My Master is Lin Zhengying

So I didn't speak.

Nan Chen and the others didn't know what Uncle Jiu was thinking.

See Uncle Jiu frowned and remained silent.

Nan Chen waited and didn't ask any more questions.

In his cognition, this is a movie world.

God knows what the screenwriter was thinking, and the antecedents were not written.

Or, that Mr. Feng Shui.

For the descendants of the Ren family, a multiple-choice question was asked twenty years later.

Let Ren's family members move the grave in twenty years.

At this time, Mrs. Ren will inevitably become stiff.

If the Ren family chooses to burn it, it will be over.

Do not burn?

Just waiting to be retaliated by the zombies turned into by Old Master Ren.

Using this to vent, Mr. Feng Shui's hatred for the tomb being taken...

Nan Chen synthesized the plot and speculated.

But I didn't care too much.

Anyway, tonight, he chopped up Mrs. Ren.

As long as the old man Ren is not allowed to emerge from the coffin as a zombie.

Don't involve yourself in the rest of the plot, let yourself fall into the dangerous vortex.

He's basically not interested in the rest...

At this moment, Wen Cai stood beside him.

Then he casually opened the mouth and said:

"I say.

That is the old man Ren, who is dying and keeps getting angry.

commit crimes.

That's why I say, to be a man is to live up to expectations. "

Qiu Sheng also nodded in agreement, and added:

"That's right.

When a person dies, the most important thing is to die.

If you keep getting angry, you will harm others and yourself. "

Uncle Jiu was worried.

But when he heard this, he also pretended to be serious.

To Qiusheng said:

"Let you play as soon as you play, don't be full of resentment.

Let me know when it's finished, don't miss it..."

Qiu Sheng let out an "oh", and continued to play ink with Nan Chen.

Uncle Jiu turned around and left the morgue, and walked outside.

After the two played the upper part of the coffin.

Wencai next to him said:

"Okay, it's over."

"Look where it hasn't been played yet!"

Qiusheng glanced left and right.

Ke Wencai, a fool, lit up a little bit of ink.

It directly sprinkled on Qiu Sheng's face:

"Here..."

After finishing speaking, he made a "hahaha" sound and ran out.

Qiusheng was slightly angry:

"Stinky boy, looking for death..."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about playing ink, and chased him out on the spot.

Nan Chen really didn't expect that even if he snatched the ink fountain from Wen Cai's hand.