Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Uncle Jiu's palm completely dispelled the distrust of those people.

Looking at Uncle Jiu is like looking at some martial arts master.

But when people hid, the coffin fell silent.

"what happened?"

"Didn't there be any movement just now?!"

"Could it be that the white-browed uncle slapped the contents to death with a slap across the air???"

"Isn't it? Is this person so powerful?"

"Shhh, stop talking, wait and see!"

Uncle Jiu ignored the whispers around him.

"Boy..."

"Boy?"

Uncle Jiu turned around to look for the young man, only to find that the young man had gone somewhere.

"Master, shall I go find it?"

After Han Feng finished speaking, he turned around to look for someone.

In the end, Uncle Jiu stopped him, "Forget it, I must have been scared and hid, it seems that I didn't pay attention, and I couldn't find the result if I found it. Let's do it ourselves."

Han Feng nodded.

The master and apprentice walked to the coffin.

Uncle Jiu nodded at Han Feng and Qiusheng.

The two stood on the side of the coffin, clasped the edge of the coffin, and slowly opened it.

The sound of creaking coffin boards sounded, and the corpse inside was completely exposed to the sun.

Qiu Sheng frowned, "Master, this thing really gained weight!"

I saw the corpse inside, lying quietly, the body was fat, the nails had become slender, and the fangs had come out of the mouth.

Wen Cai patted his stomach and tucked the clothes back into the waistband of his trousers.

"Master, this thing grabbed me with its claws just now, why is it pretending to sleep here again?"

Uncle Jiu pursed his lips and remained speechless, "Nonsense! Just now you lay on the coffin and blocked the leak, the sunlight was sealed outside, and the yin energy inside quickly gathered, so the things inside would come back to life and catch you."

"After being lifted up, the upper hole was exposed to the sun again, and the sun shone in, so naturally there was no movement!"

Wencai suddenly realized.

"It turns out to be like this! Master, why don't we just expose him to the sun like this? Let him be dried for a few more days, and see how he will come out to do evil!"

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he kicked Wencai's ass.

"If you deal with it like this, the world will be in chaos!"

If we all deal with it like this, how many evil spirits will there be in the world!
For these zombies, the best way to do it is to do what you can, save as much as possible, and burn the ones that can't be saved.

prevent them from doing evil in the world.

Exposure to the sun like this can only increase resentment without a bottom line.

Han Feng stared at the things in the coffin carefully, and was overjoyed, good guy, this thing is at least a flying corpse level that gathers yin!

Unexpectedly, there are such 'babies' in this place!
Han Feng thought to himself, how much evil energy can a flying corpse add to the system?
Uncle Jiu interrupted Han Feng's thoughts, "Afeng, fortunately there is a hole in the coffin."

Han Feng: "That's right, otherwise this place might have been massacred!"

Uncle Jiu sighed, "I'm afraid the matter is far more than that!"

Han Feng's heart tightened. Could there be other things here besides this flying corpse?
Sure enough, the seasoned Uncle Jiu had vicious eyes.

"Qiu Sheng, you guys cover the coffin first, and seal him with the Soul Requiem Talisman first!"

"Okay, Master."

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Jiu waved his arms, "Everyone come out!"

"Where is that young man just now, come and see me, I have something to ask you!"

Behind a corner, a young man walked out timidly.

At the same time, all the villagers followed suit.

Everyone surrounded Uncle Jiu.

"Young man, let me tell you, your grandfather has turned into a zombie, and he is still a flying corpse with a very high level. He must be cremated as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise, if the Yin Qi gathers tonight, your grandpa will wake up and harm people!"

"Zombies usually choose their own relatives to kill, and then the villagers of the village, and then start to do evil to the surroundings. I will tell you the stakes in this. If you give us a word, we can do it!"

Uncle Jiu told the young man solemnly.

The young man immediately objected, "Master, I checked with someone before. My grandpa cannot be cremated. His cremation is not good for our descendants!"

"That's why I tried my best to find you. I just want you to help me and find a way!"

Uncle Jiu was speechless for a while.

"You are going to die, what else is against you?"

"Do you say life is more important or something else?"

Uncle Jiu has seen this kind of person a lot.

They are the kind of masters who don't cry until they see the coffin.

I kept embarrassing others in the front, and when it was too late, I wished I could pile firewood by myself.

Seeing what Uncle Jiu said, the surrounding villagers immediately quit.

Hearing this thing will hurt people.

And after killing my own family, I would go to kill the whole village, so I stopped doing it immediately.

Young people were immediately accused.

"Tiger baby, this is not a joke! This concerns the lives of the whole village, you can't do anything foolish!"

"That's right! Your family doesn't want to live, and you can't implicate the whole village!"

"Master, don't hesitate, set it on fire!"

These villagers are nothing to do with themselves.

It wasn't the ancestors of their family who were going to be burned now, and of course they didn't care.

But whether to burn it or not depends on the person involved!
After all, this is the ancestor of the family.

But the young man kept his face sullen, rubbed his hands anxiously, and then lay down on the side of the coffin and began to cry bitterly.

"Grandfather! Can't you bless us? Why are you still acting like a demon after death!"

When the man was crying, Uncle Jiu sighed and walked out of the yard.

Han Feng and Qiu Sheng Wencai also followed closely.

In the yard, the villagers were still pointing and cursing at the young man.

"Master, something is wrong with this place!"

Han Feng frowned. Walking in the streets, he found a cloud of black air gathering at the door of every house.

Moreover, the black air at some doorways is very heavy, while others are very light.

Looking at Uncle Jiu, the two understand each other.

"Master, what's going on?"

Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment, and immediately went to knock on doors from door to door.

"Hi, may I ask if there are dead people buried in your backyard?"

"Yes!"

"Hello, may I ask the deceased in your backyard, how long has it been since he died?"

"Ten years!"

"What about your family?"

"It's just been two years!"

"Daoist, is there something wrong?"

Uncle Jiu muttered: That's right!
It is customary in this place to bury the dead in their own backyard.

And the longer the deceased died, the heavier the evil spirit in the yard.

Han Feng and Qiu Shengwen looked at each other, and the eyes of the three of them widened instantly.

"Fuck! Isn't it?!"

Qiu Sheng: "That is to say, there is a zombie buried in the backyard of every household in this place??"

Wen Cai swallowed nervously, "If that's the case, aren't we in a zombie den now?!"

In order to confirm my guess.

Uncle Jiu walked around the backyards of every household.

In front of each grave, three sticks of incense are inserted.

Sure enough, the three sticks of incense will all be burned into a state of two short and one long.

The situation is urgent.

Uncle Jiu quickly came to the center of the village.

Call all the villagers and start shouting.

"Listen up everyone, you have problems in your backyard!"

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, the surroundings immediately started chattering.

"Why is there a problem with the backyard being so good?"

"What's the problem!"

"I don't think it's this Taoist priest. Seeing that our place has a good harvest and every household has money, he wants to cheat us of money?!"

"You also saw it just now, he has some tricks!"

"Probably not, this master doesn't look like that kind of person to me!"

Uncle Jiu has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and this kind of doubt is heard the most.

His expression remained unchanged, and he said seriously, "Listen up! I'm not scaremongering!"