Bureau Seat, What Happened in 1999 Can't Be Hidden

　　In this way, not only will this corpse drive inn have troublesome corpses, but it is also very likely to be possessed by ghosts, resulting in corpse transformation.

　　Besides, the corpse we chased is not an ordinary corpse. It is Mao Zong, the king of zombies. Once the corpse changes, let alone the corpse inn, there will be no living things in a radius of [-] miles. "

　　What Zhao Yi said was obviously something extremely frightening, but his tone was very flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

　　This made several people understand the ceremony just now, and at the same time, they couldn't help shrinking their necks subconsciously.

　　The old man walked into the house, and the voice came slowly:

　　"Okay, okay, the ceremony has been completed, everyone, you can enter the house and bury the body!"

　　The old man saw Zhao Yi's actions in his eyes, and was overjoyed. After practicing the ritual for a lifetime, he could actually use it in his lifetime, which moved the old man.

　　According to what the ancestors said, the ceremony has been completed so far, and you can open the door and enter the corpse.

　　The old man was about to lead a few people into the house, but he looked at Zhao Yi and still didn't mean to stop.

　　This made the old man a little too angry, afraid to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the corpse carpenter.

　　"Old man, can I borrow a pen and paper?"

　　Zhao Yi looked back at the old man in the inn. The old man was startled for a while, then cupped his hands and said:

　　"I don't know what the pen and paper that Master Walker wants?"

　　Zhao Yi said slowly:

　　"The pen needs cinnabar pen, and the paper needs yellow talisman paper.

　　The cinnabar is Tianlu sand, and the yellow talisman is the coffin-pressing talisman. "

　　Hearing the words, the old man looked horrified, but then nodded.

　　Tianlusha refers to the cinnabar that has been exposed to the sun and the moon for seven, seven and forty-nine days.

　　The coffin pressing talisman refers to the yellow paper pressed inside the coffin.

　　Although the old man has these two things, they have already been sealed in the box.

　　Because as early as the beginning, he heard from his ancestors.

　　These two things are not easy to use, because they are used to block the corpse gas and prevent the corpse from becoming a zombie control charm.

　　But now Zhao Yi directly asked himself for these two things, which made the old man subconsciously look at the corpse behind Zhao Yi.

　　The other ones are normal, except for the uniform clothes in the hospital mortuary, there is no other difference.

　　Only the one behind Zhao Yi is really different.

　　After a little scrutiny, the old man was surprised to find out.

　　This corpse was stiff but not rotten. Originally, he thought it might be a corpse that had just died, but looking at the muddy body and the strange style of clothing, a thought suddenly appeared in the old man's mind. ,

　　This corpse is going to freeze.

　　Thinking of this, the old man hurriedly turned around and ran into the house, and soon there was a sound of ding ding ding bang in the house. Obviously, these two items that Zhao Yi wanted were rarely used.

　　This made a few people dare not speak out, and looked at Zhao Yi with a thoughtful look in their eyes, and everyone wanted to see what Zhao Yi was going to do next.

　　After a while, the old man returned again, holding a pen in his hand, dipped in bright red cinnabar, and taking out a worn-out yellow paper in the other hand...

　　After taking over the pen and paper, Zhao Yi showed a careful check. When it was confirmed that it was correct, he immediately drew the dragon and snake and drew something on the yellow talisman paper.

　　Then a piece of talisman paper appeared in Zhao Yi's hand, and after meditating for a few words, Zhao Yi quickly tore off the talisman paper he had previously pasted between Mao Zong's eyebrows, and quickly pasted the talisman paper he had just drawn on it.

　　"The previous painting was only for temporary use. Now that there is sand and coffin-pressing paper, this Mao Zong will never have another accident."

　　Zhao Yi whispered and explained to the people behind him, then he shook the bell and introduced Mao Zong into the room that the old man had deliberately cleaned up.

　　Everything is ready, and a few people can finally take a rest.

　　The old man brought hot tea and cakes, but several people picked up the hot tea in tacit understanding and did not touch the cakes.

　　This is Yizhuang, and it is inevitable for a few people to think that these pastries should not be exchanged for the fruit.

　　Zhao Yi didn't seem to care, he ate a few cakes and chatted with the old man.

　　Through chatting, Zhao Yi learned that the old man has a grandson who grew up in this righteous village, but it was late at night and he was already asleep.

　　Just as he was saying this, footsteps suddenly came from outside, and several people knew that in this room, apart from the few people in the room, only the Mao Zong and the body stolen from the hospital were left.

　　Suddenly, Wang Ye stood up and stood at the door with a look of vigilance.

　　"Squeak..."

　　The door was pushed open from the outside, and Wang Ye was about to shoot when he saw a sleepy young man in his twenties walked in.

　　He seemed to be awakened by the voices of several people talking, and walked in topless.

　　When he saw everyone in the room looking over, the young man was stunned, and when he saw Ma Baoer and Li Xue, he subconsciously picked up the straw on the side to block his body.

　　Seeing this, the old man smiled and said:

　　"Everyone laughed, this is my little grandson, Qiu Sheng.

　　"Qiusheng?"

　　Zhao Yi, who had lowered his head originally, suddenly raised his head and looked carefully when he saw the young man.

　　He still heard about the name Qiusheng, of course, he heard about it in his previous life.

　　I just don't know if the person in front of me is the one I know.

　　"Grandpa, who are these?"

　　Qiu Sheng asked nervously while blocking his body.

　　The old man hurried over, pulled his grandson out, and whispered in Qiusheng's ear:

　　"This is the walking master that Grandpa often told you about."

　　Qiu Sheng's eyes suddenly widened: "Are they corpse hunters?"

　　"Bah bah bah!"

　　The old man slapped Qiu Sheng on the back of the head: "You kid, don't be rude."

　　After speaking, the old man bowed to Zhao Yi and the others:

　　"Several, don't take offense."

　　Seeing this, Zhao Yi waved his hand, and at the same time looked at Qiu Sheng and asked:

　　"Qiusheng, do you have a master?"

　　Zhao Yi naturally wanted to test whether Qiu Sheng in this world knew Lin Zhengying.

　　However, Qiu Sheng shook his head firmly:

　　"No, I grew up with my grandfather and have no teachers."

　　Zhao Yi nodded without a trace. After all, there is a gap between the two worlds, which is understandable.

　　And it could just be the same name.

　　However, because of Qiu Sheng's appearance, Zhao Yi thought of Lin Zhengying.

　　After chatting with Qiusheng and the old man for a while, the two asked a few people to take a good rest.

　　The old man could see that Qiu Sheng was very interested in Zhao Yi and the others, but he also knew that this child had no rules, and it was easy to take a few rash steps, even pulling Qiu Sheng away.

　　Ma Baoer and Li Xue were arranged by Zhao Yi to rest on the big kang, while the men spread straw on the ground.

　　No one wants to sleep, basically you talk to me until dawn.

　　The sky was bright, and Zhao Yi and the others packed up and came to the yard.

　　The old man was taking care of the incense hall, and some corpses were placed in the yard. When he saw Zhao Yi and several people appearing, he was suddenly a little strange:

　　"Several, it's still early, why don't you rest?"

　　However, Zhao Yi waved his hand: "No, the old man, we have to pick up the corpse and go on our way."

　　"What, get rid of the corpse and drive?"

　　The old man didn't even realize that his voice increased a bit, which made Qiu Sheng rush over after hearing the sound.

　　"Master walking foot, shouldn't you be out day and night, it's just dawn, you're leaving?"

　　Zhao Yi nodded when he heard the words, but he did not explain.

　　This Mao Zong is different from ordinary corpses. If it is an ordinary corpse, it must avoid the sun and the moon.

　　But Mao Zong was already not afraid of the sun, so he didn't need to choose to walk at night in order to avoid the sun.

　　The second is the undead in Mao Zong's body. If he doesn't leave Pinnacle Mountain for a day, it may absorb death energy and yin energy again to strengthen it.

　　Although there was a talisman to suppress it, he was not afraid of [-], so Zhao Yi decided to leave early.

　　After all, it takes a day to walk into the urban area from here, and it will be dark when you arrive in the urban area.

　　Anyway, the next long section of the journey will be a mountain road, so Zhao Yi is not worried about any collision.

　　The old man and Qiusheng tried their best to dissuade him, but Zhao Yi was still firm in his thoughts, the purple gold bell swayed in his hand, and Mao Zong obediently followed behind Zhao Yi and left Yizhuang.

　　Watching the figures of several people gradually disappear into the forest, Qiu Sheng asked suspiciously:

　　"Grandpa, are they really corpse hunters, and if so, why do they drive corpses during the day?"

　　The old man shook his head suspiciously, and was also full of doubts about this.

　　It wasn't until the sound of the bell had disappeared that the old man sighed softly and prepared to turn back to the house.

　　However, he seemed to have thought of something. The old man slowly looked at Qiu Sheng, who was beside him, patted his shoulder, and said with approval:

　　"You're not bad. Uncle Ninth told you that if anyone asks, he should not tell his name. Yesterday, I was afraid that you would forget about it. Not bad, very strict!"

　　Qiusheng puffed out his chest proudly:

　　"That is, of my master's words, of course I have to listen, but... Grandpa, who do you think my master is?"

　　The old man smiled and respectfully said:

　　"How can I know this? Your master traveled by here, and we only met your master once."

　　Qiu Sheng sighed, "Then when will I see Master again? I haven't learned anything about this."

　　The old man comforted: "You, don't worry, didn't the ninth uncle say when he left, the time has come, I will see you again...".