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

After hastily glanced at the coir raincoat he bought in the system warehouse, Han Feng came back to his senses.

In front of him, Uncle Jiu was casting a spell, and his finger was about to shoot between his eyebrows.

Han Feng jumped up.

Wen Cai was taken aback, watching Han Feng jump up instantly from his idiot appearance.

Uncle Jiu yelled, "Still in a daze? Hurry up and hold him down!"

Uncle Jiu held the yellow talisman in his hand, guessing that Han Feng was affected by the yin energy in the ground, he planned to take the talisman first to suppress it.

Unexpectedly, Han Feng jumped up instantly.

"Master, what are you doing to shoot me with the talisman? The performance is about to start, hurry up and arrange for the villagers to enter!"

Han Feng didn't explain too much, after all, he couldn't tell Uncle Jiu that he went to the system store just now.

Isn't this more bullshit than bullshit?
Uncle Jiu heard that Han Feng's tone was normal, and his whole body returned to normal. Without thinking too much, he hurriedly got up and started to get busy.

It's about to be the child's hour, and the things in the coffin are believed to jump out soon.

If they don't make arrangements, these villagers will probably miss a good show that they carefully arranged.

Uncle Jiu hurriedly called several apprentices to cooperate with Huwa.

Wencai looked at Han Feng in disbelief, and was slapped on the forehead by Han Feng, "What are you looking at, I just dozed off."

Everyone is busy now.

Soon, the villagers entered the backyard in an orderly manner under the greeting of Han Feng and others.

Han Feng whispered in Uncle Jiu's ear, "Master, this 'good show' is about to start, why don't you go up and say a few words?"

Uncle Jiu flicked his robe, Han Feng thought he was going to speak on the stage, but unexpectedly, Uncle Jiu pushed Han Feng up directly.

"Cough cough..."

Han Feng coughed twice.

Soon the temperament picked up.

"Be quiet folks!"

"Our master and apprentice were invited by Huwa to come here to deal with the cemetery in the backyard. My master is powerful and highly respected in this line of work. Now we have properly handled the case of Huwa's family's fraudulent corpse."

"To express my gratitude, Huwa specially organized this performance and invite everyone to congratulate me. I hope everyone will have a good time!"

After Han Feng finished speaking, he slowly walked off the stage.

Looking at the villagers in the yard with a smile on their faces, I thought that Huwa's yard is really big enough.

However, the innocence of these villagers made Han Feng feel somewhat guilty.

They still don't know that they were tricked into enjoying the fake corpse show.

But it is really helpless, doing so is also helping them in disguise.

Thinking about it this way, I naturally feel a lot better in my heart.

"Let's get started!"

"I can't wait!"

"This is the first time for me to enjoy the night stage. Once the lantern is hung, it feels really good!"

The villagers laughed and chatted while nibbling melon seeds.

When approaching the house, the yard has already begun to blow.

The sudden coolness caused many people to shiver.

Uncle Jiu also became nervous.

Out of inner instinct, Uncle Jiu stood in front of the villagers with a whip in his hand.

Han Feng hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Uncle Jiu away, "Master, what you do will make everyone suspicious!"

Uncle Jiu walked away.

suddenly.

There was a sound of drama in the yard.

"Hey...Yin Yang Road, Yin Yang people, there are ghosts under the Yin Yang tree..."

The babbling vocals made one's scalp tingle.

Qiu Sheng, Han Feng, and Uncle Jiu were all startled by the sudden sound.

Qiu Sheng: "Master, are the zombies so talented now? When they cheat the corpse, there is an opening show???"

Uncle Jiu glared at Qiu Sheng angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!"

A ghost is a ghost, how can there be any talent or not.

Either they come out to scare people, or they come out to harm people!
The leaves of the pines and cypresses behind the yard are rustling.

Accompanied by the ghost singing, the whole yard has an eerie atmosphere.

"What about people?"

"What's going on? Who's singing!"

"Why is there only sound, but no singer?"

"Is this a special arrangement? It's so exciting!"

"What kind of play is this? Have you heard of it?"

"What about yin and yang ghosts, are they here to scare people in the middle of the night?!"

In the yard, the villagers couldn't bear it any longer, and they wondered what exciting part would be next while worrying.

Only Uncle Jiu and the others knew that something was wrong.

The three looked at each other, and after a while, Uncle Jiu whispered, "By the way, where is Wen Cai?"

yes!What about literary talents?

This idiot didn't know when he suddenly disappeared.

"Qiu Sheng, go find it, don't let that kid mess with us at a critical moment!"

At such a critical time, Uncle Jiu didn't want that idiot Wen Cai to cause any trouble for him.

Qiu Sheng nodded, and was just about to go to the front yard to find someone.

At this time, I saw a shadow suddenly jumped up on the small stage.

Lifting the black curtain at the back, the figure walked and stopped on the stage. It seemed that he was walking on the stage, but the walking posture and movements were really amateurish. The walking posture with the feet swayed made everyone laugh.

The figure on the stage became more and more familiar to Qiu Sheng.

Ninth Uncle Han Fengqiusheng and the others leaned forward, staring at each other in confusion, and after a closer look, they realized that the shadow turned out to be that idiot Wen Cai.

"..."

The three were speechless for a while.

Uncle Jiu picked up the stone on the ground and was about to throw it towards the stage.

He was stopped by Han Feng, "Master, let him act on it, so as to stabilize the villagers."

"Anyway, we didn't really invite people to come. Wen was there to sing for us. Isn't it just right?"

Only then did Uncle Jiu put down the stone in his hand, and growled, "Nonsense!"

Soon, Wen Cai's crappy singing caused the villagers in the courtyard to riot.

Many people threw stones and melon seeds on the stage.

"Go down!"

"What hot chicken! How can you still perform on stage with this little skill?!"

"According to this level, it is not as good as my tigress!"

"WTF!"

"Huwa, where did you find the troupe? This is too bad!"

The commotion in the audience is getting bigger and bigger.

Someone is already clamoring to go home and sleep.

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng hurriedly blocked the passage behind.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, this... This is a hot spot, and the real good show will be staged soon!"

"Everyone, wait patiently!"

Uncle Jiu was so angry that he pulled Wen Cai off from behind the stage.

"Look at what you did! The audience ran away singing to you!"

Wen Cai licked his face and smiled innocently, "Master, don't I have good intentions, I want to help you drag this group of people, who would want to do bad things with good intentions..."

Looking at this vicissitudes old face, Uncle Jiu couldn't get angry.

He flung his sleeves and walked away.

He walked behind the stage and listened to the movement inside the coffin.

There was only a creaking sound, and Uncle Jiu dodged to dodge quickly.

Click!

There was a sound of the coffin exploding, and the grandfather inside had stood up straight from the coffin.

Uncle Jiu directly stuck a talisman on his body.

He took out another small black bag and sprinkled the powder inside on the ground, all the way to the stage.

This powder is used to attract zombies.

After finishing it, Uncle Jiu turned around and quickly pulled Wen Cai away.

Then he quietly returned to the stage in the backyard.

"what sound?"

Someone in the crowd asked a question.

The cracking sound of the coffin exploding just now was not small.

"It's okay, let's continue watching the show!"