Zombie: Disciple of Uncle Nine, Kill Shi Jian at the Beginning

"It's been so long, Junior Brother, are your two apprentices doing well?" Shi Jian held the whisk in his hand, looked in the direction of the entrance with a sullen expression, and asked in a deep voice.

Just as Uncle Jiu was about to speak, Lin Shiqi stood up suddenly and turned sideways: "Master, here we come..."

As soon as the words fell, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai appeared in sight. As for Xiao Li?She had known for a long time that there were a large number of monks here, and they left the team early, and now they are lying in the dense forest [-] meters away, preparing to watch a play, um...but her eyes are always on Lin Shiqi.

Qiusheng and Wencai ran to the entrance of the Xiantian Bagua Formation and pushed the tofu cart in. The two quickly separated and escaped. There were too many ghosts and it was too scary. The two of them couldn't bear it...

But these ghosts were all focused on those stinky tofu, so they didn't pay attention to Qiu Shengwencai at all, and just got into the big formation all at once.

When the last ghost entered the formation, Uncle Jiu stomped his feet and shouted, "Let's go!"

hum...

With all the comrades working together, the entire formation was filled with golden light in an instant, even though the ghosts had already reacted, they were completely trapped in it, and they couldn't even get out.

Confirming that no ghosts would escape, Uncle Jiu and the others sacrificed their magical weapons one after another, and put them away against the ghosts.

Lin Shiqi held a compass in his hand, and pinched his hands. In an instant, the compass glowed with golden light, turning into a golden vortex with a diameter of more than three meters. Wherever the vortex passed, all the ghosts were forcibly dragged into the compass.

But after collecting dozens of ghosts, Lin Shiqi suddenly discovered that Shi Jian was still the same as in the original plot. Not only did he not intend to collect ghosts, but he used the Lightning Ben Thunder Fist on those ghosts instead.

His face darkened, Lin Shiqi put away the compass in his hand in an instant, and then jumped in front of Shi Jian a few times. When Shi Jian was about to launch the Lightning Benlei Fist against the two ghosts, the same Lightning Benlei Fist struck past.

boom……

The strong hedging made all the ghosts within ten meters around fly upside down, Lin Shiqi looked directly at Shi Jian, and said in a deep voice: "Master, they are all innocent ghosts recognized by the underworld, and they will be reincarnated in the future. It is very difficult for me, nephew and nephew, to act like you directly make them go out of their wits!!!"

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Chapter 12 The Aggrieved Ghost errand, Lin Shiqi with a Headache

Chapter 12 The Aggrieved Ghost errand, Lin Shiqi with a Headache

Shi Jian looked at Lin Shiqi in shock. In the fight just now, although he didn't show his full strength, he still had half of it. Moreover, he could see that Lin Shiqi also didn't do his best. However, he lost up?

Before Lin Shiqi said that his cultivation base was no weaker than Shi Jian's, Shi Jian still had some doubts, but now, he has fully realized in his heart that this is no weaker than him, and even stronger.

"Damn Lin Fengjiao, why is such a good apprentice yours?" Shi Jian's face was gloomy, and the jealousy in his heart was about to break through the sky: "Since I can't get it, then everyone will break up!"

No matter what was going on in his heart, at this moment he still forcibly suppressed the irritability in his heart, showed a forced smile, and nodded towards Lin Shiqi: "What the nephew said is that the uncle has passed!"

"Thank you, Master, for your understanding. If Master really doesn't have the magic weapon to capture ghosts, then please stand by and help us, how about that?" Lin Shiqi clasped his fists at Shi Jian with a half-smile.

Creaking... Shi Jian's fist was about to explode, he gritted his molars and nodded: "That's fine, I'll leave everything to my nephew!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Lin Fengjiao, Lin Shiqi, I want you to die!!!" Seeing Lin Shiqi's back, Shi Jian's face became more and more gloomy, and his whole body couldn't help exuding There is a lot of evil.

A quarter of an hour later, all the ghosts were put away. Because of Shi Jian, these fellow Maoshan disciples had no intention of continuing to stay, not to mention that they had a lot of things to deal with in their own ashram, so they handed over all the ghosts. After giving it to Uncle Jiu, they hurriedly said their goodbyes.

Uncle Jiu didn't intend to keep him, after all, today was a very unpleasant day, and staying here would only make it difficult for all the seniors, so it's better to go back to each other's homes.

By the time the last person was sent away, it was already the end of the third quarter of Xu time.

Yizhuang.

In the main hall, Uncle Jiu was holding the ghost-chasing bag. He relaxed and said with a light smile, "Fortunately, in half an hour, the gate of ghosts will be closed. If..."

hum...

Before the words were finished, a square black pit appeared again on the ground in the main hall. The next moment, four ghost messengers reappeared. He started chattering.

Uncle Jiu was slightly dazed. He didn't know what Lin Shiqi said to the ghost messengers last night, so now that he heard what the ghost messengers said, his brows gradually frowned, with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

But just when he was about to eat some Niwan and communicate with the ghost messenger, Lin Shiqi suddenly stood up, took the ghost bag from Uncle Jiu, and said with a sneer: "This time the matter itself is yours. My own responsibility, and there are already all the ghosts here, but the ghost king who is mixed in is not here, you have time to blackmail my master here, why don't you think about how to deal with Cui Pan next!"

"Hmph!" The black-clothed ghost guard snorted coldly, his face became rather ugly, and he said in a deep voice, "That's our business, so I don't bother you, but this time your apprentice provoked the ghost guard privately and let the group go. Ghost, we will definitely report this matter, and we will see how you deal with it then!"

"Okay, feel free..." Lin Shiqi was noncommittal: "But I want to warn you, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise, at worst, let's go to the Senluo Palace and see who is the unlucky one in the end!"

"you……"

The ghost guard in black was choked to death by this sentence, he gritted his teeth and stared at Lin Shiqi, then turned his gaze to Uncle Jiu: "Lin Fengjiao, this is your apprentice, don't you plan to say something about this matter?" what?"

Uncle Jiu also realized now, and shook his head noncommittally: "I have nothing to say, what Xiao Shiqi said is what I mean, everyone, the ghost has been handed over to you, go slowly, don't give it away!"

"Lin Fengjiao, do you want to face the underworld's accountability?"

"Hmph!" Lin Shiqi snorted angrily, "I advise you guys not to toast or eat fine wine, and finally, a friendly reminder to you, there are only two quarters of an hour left before the gate of hell is closed..."

"Lin Shiqi!!! This matter is not over!!!" The black-clothed ghost guard roared angrily, turned around and grabbed the ghost bag, beckoned the three companions and disappeared into the main hall.

It wasn't until the ghost messenger's aura completely disappeared that Uncle Jiu frowned and said, "Seventeen, is it really okay for us to treat the four of them like this?"

Lin Shiqi shrugged and looked at Uncle Jiu dumbfoundingly: "Master, what's the problem? If it's black and white, then we can't do too much, but the mere four little ghosts dare to blackmail your dignified printed money What are they on the director of the department?!"

After a pause, Lin Shiqi continued: "What's more, they didn't think well of the team themselves, and let a ghost king get mixed into the team. That's a ghost king, not to mention Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, even if it's the two of us, if we want to deal with it It's not easy, and there is even a possibility of losing, even if this matter gets to the Sen Luo Temple, we are right, so, Master, rest assured, get a good sleep, tomorrow will be a brand new day..."

hum~

At this moment, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and then Xiaoli's figure descended from the sky, looking at Lin Shiqi with resentment on her face: "What, they are easy to deal with, as long as you open your mouth, they will obediently agree You, how can it be as scary as you said?"

Ninth Uncle: "???"

Lin Shiqi looked at Xiaoli with black lines all over his head, and gritted his teeth: "The gates of hell are closed, are you sure you will be fine if you don't go back? You are the king of ghosts, and a ghost king ran into the underworld on the Ghost Festival. What do you think the underworld will do?" ? Are you not afraid of losing your mind?"

Xiaoli blinked: "Are you caring about me?"

"???" Lin Shiqi was dumbfounded.

Then he threw out those messy thoughts in his head: "Who cares about you? Can you stop being so sentimental? Let me tell you, you are a ghost, and I am a human. Humans and ghosts have different paths. There is no way for the two of us." , I am not your husband-in-law, now, you go back to the underworld immediately, and you will be separated from the two!"

Xiaoli rested her chin on her hands, and looked at Lin Shiqi with a heart in her eyes: "So domineering, so handsome, I like it so much... oh..."

Lin Shiqi felt his head was about to explode, and turned to look at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu, who was eating delicious melons, suddenly saw Lin Shiqi's gaze, and coughed twice: "Well... I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to do, you two, feel free, feel free...".

Chapter 13 Letter from Aunt Cane? !

Looking at Uncle Jiu's cheerful back, Lin Shiqi's head was covered with black lines, and he felt a flock of crows flying past his head.

Depend on!

Such an unreliable master, is there another one in the world?

After making complaints about Uncle Jiu's 'irresponsibility', Lin Shiqi refocused on Xiaoli, frowned and said: "I still say that, you are a ghost, I am a human, since ancient times Humans and ghosts have different paths, so you should hurry back to the underworld, because of you there is some trouble in the provincial underworld."

"You really care about me, hehe..."

Xiaoli's eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, and she was very happy: "Okay, I know you can't accept it now, but I can wait for you, and come to see you when I have time. Good night, my husband..."

Before the words fell, the person had disappeared in place, leaving behind Lin Shiqi who was full of confusion. Is it because I didn't make it clear?Or... well, it's definitely not that I didn't make it clear, it's just that the brain nerves of this love brain are not normal.

Thinking of being targeted by a female ghost, Lin Shiqi felt a headache to death...

But soon he threw out these messy thoughts. He was just a ghost king. In half a year at the latest, he would almost be able to enter the realm of cultivating gods and rebelling against emptiness. At that time, he would forcibly send Xiaoli to the underworld.

Returning to the room, he glanced at his own merits. After the lottery draw, there were still 620 and 370 points left. He caught a large number of ghosts this evening, and now his merits have increased to [-], [-] points, which is enough for him to draw another prize.

But he ignored it. Compared with drawing again and again, he prefers to draw repeatedly. After all, the probability of drawing good things in a row is much higher than that of a single one. This is the experience he has summed up over the past ten years.

……

The next day, early morning.

As soon as the sky was getting dark, Qiu Sheng's voice came from inside the Yizhuang: "Wow, Master, something serious happened, my sister-in-law ..."

boom!

Uncle Jiu rushed out of the room in a panic, staring at Qiu Sheng with a solemn expression: "What happened to your aunt?"

Panting heavily, Qiu Sheng handed a letter to Uncle Jiu: "Hey, I don't know exactly what happened to the letter from Master Aunt to Master, but I heard from the person who delivered the letter just now. "

Uncle Nine's unattractive face became even uglier. He gritted his teeth and clutched the letter, staring at Qiusheng. Then, with Qiusheng's dumbfounded expression, he picked up the broom behind him and hit him:

"I asked you little bastard to tease me early in the morning. Is it true that the teacher is too kind to you on weekdays? You bastard, stop for me!"

"Master... Master stop, I'm not lying, it's really what the messenger said just now, I was taken aback, otherwise how would I dare Master... Master stop, you have to believe me... ..."

"I believe you big-headed ghost, stop for me!!!"

crunch...

Lin Shiqi opened the door from the room, took the toiletries and walked towards the sink. When passing by Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng, he just glanced at them and ignored them. will be numb.

Qiu Sheng ran to Lin Shiqi's side in a panic and grabbed his arm tightly: "Senior brother, I really didn't lie, believe me... the messenger just now, did he really tell me that something happened to my aunt?" ..."

Lin Shiqi pouted: "I don't know if you said you weren't lying, but now Master obviously doesn't believe it, so it's useless for you to tell me..."

"Senior brother, you can't do this, you can't just ignore death, senior brother... ah... master..."

A few minutes later, Lin Shiqi finished washing, put away his things, looked at Qiu Sheng, who had been beaten bruised and swollen, and shook his head dumbfoundingly: "Master, why don't you read the letter that your aunt gave you first? If something goes wrong, there will definitely be something in the letter.”

Uncle Jiu's raised hand froze in mid-air, and he nodded in thought for a moment: "That's true."

After finishing speaking, he glared at Qiusheng again, took the letter and walked into the main hall, leaving Qiusheng with a confused face behind, and then he looked at Lin Shiqi with an extremely sad expression: "Brother, how could you be like this?" ?”

Lin Shiqi shrugged: "I'm just wondering, what does this have to do with me, won't you tell Master yourself? I saved you just now, and this is how you treat me? Hehe, it seems that I usually It's still too good for you..."

Wen Cai who just left the house: "???"

who I am?where am iWhy did my brother say that inexplicably when I woke up?

The corner of Qiu Sheng's mouth twitched, well, it seems that it is indeed his fault, huh?

Then he thought of Lin Shiqi's method, quickly changed his expression, and ran to Lin Shiqi full of flattery: "Eldest brother, I was wrong, hehe, thank you for saving my life, from now on, everyone Brother has orders, go up the mountain of knives, go down into the sea of ​​fire, it is my duty..."

Lin Shiqi shook his head, ignored this trinket, turned around and walked into the main hall.

In the main hall, Uncle Jiu sat there with a solemn expression, with letter paper beside him.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's expression, Lin Shiqi thumped in his heart, walked over quickly, frowned and said, "Master, is something wrong with Master Aunt?"

Uncle Jiu laughed angrily: "You can see for yourself what the hell happened."

Lin Shiqi: "..."

However, he still picked up the letter on the table, and when he finished reading it, the expression on his face was even more exciting than Uncle Jiu's just now.

Hmm... Actually the content of the letter is very simple, that is, during the Ghost Festival two days ago, his senior aunt, Ninth Uncle's junior sister, Aunt Zhi, was accidentally injured by a ghost when she was outwitting a ghost, and her life was not long. I can hardly get out of bed now.

If it was someone else, Uncle Jiu might have rushed out long ago, but if this kind of thing happened to Aunt Cane, it would be a headache...

After all, the whole of Maoshan knows that Aunt Cane has a deep-rooted love for Uncle Jiu, but the key is Aunt Cane...how should I put it... Anyway, Uncle Jiu doesn't like it, so Aunt Cane has come up with ideas almost every once in a while these years. Some outlandish ideas, over time, apart from headaches, Uncle Jiu is left with nothing but helplessness.