Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 11 Corpse Transformation
  That night.

Uncle Jiu was pacing back and forth with the remaining incense burnt.

"This person is most afraid of three long and two short. This incense is most afraid of two short and one long, so it is burned like this."

"If this incense comes out of the house, someone must be mourning."

"Master, is it because of Mrs. Ren?" An Yan, who was standing beside the coffin, asked, remembering the plot.

Uncle Jiu was not sure either, "It's hard to say."

"Master, are you from the Ren family?"

"How else could it be like this?"

Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai who wanted to steal the tribute, and Wencai put down the sesame seed cake in his hand in embarrassment.

Wencai also relaxed when he heard that it was not Yizhuang's fault. "It has nothing to do with me. I don't have to worry about it."

"Yes."

An Yan looked at the two of them and asked strangely: "Don't you two like Miss Ren? If something happens to the Ren family, Miss Ren will naturally be in trouble as well."

"Why do you look so indifferent?"

"what!"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then became anxious.

Qiu Sheng grabbed Wencai and said, "Didn't you say that the matter has nothing to do with you?"

"What's the point of suffering a little for the one you love?" Wencai was very clear-headed at this time.

Uncle Jiu looked at the jealous look between the two and shook his head helplessly.

"Master, what should we do now?"

An Yan asked.

"Yes! There is also a master!"

The two people who decided to compete fairly immediately approached Uncle Jiu and showed flattering expressions.

"Master, please think of a solution quickly."

An Yan put his hand on Qiu Sheng's shoulder and said with a smile: "Master has already figured it out, otherwise why would he bring this coffin back?"

Looking at the coffin, Wen Cai wondered: "Is there something wrong with the coffin?"

"What's wrong with the coffin? There's something wrong with the dead person inside." Uncle Jiu said.

"It hasn't rotted after twenty years of death. I'm afraid this corpse has undergone changes."

After hearing An Yan's words, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai said in unison: "You won't turn into a zombie, right?"

Thinking of this, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai hurriedly opened the coffin and looked at it.

An Yan looked over, his face changed, and he shouted to Uncle Jiu: "Master, come and take a look!"

"How come this old man has gained weight?" Qiu Sheng also exclaimed.

In the coffin, Old Master Ren's white hair faded away, revealing his swollen and fattened purple skin, and the nails on his hands became black and green and became long.

Mr. Ren has turned into a purple zombie and is evolving into a jumping zombie.

Jumping to a deadlock corresponds to the realm of cultivation, which is equivalent to the cultivation of refining Qi.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu quickly came over and looked into the coffin. He found that Mr. Ren was showing signs of raising his body. If he didn't take care of it, he might run out.

"What's wrong, Mr. Ren has absorbed the Yin Qi for twenty years in his fatal hole, and now it has burst out after seeing the light of day."

"Hurry up and cover it!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai quickly closed the coffin lid.

"Quickly, prepare paper, pen, ink and sword."

"what?"

Uncle Jiu spoke so quickly that Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai did not react for a moment.

"Master, I'm going to prepare now."

An Yan did not hesitate and ran out of the morgue to prepare.

"You guys, learn more from An Yan. You've been in a state of confusion all day."

"I can't even tell the difference between yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword."

Uncle Jiu really hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.

"Oh!"

Qiusheng and Wencai, who knew they were in the wrong, shrank their heads and hurriedly ran out.

As soon as Wen Cai came out, he saw An Yan walking over holding a big rooster.

"An Yan, we want to eat chicken again!" "If you talk too much, be careful to let the master hear you." Qiu Sheng pushed Wen Cai and quickly went up to take the cock from An Yan's hand.

Knowing that Wen Cai was outspoken, An Yan said: "To calm Old Master Ren in the coffin, we must use the masculine rooster blood."

"Don't be stunned, the master is still waiting for us."

Seeing the three brothers preparing the materials, Uncle Jiu immediately killed the chicken to draw blood.

Then Uncle Jiu stood in front of the tribute table, making complicated marks with his hands like sword fingers. Then he inserted his fingers into the glutinous rice bowl, took out one, and lit it on the candle.

Throwing it into the bowl of chicken blood, it seemed that it was not chicken blood but gasoline, and it burned with a bang. The strange thing was that the chicken blood did not solidify due to the high temperature.

An Yan was full of doubts on the sidelines. Uncle Jiu hadn't taught him how to open the altar, so he was confused.

But I also knew that this was not the time to ask questions, so I had to suppress my excitement.

Without pausing, Uncle Jiu immediately poured the black ink into the still smoldering chicken blood and quickly stirred evenly while inserting his sword-like fingers into it.

After stirring evenly, Uncle Jiu took a piece of Bagua mirror to cover the bowl, took out the ink fountain and placed it. He squeezed the Bagua mirror and the bowl with both hands, pushed out a slit, and the ink mixed with chicken blood flowed along the Bagua mirror into the ink fountain.

After doing all this, Uncle Jiu handed the ink bucket to Qiu Sheng.

"Bounce the coffin all around."

"Oh!"

Qiu Sheng took the ink fountain and responded.

In order to prevent the two mad men from missing the bottom of the coffin, An Yan spoke first and said: "Qiu Sheng, let me help you."

"it is good."

An Yan pulled the ink line and flicked it evenly on the coffin with Qiu Sheng.

"This man divides the good guys into the bad guys." Uncle Jiu lit a handful of incense and sighed slightly: "The corpses are divided into zombies and zombies."

"Master, there are men and women with this person." Wen Cai on the side took the incense from Uncle Jiu's hand and said smartly.

"Master is talking here, why are you interrupting? Why don't you go and put on the incense?"

Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai.

Literary talent is nothing but talkative.

"But, Master, why do people turn into zombies?"

An Yan said with a smile: "People become bad people because they fail to live up to expectations, and corpses become zombies because they have an extra breath."

"This is the use of reading more books. I usually ask you and Wencai to read more books but refuse to do so." Uncle Jiu nodded, and then found an opportunity to criticize the two people who were not up to par.

Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes, "Master, just take a breath."

"You bastard, what are you talking about?"

Uncle Jiu slapped Qiu Sheng on the head, causing Qiu Sheng to grimace in pain.

"So, when you are a human being, you must live up to your expectations, and when you die, you must give up your spirit."

While laughing and joking, the coffin was ready, and Qiu Sheng wanted to let go and run away.

"Wait a minute, Qiu Sheng, the bottom of the coffin hasn't been popped yet."

Fortunately, An Yan had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed Qiu Sheng by the collar.

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome, right?"

"If Wen Cai escapes, what will happen if he sleeps in the morgue?" An Yan said helplessly.

"What? That's great!"

Qiu Sheng laughed.

"No, no, you have to play." Wen Cai said hurriedly. He wanted to meet Miss Ren in his dream, not Mr. Ren.

After the three people's fight, the bottom of the coffin was finally raised.

Late at night.

Yin energy surged in the coffin, and the ink lines flashed with golden-red light.

This time, the ink line with no blind spots in all directions did not allow Mr. Ren to do anything.

The Mo Dou Line has isolated the Yin Qi from outside, and there is no way for Mr. Ren to escape alone.

In the morgue, Wen Cai was sleeping like a dead pig with a big doll rooster in his arms, not caring about the surrounding environment at all.

No wonder Uncle Jiu would accept literary talents as his disciples. Such people were born to be in this profession.

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