Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 14: Driving the tiger away from the mountain
  Uncle Jiu arrived and saw the zombie who had been stabbed to the ground by the Taomu Sword, and An Yan and the other two who were helping Wencai up.

"How is literary talent?"

Seeing Wencai who seemed to be injured, Uncle Jiu went up to check.

"Master, fortunately An Yan saved me just now." Wen Cai said with lingering fear.

"It's just a bruise. You're lucky not to have been bitten." Uncle Jiu finally felt relieved, and then asked An Yan: "An Yan, did you kill that zombie?"

"Ah."

"Yes, he is more promising than your two senior brothers."

Seeing that An Yan was able to kill a jumping zombie, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but praise him.

After receiving Uncle Jiu's approval, An Yan said modestly as usual: "If Master You hadn't injured this zombie, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do anything to him for a while."

On the other hand, it is a bit difficult to kill a jumping zombie with just glutinous rice and peach wood sword. Chicken blood and cinnabar ink are not used.

This rooster was killed tonight in vain.

"Master, how is the village?"

"Oh, it's terrible." Uncle Jiu shook his head with a heavy look on his face.

Wencai looked at the zombie and asked doubtfully: "Master, how could a zombie appear for no reason?"

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice: "Don't you see it? He is Li Ergou!"

"What? Li Ergou!"

Wencai and An Yan looked at each other.

An Yan suddenly became puzzled: "But didn't Ergou die just over a month ago?"

"Even if it turns into a zombie, it stands to reason that it will be purple zombie at best. How could it be jumping zombie?"

In terms of zombie levels, white zombies and purple zombies are the lowest. As long as they are popular enough, popularity alone can scare away white zombies and purple zombies.

But once it evolves into jumping stiffness, it's different.

At this time, popularity alone can no longer suppress its ferocity. On the contrary, the more people there are, the more excited it becomes. It is no longer something ordinary people can deal with.

"I feel strange too. I suspect someone is using Ergou's corpse to refine the body!"

Uncle Jiu expressed his guess.

"If there is an evil cultivator behind this, I'm afraid this matter is far from over."

"Uncle Ninth! Uncle Ninth!"

"We're here to help you!"

There was a shout from the direction of the village. When I looked back, I saw that Goudan was leading a group of villagers.

It turned out that the villagers discovered that the zombies had escaped. They wanted to avenge their dead relatives and immediately chased them out with hoes, machetes and other tools.

Of course, it was also because of Uncle Jiu's presence, otherwise they wouldn't have dared to look for a zombie in the middle of the night.

"Don't worry, the zombies have been killed."

Uncle Jiu shouted.

"Great!"

"This beast is finally dead!"

The villagers were both happy and sad because even if the zombies died, the people who were bitten to death would not be able to come back to life.

An Yan sighed upon seeing this. In this world of strange gods and ghosts, the lives of ordinary people are really nothing.

The zombies are dead, but the aftermath is far from over.

Uncle Jiu asked people to burn the zombies to avoid future troubles.

At the same time, people who were bitten by zombies were also cremated, and people who were bitten or scratched had to use glutinous rice to remove the corpse poison.

After finishing the affairs in the village, Uncle Jiu hurried to the banana forest with An Yan and Wencai, and found Li Dagou, who had died in front of the door with a ferocious face and had his blood sucked dry.

"What kind of deep hatred is this? You actually let your younger brother drain your older brother's blood?"

Uncle Jiu frowned, and An Yan and Wen Cai could imagine Li Dagou's fear and resentment before he died.

There was a square table next to it. An Yan walked over and saw black handwriting on the yellow talisman paper, which also exuded a faint rancid smell. "This is indeed the work of an evil monk." Uncle Jiu came over, took a look at it and said angrily.

"Red is yang and black is yin. Although many Taoists use black ink to draw talismans, there is absolutely no evil thing like corpse oil added to the ink."

"Did the Li brothers offend the evil cultivator? It's too tragic."

Wencai couldn't help but shook his head.

"Offended?" An Yan suddenly remembered something, turned to Uncle Jiu and said, "Master, do you still remember the storyteller who ran away?"

"Well, that storyteller is indeed very suspicious."

"It's just that I'm in the light and the enemy is in the dark, so it's hard to find him."

Uncle Jiu also had a headache. Evil cultivators like this were much more harmful than evil ghosts and zombies.

"Go and help the villagers dispose of the corpses."

Unable to find anyone, Uncle Jiu and the other three were helpless.

Little did they know that the person they were looking for had already found Yizhuang.

The storyteller has used it vividly to control the tiger away from the mountain with one hand.

"Humph, the rumored Uncle Ninth is nothing more than that, and he wasn't fooled around by me."

The storyteller, who easily climbed over the wall and entered, looked in the direction of Lijiacun with a hint of ridicule.

It is true that he can't beat Uncle Jiu now, but he knows best how to deal with such a righteous person.

As expected, Uncle Jiu didn't notice it at all.

The storyteller ran straight to the morgue, and when he saw the coffin covered with ink lines, he showed a greedy and excited expression.

"You are the one!"

"As long as I train you into an armored corpse, who else can stop me?"

While speaking, the storyteller took action and knocked the coffin board away with one hand.

Mr. Ren, who was suppressed inside, felt his body light up and immediately let out an excited roar and jumped up from the coffin.

As soon as he landed, a yellow talisman was placed on his forehead, instantly immobilizing Mr. Ren in place.

Seeing Mr. Ren who had become a jumping zombie, the storyteller's eyes flashed with light: "It is true that he has been nourished in the death hole for twenty years, and he is jumping as soon as he comes out of the coffin."

"When you absorb all your direct blood relatives, and then combine it with my corpse refining method, you may be able to touch the threshold of the bronze armored corpse."

Without further ado!

The storyteller immediately spread out the things he had brought, and then dipped his pen in ink mixed with corpse oil to draw the mysterious corpse refining charm on Old Man Ren's face.

His grandfather had planned the affairs of Old Mrs. Ren back then, and the talisman had been buried in his body. Now he only needed to reawaken the talisman in Old Mrs. Ren's body to control Old Mrs. Ren.

"If your family hadn't robbed my grandpa of my grandfather's water hole, our family would have been so prosperous by now. How did we end up like this?"

"Today, I will take back everything that was taken away by your Ren family!"

The storyteller accidentally revealed another shocking news: he was actually a descendant of the Feng Shui master back then.

After Old Mrs. Ren robbed the Dragonfly Dian Shui Cave, his grandfather made him die violently and buried him with great resentment. He asked the Ren family to open the coffin twenty years later, just to prevent the Ren family from having any descendants.

After finishing carving the talisman, the storyteller bit his finger, forced out his heart essence and blood, and dripped it on Old Man Ren's forehead, soaking the yellow talisman.

He took out a precious yellow talisman left behind by his grandfather. This was a high-level talisman that could control iron-armored corpses and even bronze-armored corpses.

"disease!"

The storyteller muttered some words, pointed the yellow talisman at Mr. Ren, and the yellow talisman turned into a ray of light and disappeared into Mr. Ren's mouth.

"rise!"

He had already followed the storyteller in a low voice.

Old Master Ren jumped violently, and the yellow talisman on his forehead fell off.

"Go! Find your relatives and have a drink!"

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　　Zombie levels: white zombie, purple zombie, jumping zombie, hairy zombie (iron-armored zombie), black zombie (bronze-armored zombie), flying zombie (gold-armored zombie), non-bone, demon
  　　
  　
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