Uncle Nine: Start the coffin shop and kill ghosts

Chapter 96 Rainy Night, Zombies Appear

"Crash!!"

The icy heavy rain quickly wet the clothes on the person's body, but the ceiling on the coffin well protected the blood line on the coffin from being diluted by the urgent rain.

"Hurry up, it's raining, hurry up and set up a tent."

Immediately, Wu Shilang next to the little elder brother held an umbrella for the little elder brother, while shouting at his subordinates.

The team immediately got busy and started to set up all the tents.

The first tent was quickly erected.

"The first tent is set up!" Suddenly, a strong man shouted to this side.

Daoist Qianhe looked at the golden coffin with copper horns behind him, although he said that the roof blocked most of the rain.

But the rain tonight was too heavy, so a lot of rain was blown in by the cold wind.

At the beginning, the rope was indeed dry, but as time passed, the rope gradually became wet.

If the coffin continues to be placed outside, the blood on the rope is still very likely to be diluted.

"Wu Shilang, can you let the coffin go in first!" Daoist Qianhe walked towards Wu Shilang and said.

"No, little elder brother is still soaking in the rain outside, we must let little elder brother go in first to shelter from the rain."

In the next second, Wu Shilang refused mercilessly.

"But Wu Shilang, the ink fountain line on the coffin has already started to melt. I'm worried that the corpse inside the coffin will jump out at any time."

Priest Qianhe frowned and begged.

"No, absolutely not.

As soon as Daoist Qianhe finished speaking, Wu Shilang still resolutely refused: "It's raining outside now, what if the little elder brother catches a cold?
And if the zombie jumps out, then you can put him in the coffin again, you are so powerful, can't you do even such a small thing?"

"Hurry up, take the little elder brother into the tent to shelter from the rain."

Immediately, several strong men lifted the delicate chairs and carried the little elder brother into the tent.

Daoist Qianhe couldn't help but gritted his teeth secretly, he only hoped that nothing would happen in peace, the coffin was locked inside, but it was a late stage zombie.

Once it runs out, it will be troublesome.

"Oh, by the way, forgot to tell you.'

At this moment, Wu Shilang, who had already hid in the tent, suddenly turned his head and said:
"The ones in the coffin are the royal family of the frontier, the blood is pure and noble, if they really jump out.

I advise you, it's better to be gentle.

If there is any damage on the corpse, you stinky Taoists,

Copying and chopping all over the house is not enough to appease the dragon's anger. "

After finishing speaking, Wu Shilang gave Daoist Qianhe a look of disdain, then turned and returned to the tent.

"Bastard, what is it?"

Looking at the arrogant Wu Shilang, Daoist Qianhe looked unhappy, isn't he just a declining royal family?
What's the difference between you and ordinary people? If you didn't want to kill, you guys would all be cursed to death here today.

"The tent is set up!"

Just then, the second tent was pitched.

"Quick, bring the coffin in for me!"

Daoist Qianhe saw that the second tent had also been set up, and quickly directed the strong man pulling the coffin to push the coffin into the tent.

"Hey, slow down!"

At this moment, three imperial guards with axes and hooks came over, looked arrogantly at Daoist Qianhe in front of him and said: "This third tent belongs to the three of us buddies.

You guys, just wait a little longer!"

"Three adults, if you don't push the coffin in again, I'm worried that something will happen."

Priest Qianhe couldn't help but frowned, and still said in a low voice.

He cursed secretly in his heart, how could a declining royal family pretend to be any better than that!
"What happened? Are you still afraid of the corpse jumping out of the coffin, haha."

Immediately, the imperial guard with two knives in his hands showed a mocking expression on his face: "You Taoist priests, it's fine if you don't have the skills, and you don't have the guts. If the corpse jumps out, we three buddies will naturally solve it.

At that time, you Taoist priests will stand aside and take a good look at what a real warrior is, stinky Taoist priests. "

"That's right, isn't it just a corpse? I have practiced the body of gold and steel. You are afraid of corpses, but I am not."

The strong man with a double ax in his hand patted his chest and promised.

"Brothers, let's go, first enter the tent, don't talk to this stinky Taoist priest." Immediately, after another imperial guard finished speaking, he rushed towards the tent with two friends.

"you.!"

Seeing the arrogant and domineering imperial guards, Daoist Qianhe tightly clenched his fists, wishing he could rush up and end the lives of these three people.
But these three people are all members of the royal family, so one more thing is worse than one less thing!
"The third tent is set up."

A few minutes later, another tent was set up. Daoist Qianhe was about to give orders to push the coffin in, but another voice came from beside him.

"The priest, I think we should give us the third tent! We officials are weak and cannot get wet in the rain."

A few officials who followed came over, although their words were meant to be discussed, but their tone was not in the slightest.

It seems to be conveying that if you don't give us the third tent, then you will die when you arrive in the capital.

Most of these officials are Beijing officials who follow, with noble status, and each of them is an official of the sixth rank or above. It is indeed not something that a Taoist priest can provoke.

"it is good!"

Daoist Qianhe had no expression on his face, but he had already made up his mind to pay attention.

Once the zombies ran out, he and his four apprentices left to form a formation around them. If the zombies killed people here, he would not care.

All of this was forced by you guys.

"Oh, thank you, Daoist."

The leading official showed a smile on his face, and then said: "My lords, let's go to the tent to drink and drink to drive away the cold."

Immediately, a group of officials walked towards the tent with wine jugs and roast chicken in their hands, smiling.

"Master, the rain has already begun to dilute the chicken blood on the ink fountain rope."

At this moment, a disciple ran over, pointed to the rope on the copper-horned golden coffin, and said.

"Wait, wait until the tent is set up, then push in." Daoist Qianhe said with a cold face, and now there is no good way.

"The tent is set up!"

Five minutes later, another tent was set up, and this time, no one could compete with Daoist Qianhe.

"Come on, push the coffin in quickly."

Daoist Qianhe, who was afraid of accidents, hurriedly directed the team to drive.

"1, 2,.
"1, 2, .!!"

The sound of strong men pushing carts could be heard, but the carriage containing the coffin remained motionless in place.

"Master, the car has been outside for too long, and it has been raining heavily, so the tires are stuck in the mud and cannot be pushed out."

A disciple said anxiously.

At this moment, because of the rain and the soft soil, most of the wooden wheels of the cart pulling the coffin were stuck in the mud and could not be pushed out at all.

(End of this chapter)