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　　The ninth uncle slapped the talisman into Ren Weiyong's body, and the thousand-mile tracking talisman immediately disappeared into Ren Weiyong's body and disappeared.

　　"Okay, with this thousand-mile tracking talisman, even if Ren Weiyong runs to the ends of the earth, we can catch up with him! And unless that feng shui master is two levels higher than me, it is impossible to find this tracking talisman!"

　　"stable!"

　　Chang Wei glanced at Jiu Shu in admiration, and then let go of his hand.

　　Roar! ! !

　　Ren Weiyong was no longer suppressed, and he immediately attacked Chang Wei in a rage!

　　"Go away!"

　　Chang Wei threw a punch, and immediately knocked Ren Weiyong upside down, smashing directly out of the yamen.

　　Ren Weiyong glanced at Chang Wei angrily, then turned around and jumped towards the mountain forest.

　　Seeing this, Uncle Ninth clapped his hands in satisfaction and said, "Captain Chang Wei, then I'll go back to Yizhuang to make preparations. If you have anything, you can come to Yizhuang to find me at any time."

　　"Yizhuang? I almost forgot, my cousin is still in Yizhuang!"

　　Chang Wei remembered something, and immediately patted his head and said, "Let's go, I just happened to be going to Yizhuang to see what's going on with my uncle."

　　"Master Ren Fa Ren? He was bitten?"

　　Uncle Jiu was stunned.

　　"Well, it's a long story, let's talk as we walk."

　　Chang Wei nodded, then took Ren Tingting, who was still in shock, and quickly rushed towards Yizhuang with his ninth uncle and his apprentice.

　　.......

Chapter 10

　　The [-]-strong mountain, the outer area, is called Jiuyin Mountain.

　　At this moment, inside a natural cave in Jiuyin Mountain.

　　The inside of the cave is very damp, there is no light, and the sound of dripping water can be heard from time to time.

　　An old Taoist priest in a soap robe was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed.

　　His face was thin, his hair was like withered grass, his eyebrows and beard were all drooping down to his chest. It seemed that he had not left Jiuyin Mountain for many years.

　　"It stands to reason that today is the day Ren Weiyong was born, and Renjiazhen should be a waste of life. Why is there no blood yet?"

　　The old Taoist priest in the soap robe slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of doubt.

　　The five fingers of his right hand began to calculate quickly.

　　After a while, the soap-robed old Taoist frowned, and his face became even more puzzled.

　　"Strange! It's really strange! Didn't Ren Weiyong even draw blood? How could this be?"

　　After thinking for a while, the old Taoist priest in the soap robe folded his hands together, made a sudden gesture, and shouted in a low voice:

　　"Return!"

　　It didn't take long for the sound of Xixi Susuo came from outside the cave, and a black figure quickly jumped into the cave.

　　This black shadow is none other than Ren Weiyong who escaped from the yamen before!

　　The old Taoist priest in the soap robe looked at Ren Weiyong and frowned.

　　What a serious injury!

　　This injury, there is no trace of Taoism, is all injured by violence!

　　"Master of martial arts?"

　　The old Taoist priest in the soap robe changed slightly.

　　In this apocalyptic era when demons are rampant, there are crooked demons like him, who are good at ghosts and mythical creatures, there are masters of Taoism like Jiu Shu, there are masters of Buddhism, and there are masters of martial arts!

　　Among them, martial arts masters are the most difficult to find!

　　Ordinary martial arts practitioners are determined not to be the opponents of those demons and monsters. Only when the real martial arts is enlightened and the qi and blood are strong to a certain extent, can they not be afraid of ghosts and spirits and overcome demons!

　　When did this small Renjia Town have such a strong martial artist?

　　In an instant, the face of the soap-robed old Taoist became gloomy and uncertain.

　　After a while, he snorted coldly: "What about the martial arts master? Ren Weiyong, this zombie, this old man has been practicing for [-] years, and no one can stop my plan!"

　　"Hmph, and if this martial arts master is really strong, Ren Weiyong can't escape. It is estimated that this martial arts master is only one line stronger than Ren Weiyong, there is nothing to fear."

　　"Into the coffin!"

　　boom!

　　In the dark behind the soap-robed old Taoist priest, an erected sarcophagus smashed down!

　　The coffin door opened wide, and Ren Weiyong jumped in!

　　The old Taoist priest in the soap robe stood up, took out a black gourd from his cuff, unscrewed the mouth of the gourd, and fell towards the sarcophagus.

　　A thick black mucus poured out from the mouth of the gourd and entered the sarcophagus, gradually drowning Ren Weiyong.

　　In an instant, Ren Weiyong's injuries quickly recovered, and his breath began to become stronger!

　　"Ren Weiyong, Ren Weiyong, this corpse-raising liquid is made by the old man using forty-nine kinds of femininity. Don't let the old man down, break through the jump!"

　　In the gloomy and dark cave lair, the hoarse voice of the old Taoist priest in soap robes kept echoing.

　　......

　　......

　　In Yizhuang, it is quite lively.

　　Ninth Uncle's master and apprentice, Chang Wei, Ren Tingting and Renfa, all gathered here.

　　Just after taking the glutinous rice bath, Ren Fa, whose arms were covered with glutinous rice, looked much better, not as blue as before.

　　Although it is still a little pale, as the corpse poison dissipates, it will get better sooner or later, and it is not a big problem.

　　"Hmph, that old zombie is really hateful. If Awei hadn't arrived in time and blasted the old zombie away, I'm afraid I would have died at the hands of the old zombie!"

　　After recovering, Ren Fa couldn't hide his anger, patted the armrest of the chair and said angrily:

　　"I can't deal with that zombie, but if you let me know who the descendant of the zombie is, I must teach him a good lesson, and only slap him a few times to relieve his anger!"

　　After speaking, Ren Fa took a deep breath, looked at Ninth Uncle and asked, "By the way, Ninth Uncle, nothing happened to my father, right?"

　　The people who were talking suddenly stopped talking.

　　Ren Fa looked at Ninth Uncle with a strange expression and didn't answer, so he couldn't help but wonder, "Ninth Uncle, what's wrong? Are you talking?"

　　"Cough cough..." Uncle Ninth said a little embarrassedly: "Master Ren, that old zombie is Ling Zun."

　　"Ling Zun? Hmph, what's wrong with that old zombie being my father? When I see him, the descendants have to slap a few times...my father?! Wait! You say that zombie is my father?!!"

　　Ren Fa instantly widened his eyes.

　　What the hell?

　　Is that ugly old zombie my dad?

　　Is my dad going to kill me today?

　　The atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet.

　　Rolling his throat, Ren Fa asked tentatively, "Ninth Uncle, did you read it right? Is that really my father?"

　　Ninth Uncle touched his nose and said, "Master Ren, I can't read it wrong. Today's old zombie is the old man."

　　After a pause, the ninth uncle sighed: "I told you when I was in the tomb mountain that Lingzun must be cremated because he saw that Lingzun had turned into a corpse."

　　Hearing this, Ren Fa's expression also became a little embarrassed, he explained a few words falteringly, and finally he simply sighed and said nothing more.

　　He turned his head to look at Chang Wei, hesitated for a moment, blinked and said, "That... nephew, if you see my father next time, can you take it lightly? My father was beaten too much by you. damn."

　　Originally, when he saw Ren Weiyong being beaten up by Chang Wei, he felt quite relieved.

　　After knowing that it was my father, I suddenly felt a burst of liver pain.

　　"Okay, cousin."

　　Chang Wei grinned.

　　......

　　......

　　[Brother Meng, kneel and beg for flowers to reward evaluation tickets! ].

Chapter 11

　　Afterwards, everyone chatted for a while and then fell asleep.

　　Ren Fa did not return to the Ren Mansion. He was afraid that his father would come to find him again, so he and Ren Tingting temporarily lived in Yizhuang.

　　Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng returned to the morgue and were responsible for guarding the 'guests'.

　　For a while, in the entire hall, only Jiu Shu and Chang Wei were left.

　　Chang Wei took out a bullet from his pocket and played with it, pondering: "Ninth Uncle, regarding the killing of Ren Weiyong and Mr. Feng Shui, I have one more thing that I need your help with."

　　"Oh?"

　　Ninth Uncle raised his brows, and immediately said sternly: "Chang Wei, it doesn't matter if you say it, as long as I can help, I will do my best."

　　Hearing this, Chang Wei smiled slightly, placed the bullet on the table, and said, "I need a lot of black dog blood and cinnabar ink."

　　"Black dog blood and cinnabar ink?"

　　Ninth Uncle is a little puzzled. These are all things that are needed in the practice. Chang Wei is a martial artist. What do you need these for?

　　Suddenly, Ninth Uncle was startled when he saw the bullets standing on the table, and then his eyes lit up: "I understand! Chang Wei, are you going to use these bullets to infiltrate them? Let them have the power to destroy evil?"