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

"Okay, your uncle is not your uncle if you don't have any skills!"

Uncle Jiu turned around and asked Wang Li not to talk so much, just concentrate on listening.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Li curled his lips to make fun of himself.

But he didn't expect that after 15 years, the corpse would still change.

"Hey, brother, you are motion sick!"

Wang Li looked back at Jia Le leaning against the window.

"No... still want to vomit... vomit!"

Jia Le felt nauseous again as she spoke, and quickly covered her mouth.

"You vomited on my car, I'll get out of the car and beat you to death!"

The glasses policeman swore while driving.

In this way, while Jia Le was disgusted, the glasses policeman complained.

Soon, they arrived at the police station.

After getting out of the car, Wang Li saw the coffin placed firmly at the door.

For some reason, I always feel that there is an evil spirit constantly bursting out.

"Master, what should I do now?"

The chief's trembling voice sounded, making Wang Li look over.

I saw that the director had already worn a string of Buddhist beads around his neck.

Wang Li just shook his head, the Buddhist beads shouldn't be effective against zombies...

"Don't worry, carry the coffin into Mr. Liu's room, and then I will cast a spell to prevent the corpse from changing at night."

The words of Taoist Simu gave the director a reassurance.

There is no way, and the director himself can't do it himself, he can only listen to the four-eyed priest.

Ten minutes later, four young police officers carried the coffin into Mr. Liu's room.

As soon as the door was opened, the dust inside hit the faces of several people, causing them to cough.

Boom!
The coffin was placed on the ground by them, making a dull sound.

"Hey, this Master Liu is too scary..."

A policeman couldn't help but glanced at Mr. Liu in the coffin again, feeling terrified in his heart.

"Let's go quickly, this place is said to be very evil, and with this coffin, it's going to be even worse!"

As the young policeman spoke, he ran out in a panic with the two policemen.

"Master Liu, rest here in peace, don't wake up!"

The policeman didn't know what was going on, he said something to the corpse, and then ran out of the room and closed the door.

It's just that when they all left, the hand of Master Liu's corpse moved strangely.

……

At this time, in the guest room of the police station, Taoist Priest Simu and several people were sitting in it.

"It's really bad business, all the priests, it was all a misunderstanding before!"

The bureau chief cheerfully took out a pot of wine, wanting to make up for Taoist Simu and the others.

The Taoist priest with four eyes stretched out his hand to block the wine, and then said: "You don't need the wine, these foods are fine."

"Okay, okay, that Taoist priest, you guys take it easy!"

The director was stunned for a moment, then smiled and took the wine back, and stretched out his hand to signal them to eat.

On the table in front of them, there are many dishes.

Not only roast suckling pig, steamed fish, but also Qingshui chicken unique to Qingshui City, the meat is extremely tender.

"Then we're welcome!"

Uncle Jiu said something politely, and then the master and apprentice began to eat.

He hasn't eaten since he came to Qingshui City in the morning, and it's already afternoon, so he's already hungry.

However, because Jia Le vomited too much before, she also started to gobble it up.

After half an hour, the four of them finally had a hearty meal.

"Thank you Director Zhang for your hospitality!"

The four-eyed Taoist exit expressed his gratitude to the director.

"Hehe, where, you are being polite, I have to thank you for helping me with this matter!"

The director was cheerful, and the policeman with glasses was cleaning up the tableware next to him.

"Director Zhang, what kind of person was this Master Liu before he was alive!"

Having enough to eat and nothing to do, Wang Li wanted to know the story of Master Liu.

"Oh, he is a very good man, he was given a nickname, Liu is so fat!"

Director Zhang thought for a while, and his thoughts went back to 17 years ago, that is, two years before Master Liu's accident.

At that time, Director Zhang was only the captain of the police station, and Mr. Liu was a rich man.

Because of a certain incident, Director Zhang accidentally saved Master Liu's life and became Master Liu's savior.

So far, Mr. Liu has taken care of Director Zhang in every way until he was promoted.

This is also the reason why Master Liu's residence was next to Director Zhang.

At that time, Mr. Liu was fatter and more warm-hearted. He was a kind person, so he was nicknamed Liu Haofat.

It's just that who ever thought that the accident happened like this.

That morning, seeing Mr. Liu lying in a pool of blood, Director Zhang was stunned.

So the city was ordered to be sealed off, but the murderer was still not found, only a piece of talisman and cinnabar were found next to Master Liu's body.

These are only available to Taoist priests, so whenever he sees Taoist priests, Director Zhang thinks that Mr. Liu was killed by Taoist priests for no reason, which is why he had a misunderstanding in the morning.

"Just seeing the talisman paper and cinnabar, we can't conclude that it was done by a Taoist priest!"

Wang Li was really speechless.

Then if someone else gave Master Liu's ID card, wouldn't it mean that Master Liu killed himself?
"Yes, yes, it's because I was too impulsive before."

Director Zhang knew that he was in the wrong and hurriedly apologized first, and then said: "Please don't worry about it, all the priests, and help me deal with this matter!"

Director Zhang took out a large wad of money and a bag of silver from his waist.

Although he didn't speak, the meaning was obvious, it was a reward for a few people.

"I'll go, so much money!"

Wang Li and Jia Le said in unison, their eyes almost popping out.

"Ali, Ale!"

Uncle Jiu scolded sharply, and shrank the two of them back in fright, not thinking that way.

"Director Zhang, I can help you if you are busy, but you don't need the money. We don't charge for things!"

Daoist Simu has no desire for money, but thinks money is filth.

"Then I would like to trouble you, Mr. Daochang, for your help!"

Hearing that no money will be charged, Director Zhang of course happily took it back.

I didn't expect that this group of Taoist priests didn't charge money, that's really great.

The money just now is considered Director Zhang's military salary for one year!
The reason why Director Zhang is so polite is because he has felt very bad luck for more than ten years.

Whether it is promotion and wealth, or children's education, they will not benefit.

It was as if something was secretly manipulating his bad luck.

So he would rather spend more money than let Taoist Priest Simu and the others settle the matter.

"Ah this..."

Wang Li and Jia Le didn't make a sound, they could only watch helplessly as the money slipped away.

My uncle, why don't you accept so much money! !
In Wang Li's mind, he was like ten thousand muddy horses galloping.

"What time is it?"

Uncle Jiu asked suddenly.

Director Zhang took out his pocket watch and said, "At five o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Daochang, when will Master Liu's body be disposed of?"

"You don't have to be so anxious, you need to wait until the evening to do it."

Uncle Jiu asked Director Zhang to go to rest first, and just notify Director Zhang when he is done.