Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

Chapter 9
In the Yizhuang, the central figure is the portrait of the founder of Maoshan, Jiushu sits on the left, and Ren Fa sits on the right.

As soon as he sat down, he smiled and asked Ren Fa: "Master Ren, the humble house is simple, and only tea is served!"

"No cold, no leakage, I have a cordial feeling here!"

Wen Cai, who had just come in with tea, heard Ren Fa's words and couldn't help muttering.

"People will come in when they die. If you have a sense of intimacy earlier, you won't get used to it after death!"

"Put it down quickly, why are you shivering!" When Uncle Jiu heard this, his face turned livid, and he sternly reprimanded Wen Cai.

Then he said to Ren Fa with some embarrassment: "Master Ren, I don't know why you came today!"

Ren Fa, who has been in the mall for many years, is directly immune to the whispers of Wencai, and the smile on his face has not changed in the slightest.

"Uncle Jiu, I heard something happened to Yizhuang on the street last night, so I came over to have a look!"

"Nothing happened in Yizhuang, it may be misrepresented by passers-by!" Uncle Jiu said solemnly.

It was a ghost who came to Yizhuang to make trouble last night. After it was wiped out quickly, what would happen?

"I think so too. According to the original plan, I should be able to bury my late father in a few days!"

After sitting in Yizhuang for a while, Ren Fa felt cold all over, so he went straight to the topic.

"Master Ren, the acupoints for your father's burial have been determined. The burial will take place in three days, and we will go there together!"

"Okay, everything will be arranged by Uncle Jiu. I will go there. It may be a bit lively then, don't mind!"

After Ren Fa finished speaking, he took a sip of tea calmly.

All the young people in Renjia Town were going to be buried for Ren Mu, such a grand funeral.

In his mouth, it was just a little lively.

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu felt a little emotional, and quickly said, "I don't mind, as long as your father likes it!"

After the two chatted, they began to drink tea, and the scene became a little quiet.

A fly with a very strange flight path suddenly stopped behind Ren Fa's chair, as if listening to something.

At this time, Ren Mu, who was lying in the coffin, completely suppressed the zombie instinct in his body.

So he used Dacheng's corpse control technique to manipulate the corpse of a fly and fly it into the house as a bug.

"Why is it so quiet? Is there something wrong with my corpse control technique?"

But he didn't hear any sound, thinking that the technique he cast was not right, and he was trying to increase the output of consciousness.

"Uncle Jiu, I wonder if I can take a look at my late father's body?" Ren Fa put down his teacup and said today's theme.

"Of course, it's in the morgue!" Uncle Jiu also guessed the reason for Ren Fa's visit, and smiled slightly.

The two walked towards the morgue one after the other, when Ren Mu heard it.

Then he cut off the fly's consciousness connection, restrained all the corpse's energy, and lay down directly on the corpse.

"Boom!" As the coffin lid opened.

Seeing this, Ren Fa immediately yelled: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

"Master Ren, what's the problem?" Uncle Jiu had just put down the coffin lid and saw no change in Ren Mu.

"Uncle Jiu, why did my father become younger?"

Hearing Ren Fa's words, Uncle Jiu checked Ren Mu's body carefully, with a strange expression on his face.

Instead of explaining to Ren Fa, he asked a weird question.

"Master Ren, did your father have the habit of sleepwalking during his lifetime!"

In fact, even if Ren Fa didn't come today, Uncle Jiu wanted to go to Ren's house to find him.

"No, but one month before he died, I heard from the housekeeper. One night, my father suddenly sleepwalked and scolded a Feng Shui master surnamed Dong!"

Ren Fa recalled for a moment, and said something that Ren Mu also wanted to know.

"Um"

Uncle Jiu pondered for a few seconds, then waved Wen Cai to close the lid of the coffin, and said softly to Ren Fa, "Old Master Ren's body won't be long, and the burial has to be brought forward, and it's here today!"

"Then I'll say goodbye!"

Uncle Jiu issued the order to drive away the guests, but Ren Fa was not angry. After saluting with fists in his hands, he turned and left Yizhuang.

Watching Ren Fa leaving and getting his back, Uncle Jiu stood with his hands behind his back, his face solemn.

"Last night, this Feng Shui master surnamed Dong should have played tricks. I have to be careful."

"According to the date, Brother Simu will also come to Yizhuang tonight!"

The change in Ren Mu's face made Uncle Jiu vigilant, and felt that things were getting more and more difficult.

At this time, hearing Uncle Jiu talking to himself made Ren Mu in the coffin a little depressed!

There is Nine Uncle clearly, but there is Mr. Feng Shui secretly.

Now let's look at four eyes again, why is his zombie life so hard.

With the current strength of the third-rank Zombie Jumping, looking at the world, he is also a leader among zombies.

But in this small Renjia Town, he can only live in a coffin.

If there is no simulator, Ren Mu will definitely do it himself to end this short life of being a zombie.

It is also very possible to fight hard, in order to improve one's own strength, go to Ren's house, and ask the filial son to show his love.

Now, I can only continue to lie in the coffin, bask in the sunrise tomorrow, and then perform zombie simulation.

"Wen Cai, take out the corpse of Mrs. Ren, and don't tear off the corpse-suppressing talisman!"

"Ah, Master, I am."

"Less nonsense, more work!"

Wen Cai's performance today made Uncle Jiu very ashamed, and he has already made up his mind to find a time to educate this incompetent apprentice.

How could the future successor of Yizhuang be so rude!
"Master, we've moved out, what's next?" Wen Cai carefully looked at Uncle Jiu's face, if Master showed any signs of wanting to teach him a lesson, he would run away!
"Go and get the ink fountain thread and the money sword!"

"Okay, Master!"

Standing in front of the altar, Ren Mu sensed that Uncle Jiu was staring at him.

But when he heard the ink fountain line of the wealth code, he immediately opened his eyes.

"Hmm!" Seeing this, Uncle Jiu showed a surprised expression, immediately bit his fingertips, stepped on the sky, and quickly reached out and tapped Ren Mu's forehead.

"Bah!" With a tingling pain in his soul, Ren Mu's consciousness quickly hid in the simulator.

"I didn't expect Uncle Jiu's blood to be so hot, but luckily he hid quickly!"

After suppressing Mrs. Ren, Uncle Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, and took the ink fountain thread from Wen Cai.

"Master Ren, offended!"

Pulling away the ink fountain line with both hands, Uncle Jiu used his mana and stepped on the Maoshan Zhenxie Tiangang step.

He kept circling around Ren Mu's side, wrapping the ink fountain thread around his body.

Ink thread shroud is a powerful spell used by Maoshan to suppress zombies, and it will not do so unless it is absolutely necessary.

Because it will break the corpse energy left on the corpse, even a powerful third-rank jumping zombie will be completely killed and become an ordinary corpse.

The most serious thing is to accelerate the decay of the corpse. Within three days, an extremely stiff zombie will be suppressed into a bone.

This is why Uncle Jiu apologized to Ren Mu just now.

At the same time, in order to avoid long nights and dreams.

It was decided to bury Ren Mu tomorrow.

Ren Mu, who consciously hid in the simulator to avoid the harm of Uncle Jiu's blood, was unaware of his fanfare to suppress him, but heard the cold reminders constantly beeping from the simulator.

[Ding, sun essence +1. 】

(End of this chapter)