As the downfall of the Republic of China, there was a Taoist priest named Uncle Jiu

"Give it to you."

Gu Zhou was very straightforward, he pulled out the shell gun and gave it to him.

"Ah? That's... not good... Junior Brother Gu."

Wen Cai said so in his mouth, but his hand quickly took the shell gun over and played with it over and over, his eyebrows beaming.

Qiu Sheng was extremely envious, so Gu Zhou brought Zhang Muzhi's shell gun and gave it to him before he could open his mouth, and said with a smile, "One for each, impartial."

"Master... Zhi"

Qiusheng was a little more sensible than Wencai, and he even asked Uncle Jiu for his opinion.

"You still don't thank Gu Zhou?"

Uncle Jiu snorted coldly.

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After hearing the words, the two thanked them again and again, and their affection for Gu Zhou increased greatly.

There is no man who does not like guns. The beauty of the machine is addictive. After the two of them hold the gun, they wish they could shoot a few shots for fun.

Gu Zhou smiled slightly, and it was worth it to win the favor of the crouching dragon and phoenix chicks with two shell guns worth tens of dollars.

The two of them may not be able to help Gu Zhou, but behind them stands Uncle Jiu. Although Uncle Jiu often hates iron, his feelings for them are not much different from that of a father and son.

Wencai has no father and no mother, and he followed Jiushu when he was a few years old. Qiusheng became a teacher when he was seven or eight years old, and it has been more than ten years since then.

Feelings are not deep.

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Yizhuang is an official or non-governmental place temporarily used to store the corpses of people who died in other places, or unclaimed corpses. Because Yizhuang is very dark, Uncle Jiu's Yizhuang is at the westernmost end of Lijia Village, away from Yizhuang The nearest house is more than 50 meters away.

The building structure of Yizhuang is very simple, just an ordinary yard. You can see the situation inside at a glance when you stand at the door. The front yard of 587 is paved with bluestone floors. There are stone tables and chairs on the left, and a gazebo on the right. There are some bamboos planted beside the gazebo.

The room for visiting the coffins occupies half of the yard, and there are more than 30 coffins placed inside, and three sticks of incense are inserted in front of each coffin.

The custom of Yizhuang is not to empty the coffin, that is to say, there is an owner in every coffin.

Logically speaking, the environment of the Yizhuang should be gloomy and creepy, but Uncle Jiu's Yizhuang seems to have arranged an unknown formation, which changed the feng shui of the Yizhuang, making the Yizhuang have a bit of aura, not The slightest sense of cloudiness.

Uncle Jiu said: "There are more than 100 of you, it is impossible to sleep in a bed. My yard is big enough, so I can find a place to rest for a night. If you are brave enough, you can sleep in the coffin room."

Gu Zhou nodded, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and his nose sniffed: "Uncle Jiu, what beast did you slaughter before? It smells bloody."

At this moment, Wen Cai's cry sounded like killing a pig: "Damn it! Who killed my sheep! Killed my cows! Kill them before they (agfc) grow up!"

Gu Zhou, Uncle Jiu looked for the sound and saw Wen Cai wailing outside a shed. At his feet lay dead calves and sheep.

"I'm still waiting to raise them to eat beef and mutton, kill them now..."

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Seeing the four holes in the calf's neck, Uncle Jiu's face changed wildly. He went into a room next to the shed. There was only one coffin in it, obviously he had special treatment.

At this time, the lid of the coffin was lifted, and it was fragmented, and the owner in the coffin had disappeared.

"It's over! The old man is dead!"

Uncle Jiu quickly inspected the coffin, and when he got to the bottom of the coffin, his face became gloomy and ashen, and he almost shouted for Wencai and Qiusheng to come in.

"Before I left, I asked thousands of times to make the ink fountains in every part of your coffin pop in place. Is this how you two treat it?"

Uncle Nine slapped the two of them hard on the heads a few times, and there was a bang, bang, crisp sound like hitting melons. The two grinned in pain, but didn't dare to refute a word, as if I knew I was wrong and let you punish me.

Gu Zhou came out to intercede at the right time: "Uncle Nine, punishing them now won't help. It's best to find the traces of the zombies as soon as possible. If you can't find them, you have to go to Ren's house and wait."

The blood of blood relatives is extremely attractive to zombies, and few zombies can resist it. It can be predicted that this zombie, Mrs. Ren, must have gone to Renjia Town.

Uncle Jiu's face was solemn: "The cave where the old man was buried is the Dragonfly Point Water Cave. The cave is three feet four feet long and only four feet is usable, and the width of one foot three feet is only three feet usable. Therefore, the coffin cannot be buried horizontally. It must be buried vertically. Burial."

"This acupoint was originally owned by Mr. Feng Shui. Mr. Ren saw that this acupoint was a good acupoint, so he threatened and lured him to buy the acupoint. Mr. Fengshui held a grudge and used a trick to turn the Dragonfly Pointing Water Cave into a Dragonfly Cave."

"Fa's funeral is head down, feet up, but Mrs. Ren's head is up, feet down. It looks normal to outsiders, but Mr. Feng Shui sprinkled a layer of incense ash on the coffin, completely turning this hole into a coffin. Corpse pit."

"Dragonfly's Water Cave is the best cave. As good as it is, it's so bad when it becomes a corpse breeding cave. In this kind of corpse breeding ground, a zombie that has been bred for 20 years, as long as it transforms into a corpse, at least it will be a green zombie."

Gu Zhou sneered and said, "Mr. Ren and Mr. Feng Shui are dog-eat-dogs. They are all good people. But Mr. Feng Shui is insidious enough. He spent 20 years harming the entire Ren family. Mr. Ren thinks he buried a good hole, so he can The descendants of Fumian, never thought about it but harmed the descendants."

In this era, people are very particular about the burial place of their ancestors. It is believed that the ancestral tomb affects the fortune and fortune of future generations.

If buried well, future generations will be rich and powerful.

If the burial is not good, the official luck and wealth luck of the descendants will be ruined, and they will be unlucky for a lifetime.

Just like this Mr. Feng Shui, if a good acupoint is robbed, for him there is no doubt that it is a deep hatred, a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, and he does not hesitate to compromise Yin De, even if it takes 20 years, the Ren family will be destroyed.

According to the plot, the Ren family was indeed ruined.

Over the past 20 years, the business has become worse and worse, and the entire Ren family has two people, Mr. Ren and Ren Tingting.

Master Ren died at the hands of his father, and the remaining Ren Tingting can keep the Ren family business?

What's more, Mr. Ren has no sons. According to the ancient concern, not having a son is tantamount to cutting off children and grandchildren.

In the end, there is no difference between the Ren family and the ruined family.

There is also the scariest one is that the dove occupies the magpie's nest, borrowing the fortune of your ancestral grave, stealing your family's wealth and fortune.

No caring person reminded her, and she didn't know that the ancestral grave was occupied by people who stole the luck until the family was in decline.

Uncle Jiu continued: "I opened the museum and saw that Mrs. Ren's body and hair are all green, but very light, and the hair is very long, which is beyond the scope of green stiffness. This is transforming into hair stiffness. If it sucks Master Ren Tingting's blood, I'm afraid it will completely degenerate into a hairless."

"At that time, it will jump like flying, and it will be very difficult to catch. And you are not afraid of sunlight and fire, and you can come out in broad daylight to harm people."

As soon as Ren Tingting was mentioned, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng immediately pricked up their ears and became nervous. Wen Cai couldn't help urging: "Then what are you waiting for! Why don't you save Tingting... No, hurry up and kill the zombies!".

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boom!

Gu Zhou seemed to hear the sound of the watermelon breaking, Wen Cai gasped and squatted down, covering his head and rubbing vigorously.

The corner of Qiu Sheng's mouth twitched, realizing that he wanted to laugh, he quickly pulled his cheeks, and restored the expression of 'I know I was wrong'.

Gu Zhou shook his head, poking such a big mess, Uncle Jiu must see that they are not pleasing to the eye, maybe breathing a little louder or stepping out the door with his left foot first, he will take the opportunity to reprimand him.

At this time, it's best to be honest, lower your eyebrows, be careful, and don't say a word.

It is foreseeable that Ren Jiazhen will inevitably die, but he is still worried about Ren Tingting. If Jiu Shu doesn't give him a brainstorm, Jiu Shu has a good temper.

In comparison, Qiu Sheng is more acquainted, like a good baby.

"Gu Zhou, I'm going to trouble you again. You have a lot of people under your command, so the probability of finding zombie traces is much higher."

Gu Zhou nodded: "It's a small matter!"

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Lijia Village is ten miles away from Renjia Town, a hundred people traveled overnight and spent the whole night, and when they arrived at Renjia Town, it was already daylight.

Gu Zhou divided a company into ten teams, and each team brought a Maxim.

Rifles may not be able to hurt green zombies or even hairy zombies, but Maxim will certainly be able to.

Gu Zhou and Uncle Jiu rushed to Ren's house.

The Ren family is the undisputed number one gentry in Renjia Town, with amazing wealth. It has been in decline for 20 years, and it is still one of the richest families in Renjia Town.

The house covers an area of ​​more than five acres, and the architectural style is a combination of Chinese and Western. There are not only eastern-style pavilions, pavilions, waterside pavilions, but also Western-style fountains, Roman columns, sculptures, and octagonal rooms, with gorgeous decorations, strong colors, and elegance.

However, Gu Zhou can be sure that the architect hired by Ren’s family is very ordinary, and the combination of Ren’s family and western architecture is just a random hodgepodge. The two architectural methods are not integrated, which is very abrupt.

Hearing the knock on the door, the concierge of Ren's family stretched out his head to look out, landed on Uncle Jiu, and asked respectfully, "Uncle Jiu, do you want to see our master?"

He knew that his master treated Uncle Jiu with courtesy, so he didn't dare to neglect him.

Uncle Jiu nodded: "There is something very important, you should go and report it to Master Ren."

"Uncle Jiu, wait a moment."

Shrinking his head outside the door, Uncle Jiu said: "This concierge's seal is black, and there are black marks on the whites of the eyes, which is a sign of imminent disaster. But we are lucky, the zombies haven't come to Ren's house yet."

"That means Tingting is fine."

Wen Cai remembers whether to eat or not, and pops out a sentence.

Then there was another bag on his head.

Qiu Sheng snickered and said, "Wen Cai, the two bags on your head are quite neat."

"Just laugh!" Wen Cai touched it and snorted, feeling very depressed.

"Qiusheng, you don't understand."

Gu Zhou said inscrutably.

"What?"

Both of them are very strange, isn't it just two bags on the top of the head, one left and one right, what don't you understand?

"This is called horny head. Do you know what is horny head? It's extraordinary and different, with extraordinary talent, like horns growing on the head. This is an innate "celestial appearance". You can't think of ordinary people like this. Not this face."

Gu Zhou spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

Qiu Sheng was stunned, and then laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha...the horns are tall, and the talent is extraordinary! Hahahahaha!"

In Wencai's heart, it was as if ten thousand mud horses were galloping past, and he roared in his heart: "The horns of the head are like a hammer! The talent to step on horses is extraordinary! Isn't this the two bags knocked out by the master!"

Facing Wen Cai's resentful gaze, the corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched, raised and lowered, raised and lowered again, but how could a master laugh wildly like an apprentice, he could only turn his face away and cough heavily, showing an uncontrollable smile.

Five minutes later, the concierge opened the door: "Master, please."

Following the porter inside, Uncle Jiu shook his head repeatedly.

Gu Zhou asked him why.

Uncle Jiu raised his finger and said, "Look at the rockery, it's cracked, look at the sculpture, it's missing a piece, and look at the pavilion, the roof has collapsed, and look at the green plants, it's crooked."

In Uncle Jiu's view, this is a manifestation of a problem with the feng shui of the ancestral tomb. From the point of view of feng shui, this is called a slanted house, and bad luck.

After entering the western-style villa, Mr. Ren was sitting on the big sofa in his pajamas, with a tired expression on his face. When he saw Uncle Jiu coming in, he got up to greet him with a smile on his face: "Uncle Jiu is here, my Ren family is really flourishing, please sit."

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After sitting down, Master Ren asked, "Uncle Nine, you are in a hurry to find me at this time, is there something wrong with my father?"

"That's right, Mrs. Ren...he turned into a zombie and disappeared."

Master Ren got up abruptly, his expression changed greatly: "How could this be, Uncle Jiu, you didn't tell me that at the time! My father is gone, how can I bury him!"

Up to now, his first thought is to find a feng shui treasure for the old man to bury again, so as to bless his descendants and change the family fortune.

"It would have been fine if you had promised Huo Hua to be the old man, but now that you've turned into a zombie, you're bound to wreak havoc and suck human blood."

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice:

"But with you here, don't worry about not finding your father."

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"What do you mean?"

"The blood of future generations is of great benefit to zombies."

Master Ren was terrified and panicked: "You mean my father will definitely come to find me?"

"There is still Tingting." Qiusheng reminded.

Master Ren sat down slowly, frowned, and thought for a while: "Uncle Ninth, if you can catch my father and keep his body intact, you will be rewarded five thousand oceans!"

Obviously, he still has not given up the idea of ​​burying the old man to change the family fortune

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "It's not a matter of remuneration, I can't guarantee that your father's body will be intact."

"Ten thousand!"

Uncle Jiu said with a half-smile, "Master Ren, it's not a matter of money or not. If you want to kill zombies, you will definitely damage the zombie's body."

"I know what you think, and you want to change the bad luck of the Ren family, but now that Mrs. Ren is no longer buried in the Dragonfly Cave, the bad luck of your family is no longer there, but the luck for the ancestors and the descendants is not extended."

Master Ren struggled, and finally heaved a long sigh and chose the lives of himself and his daughter, stood up and bowed and said, "Please worry about Uncle Jiu, I don't know what we need to do, we will definitely cooperate."