed to the morgue.

"I come!"

"Give it to me!"

Wencai and Qiusheng quarreled again for the ink fountain line, and finally worked together to fill the bottom of Ren Mu's coffin with the ink fountain line.

"These two apprentices who are not talented, it seems that they need to be educated."

Uncle Jiu saw the two apprentices working so hard, and the anger in his heart disappeared instantly.

Ren Mu was slightly taken aback by the noisy voices of Uncle Jiu and his disciples.

"This, what's going on?"

According to the results of the zombie simulation, he can still sneak out from the bottom of the coffin tonight. Why has the plot changed now?

"Try it first!
After the surroundings calmed down, Ren Mu stretched out his pitch-black nails with a tentative mind, and stuffed them into the crack at the bottom of the coffin.

"Bah!"

When the fingernails touched the ink fountain line of Zhiyang Dharma Artifact, he suddenly felt a shock, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't because the nails were hurt by the ink fountain line, nor was it corroded by the corpse.

Instead, the simulator's prompt sounded in his mind.

【Ding.Sun Essence +1. 】

Ren Mu originally thought that the energy of the simulator needs to be exposed to the sun.

Basking in the moonlight is just a stopgap measure.

Now I finally understand.

According to the scientific knowledge of previous lives.

All the most yang things in the world are part of the essence of the sun.

Therefore, as long as the strength is strong enough, it can be said that it is immune to all Zhiyang Magical Artifacts.

Last night's level was only first-grade purple stiff.

Unable to bear the yang energy of the ink fountain line, the corpse energy will be eroded by touching it, so the simulator cannot absorb it.

Now the second grade is dead, and the strength has improved. After being able to withstand the slightest damage from the ink fountain line, the simulator can absorb it.

"Hey, I found the wealth code, the simulator really loves you."

The sharp nails exuding a faint light continuously scratched across the bottom of the coffin, quickly absorbing a lot of the sun's essence.

Unfortunately, the sun essence consumed by the simulation is directly proportional to the number of times.

The ink fountain line at the bottom of the coffin is absorbed, it is still not enough for the next simulation.

"Now a simulation needs 50 points of essence, and it's still a dozen or so points away. It's really pitiful!"

Ren Mu could only sigh with emotion, and then continued to lie down.

He is waiting, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Feng Shui.

Possessing a great ability to control corpses, as long as he is not confrontational, he will not be afraid of being manipulated by this guy at all.

If just now, Qiusheng and Wencai knew about Ren Mu's actions in the coffin, they would have had a heart attack from fright, and then went to Uncle Jiu crying.

After returning from Ren's house, Uncle Jiu entered the morgue several times, but today he was startled by Ren Mu's falling from the sky.

After finding nothing abnormal, he asked Qiu Sheng to buy some tiles to repair the roof.

He has always lived very frugally, and of course he will not spend money to find a bricklayer.

"Wen Cai, have you seen it?" Qiu Sheng pulled Wen Cai's collar and pointed to a dark green butterfly on the wall.

"Looking at what?" Wen Cai responded with some disapproval.

"Wencai, when did we see such a big butterfly?"

"What's all the fuss about a butterfly, Qiusheng, hurry up and fix the roof, or you'll be beaten by Master again!"

"I always feel like it's been looking at me?"

"That's right, that Butterfly has taken a fancy to you!" After finishing speaking, Wen showed an excited smile, thinking that Qiusheng and Butterfly had already seen eye to eye, and would not compete with him for Tingting.

In the grove outside the Yizhuang, an old Taoist priest who was hiding in his robe was holding a dark mirror and looking at everything in the Yizhuang.

"I saw that Ren Weiyong's body is still in the Yizhuang, and it has not been destroyed. It must be a guy from Maoshan who was happy to see the hunter and wanted to occupy the veteran's natal zombie."

The old Taoist took a deep breath, with a ferocious look on his face.

"Ren Weiyong is the key to my breakthrough in geology. I have worked hard for 20 years, and it is time to reap the rewards. I must not just let it go."

"Wait for me, it's fifteen tonight, my spells will be more powerful, I must take Ren Weiyong back!"

At this moment, Qiu Sheng was standing on the roof, looking into the distance from time to time, feeling that something would happen tonight.

But without any basis, he could only repair the roof diligently so that Uncle Jiu would not have to worry about the rain.

The bright moon hangs high.

The sleeping bird in the grove was awakened by a strange sound of bells, flapping its wings frantically, trying to fly away from the dangerous place.

It's a pity that a black net fell from the sky, and many animals have been caught in this open space.

A black shadow ignored all kinds of begging eyes, and directly raised the knife and dropped it.

After a while, the ground was full of blood, and the rich blood energy gathered on the central altar and merged with the miasma, making it look eerie.

In Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu, who had already fallen asleep early, heard the noise from outside, got up immediately, and ran over with an oil lamp.

No matter what, Mr. Ren is also the ancestor of the Ren family in the town, so if something really happened, he would be very difficult to explain.

(End of this chapter)