Uncle Nine: I, who practiced the real body training skills, hammered and exploded zombies

Seeing the four-eyed priest and the others not far away, Wang Li hurried forward.

It was found that several people were staring at a coffin that had just been dug out.

"Master, what does this mean, isn't it to execute us?"

Wang Li was very confused, and the brows of Jiu Shu and the others did not ease.

"Mr. Taoist, if you can solve this matter, we can let you go."

The director was talking heavily beside him.

Wang Li also remembered the words that the four-eyed priest said that there is no need to die.

Daoist Daoist Daoqing Four Eyes already arrived!

"Although this coffin is the place where the dragon's head sits, it sits facing north and absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon."

"But the deceased died unjustly, and excessive advantages will increase the resentment of the deceased."

"That's why you have bad luck for ten miles around you. This is normal."

As soon as the four-eyed priest opened his mouth, the director and the policeman with glasses nodded in unison.

"Yeah, as expected of an old Taoist priest, he hit it at a glance!"

The director's tense brows finally eased.

It turned out that after Mr. Liu died, he was buried in this place according to Mr. Feng Shui's instructions.

Originally, I was looking for a promotion in the official career, but I didn't expect that in the past 15 years, there were many bad lucks, and there was no promotion at all.

Moreover, this matter has never been discussed with outsiders, and the four-eyed priest can see at a glance that the director is really happy.

"So the director said, if you can solve it, you can be pardoned."

The glasses policeman echoed.

With Mr. Liu's evil spirit at work, even a police captain is afraid of him.

In the past, he was assigned to be on duty in the room of Mr. Liu when he was alive. Until after Mr. Liu died, the glasses policeman could often hear the sound of paper and pens coming from the room.

But I am the captain, if I don't go, I can't be promoted.

"The solution can be solved, you have to open the coffin and let me have a look!"

The four-eyed priest agreed to solve it, but felt that something was wrong.

The policeman with glasses and the chief hesitated for a moment, but agreed to open the coffin.

After all, opening the coffin is extremely disrespectful to the deceased, not to mention that Mr. Liu is a friend of the director.

But in order to solve this matter as soon as possible, the director doesn't care so much.

So several policemen stepped forward and pushed open the coffin lid.

When the lid was pushed open, a rotten stench gushed out instantly.

vomit!
The policemen couldn't bear it and vomited one after another.

In order to save face, the director and the policeman with glasses suppressed their nausea, but they still couldn't hold back their stomachs.

"Damn it, this is simply a garbage dump of more than ten years, plus a mixture of feces and dead rats of more than ten years!"

Wang Li kept retching beside him, but he didn't eat anything, and his stomach acid came out.

As for the worst thing is Jia Le, before coming here, he had eaten two bowls of rice, no, he was exhausted with vomiting alone.

"Purify the heart and ventilate the air, making the heart smooth!"

Seeing that the four-eyed Taoist took out the talisman paper, he recited the formula.

As the talisman paper burned out, the original stench disappeared immediately.

Those who were still vomiting could breathe a sigh of relief.

Especially Jia Le, who vomited a pile of filth next to him, and lay weakly on the ground.

Wang Li touched his aching stomach and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Uncle Master, why didn't you use this method earlier, it caused me to vomit so much stomach acid...

"It seems that this corpse is about to change!"

At this time, Uncle Jiu saw a lot of black mist floating out of the coffin.

He and the four-eyed Taoist priest stepped forward and looked into the coffin, but it made their faces dignified.

Although they were scared, the director and the policeman with glasses were still curious to see what was inside the coffin.

Just looking at it made the two of them turn pale with fright.

Wang Li also hurried forward to check, which also surprised him.

Master Liu lying in the coffin at this moment, although he is dead, his skin has not rotted.

Wearing a shroud on his body, except for the liver color of his skin, he seemed to be asleep.

What is even more surprising is that Mr. Liu's nails are abnormally long, black and long, as if they want to penetrate human skin.

"It's really a dead body..."

Uncle Jiu finished his sentence, shook his head and sighed.

"What the hell is going on, Master Liu's body hasn't rotted?"

The spectacled policeman was greatly shocked.

Unless preservatives are added, it is impossible not to rot for more than ten years.

But Mr. Liu told him not to add preservatives after death.

"This is a corpse change, not a trivial matter."

The four-eyed Daoist had an ugly expression on his face.

"Dare to ask the chief, what does this corpse transformation mean?"

Seeing that the four-eyed Taoist leader is not ordinary, the director changed his previous attitude.

Now I am asking the four-eyed priest respectfully. Only by trusting them can this matter be resolved.

"The wronged dead have resentment in themselves, plus the accumulation of the essence of Fengshui treasure land."

"It will cause the body of the unjustly deceased to change into a zombie!"

As soon as the four-eyed priest said this, the policemen present were so frightened that their hairs stood on end.

"Zombie... Zombie, Daoist, are you kidding me..."

The old director fox, who had been in the mall for a long time, was also quite frightened.

"How can a good person become a zombie?"

The policeman with glasses got goosebumps all over his body in fear.

The originally desolate mountaintop was even colder at this moment.

"The place is indeed a good place, but the bad thing is that the deceased died unjustly."

What Uncle Jiu meant was that maybe Mr. Feng Shui didn't know that Mr. Liu died unjustly.

Only then did the director suddenly realize that when he buried Master Liu, he didn't make it clear to Mr. Feng Shui.

This led to a misunderstanding. After death, people want to bury treasures in Fengshui, and Mr. Fengshui does this.

"Then what should we do now? Turning into a zombie makes Qingshui City uneasy, and I, the bureau chief, don't want to do it..."

The director was a little anxious, he didn't want to lose his job because of this incident.

"There is still room for turning around. The corpse has not completely transformed yet."

When the four-eyed Taoist priest said this, the bureau chief breathed a sigh of relief.

"First, ask someone to bring the coffin back to Master Liu's room."

The four-eyed Taoist spoke slowly, but the policeman with glasses and the director looked at each other in blank dismay.

It's fine to take the coffin back, but it has to be placed in Master Liu's room. Isn't it more difficult?
Because Mr. Liu's room is next to the police station and also next to the chief's house.

Every night when you sleep, you have to separate the coffin.

"That... Daoist, can I go to sleep somewhere else?"

The chief doesn't want to sleep next to the coffin every night.

"No, you are a good friend of the deceased, you cannot leave."

The words of the four-eyed priest poured cold water on the director.

Since they are friends, they cannot leave casually, otherwise the soul of the deceased will be enraged.

"Okay, that's the only way..."

The four-eyed Taoist sighed, and could only bravely agree.

Then, the director arranged for the police to drag the coffin back.

Because they wanted to help this time, it was rare for Priest Simu and the others to take the police car instead of the prison car.

"Uncle, how did you figure out that we won't die!"

Wang Li wanted to know how the four-eyed Taoist deduced it.