I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right hand, inserted it into his clothes, and rubbed it in the armpit. Under Uncle Jiu's gaze, he actually pulled out a black clay ball.

Uncle Nine:  …

He stared at the mud ball in a daze for a long time, before holding back a word.

"Little Russell, did you fall into a mud pit??"

As he said that, he coughed quietly and moved quietly to the side.

That small look, although he didn't say a word, expressed his dislike to the fullest.

Russell chuckled, "Master, this is a panacea, a good thing!"

He didn't lie, this is the red iron relic Gu he refined from Renjia Town, and it is simply a treasure for Earth Masters.

Facing Russell's 'sweet words', Uncle Jiu looked disdainful, "Dogs won't believe what you say!"

Erhei, who was lying on the chair beside him, instantly pricked up his ears, and responded with a few barking sounds.

It's just that the voice is getting weirder and weirder, not as cute as when I was young.

"Master, you have to trust me, this is really a panacea."

"Take it away, take it away, even if I die, I won't eat it... Hey, hahahaha!"

Uncle Jiu was still refusing with righteous words, but he stretched out two claws from nowhere, and nimbly grabbed his armpits.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Russell made a fixed-point three-point shot and threw the mud ball directly into Uncle Jiu's throat.

That sudden thing made Uncle Jiu's face turn green.

"Little zombie, run!"

Russell directly picked up the couplets on the table, and Sa Yazi ran away, leaving behind a little zombie who looked confused, babbling and pointing at his back and screaming anxiously.

The little zombie wanted to run, but it was too late, and Uncle Nine directly lifted him by his collar and hung him in mid-air.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's unfriendly expression, the little zombie subconsciously imitated someone and covered his eyes, and gestured five middle fingers to Russell's figure very loyally.

"Hey, you're yelling at me..."

Not only was he reprimanding Russell for his lack of loyalty, but the paper figurine on his head was constantly showing images.

A little paper man was crying there, as if expressing his grievances and the pity of being coerced.

It seems that in this way, Uncle Jiu can be exchanged for mercy, and he will be spared this time.

This seemed to be useful, the little zombie was slowly put down, he quietly put down the hand covering his eyes, and observed the movements around him.

Uncle Jiu was standing behind him impressively, his face was extremely strange, his eyes were wide open, his legs were unsteady, and he sat down on the ground.

This startled the little zombie. He stretched out his hands and pinched Uncle Jiu's neck, shaking there desperately.

"Liu Yu, you are still swearing at me!"

(Master, don't die!)

Uncle Nine:  …

The cute and stupid look of the little zombie almost made Uncle Jiu laugh angrily.

If something happens to me, will it be useful for you to pinch my neck and shake me?

Which bastard did you learn this from?

Uncle Jiu wanted to open his mouth to speak, but something rolled in his throat, so he could only calm down and mobilize his body's mana.

At this time, there was another sound of hurried footsteps in the yard. It turned out that it was Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

"Ah, master, what's the matter?"

"Could it be that you haven't seen us for too long and miss you so much?"

"What's that little zombie doing, huh? Welcome ceremony?"

"The two of us did it too, it was fun."

Uncle Nine:  …

You two bastards don't come here! !

Chapter 285

On the other side, Russell ran fast, looking back from time to time, for fear that someone would chase him.

But fortunately, the medicinal effect of the red iron relic bone is quite strong, it melts in the mouth and takes effect immediately.

Run and run.

He quickly came to the opposite door with the couplets. There was an uncle surnamed Zhou, who seemed to be somewhat educated, and he especially liked Uncle Jiu's calligraphy.

It's been a while since we moved here, and we've met each other a few times, and Russell still has a pretty good impression of him.

But this time, he didn't even enter the gate.

I saw a man standing at the door with a very sad look on his face. Russell knew this man, and he was the nephew of Mr. Zhou.

"Little guy, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find Mr. Zhou."

The man looked sad again, looked at the couplet in Russell's hand, and slowly lowered his head, "You are late, the old man has already left."

"what?"

Russell couldn't help but opened his mouth wide. He saw that he still had a long lifespan, so how could he just leave?

"Little guy, give way."

Just when he was still about to ask, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him, an arm was put on his body, and it was retracted like an electric shock.

There was even a strange sound of squeak, squeak, as if a frying pan was submerged in water.

Luo Su turned his head sharply, only to see a middle-aged man behind him, with a gloomy complexion, a strange smell on his body, and particularly strange eyes.

He just glanced at it lightly, but the middle-aged man was so frightened that he couldn't move, and his body stiffened, like a domestic animal seeing a fierce tiger.

After a while, Russell slowly looked away. The middle-aged man was like a monkey escaping from the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, gasping for breath desperately, thankful.

This strange performance stunned Mr. Zhou's nephew who was standing aside, with a dazed look on his face.

Although he couldn't read it, he always felt that Russell was very powerful.

Why do you feel this way?

Delusion?

Seemingly aware of the movement outside, another woman came out of the house. When she saw Russell outside the door, her eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Xiao Daoist, it turned out to be you!"

"Daoist?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, looked at his palm, and suddenly realized.

He looked at Russell's young age again, but his face could not help but envy.

The nephew surnamed Zhou was also a little surprised. He looked back at the woman and asked in a low voice, "Is this little baby also a Daoist?"

It's really incredible.

So this is an era when the age of marriage is very young, and teenagers can be the masters of the family.

But at such a young age, he can be called the Taoist leader, which really surprised him.

The woman nodded, and stepped forward to take the couplet from Russell, as if thinking of the death of Mr. Zhou, her voice was a little sad.

"A Bo has always wanted Uncle Jiu's couplet, now that he is gone, I can just take it with me, so it's a wish."

As soon as I mentioned the sad place, tears almost flowed down.

It seems that it is indecent to cry in front of people. After all, tomorrow is the Chinese New Year. On this festive day, it is not good to cry.

Mr. Zhou's departure was also very low-key, he entered the coffin safely, and he did not want to disturb the festival celebrations of his fellow villagers and neighbors.

Just like what he said before, people come here crying, and when they leave, they should go quietly and don't disturb others.

"When did the old man leave?"

Russell really couldn't figure out how a person who had not yet reached the end of his lifespan died.

It is absolutely impossible for the demon to claim his life!

This week, the old man lives opposite Yizhuang. Although there is a street across, it is not a place where ghosts or demons harm people.

Are you looking down on Uncle Jiu, or Russell?

Faced with Russell's question, the nephew surnamed Zhou suddenly felt tense for some reason, and unconsciously became respectful.

"Master Xiaodao, Uncle left last night. I live in the country, so I have to hurry, and I have just arrived."

This is also a letter from a neighbor entrusted by someone. I hurried along the way, but fortunately I lived nearby, so I arrived this afternoon.

The nephew surnamed Zhou babbled some more, among which he talked about the identity of the middle-aged man behind Russell.

Walking around.

A very remote, very old, very rare profession.

Rumor has it that people have their own destiny when they die, but not everyone knows this.

Some were in good health, but suddenly fell ill and died directly.

Some were cowardly and suffering from long-term illnesses, but they still lived for a long time.

Some people don't feel anything when they are alive, but feel sad and regretful when they die.

Yin walker is such a profession, the soul leaves the body, summons the soul of the dead into the body, and allows the dead to meet with their relatives for the last time.

The upper body of a dead soul will inevitably have an impact on the body, ranging from being in a trance for two days to seriously ill.

However, such things usually have high rewards, and people who can't afford to eat naturally don't care about the consequences.

It was only at this time that Russell suddenly realized, no wonder he always felt that this man was weird.

His whole body was full of Yin Qi, and there was also a strange smell mixed in. When he touched him, it was like getting an electric shock.