My uncle is Lin Zhengying

Putting a stick of incense on the head of the bicycle, Qiu Sheng waved to Wen Cai and said to Zhang Jing, "Junior brother, I'm leaving!"

After finishing speaking, he rode his bicycle and walked away.

Wen Cai couldn't stop him, his face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd, he turned around and saw Zhang Jing, and immediately said, as if he saw a savior, "Junior Brother, help me explain to Master and intercede. The stick just now is Qiu Sheng beat me, it has nothing to do with me..."

Zhang Jing had helped Wencai speak well in front of Uncle Jiu before.

But this time, Zhang Jing was not ready to help.

"Hey!" Zhang Jing immediately interrupted him, refusing: "I can't explain this for you. Now that my uncle is like this, I don't dare to see him. So brother Wencai, you should explain it yourself. I'm going back to bed first!"

After speaking, Zhang Jing turned around and left.

To be honest, judging from the past few days of contact, neither Wencai nor Qiusheng has a bad heart.

But these two live treasures are indeed too tricky and often cause trouble!

So Zhang Jing felt that he couldn't get used to the faults of these two people.

If you love to cause trouble, then take responsibility.

The more you learn, the longer your memory will be!

Otherwise, the two of them have been going on like this, and sooner or later there will be a mess that even Uncle Jiu can't solve, then it will be too late!

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother..." Wen Cai chased after him.

Zhang Jing was unmoved, and went straight back to his room, then locked the door.

After a while, Uncle Jiu, whose pain had eased a little, shouted, "Sinister, get out of here!"

"Master, I was wrong..." Wen Cai wept.

Snapped!

"Master, I was really wrong, stop hitting..."

Snapped!Snapped!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Uncle Jiu beat Wencai hard, and in order to punish him, he directly punished him to go to the morgue to watch the night tonight, and always pay attention to Mrs. Ren's coffin.

If there is any movement in the coffin, it is better to inform him in time.

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Chapter 37 Destiny

That night.

The moon hung high in the sky, and the whole Yizhuang was extremely quiet, and everyone fell asleep.

Even Wen Cai, who was punished to watch the night in the morgue, was still fat at this time, found a chair to lie down, and slept very soundly.

However, the old man Ren in the coffin has become more and more dead. The black hair on his body has basically completely faded, and he has almost evolved into a jumping stiffness. The nails on both hands are getting longer and longer, sharp and penetrating.

The face, which was still recognizable at first, was so wrinkled that it was almost unrecognizable, and sharp fangs grew out of its mouth.

At the same time, a strong and extreme Yin Qi permeated the coffin.

Crunch, crunch~~

The coffin made a slight noise.

Mrs. Ren finally completely transformed into a dead body, became conscious, and started to move!

Soon, a palm with sharp nails groped, slowly opened the coffin lid, stretched out from the inside, and the coffin lid was lifted accordingly.

However, at this time, the elastic thread of those ink fountains played a role.

When the sharp nails touched the ink fountain line, the black ink fountain line seemed to be lit up, emitting a red light, and the palm with the sharp nails also seemed to touch an electric wire, and immediately emitted a puff of black smoke and quickly shrank go back.

Boom!

The raised coffin lid quickly fell down, making a loud noise.

Uncle Jiu, who was sleeping in the room, woke up immediately when he heard the sound. He was startled, and immediately got up and rushed towards the morgue with the lights on.

Even if he saw that Mrs. Ren's coffin was fine and where it was placed intact, he was not at ease, so he looked around the coffin carefully with a lantern, and finally felt relieved when he found that there was no problem.

Turning around, looking at Wen Cai who was sleeping on the cool chair and snoring constantly, not disturbed by the sound at all, he couldn't help sighing, and said to himself: "Sleeping like a pig, this kind of person is the most suitable for watching. Yizhuang couldn't be more suitable!"

But after all, seeing Wen Cai's sleeping position was not good, and he was about to fall off the cool chair, Uncle Jiu thoughtfully moved him to put him in a good sleeping position, and he didn't forget to cover him with the quilt.

After that, he left the morgue.

The mouth is hard and the heart is soft, the face is cold and the heart is hot.

Uncle Jiu, nothing more.

……

……

all night

the next day.

Uncle Jiu and Zhang Jing went out early and continued to search for a grave where Old Master Ren could be buried.

Qiusheng was called back to Yizhuang, and together with Wencai looked at the coffin of Mrs. Ren, fearing that something might happen.

However, nothing happened to the old man's coffin that day, but Uncle Jiu and Zhang Jing couldn't find a suitable grave.

Even on the third and fourth day!

There is no way, the conditions for the burial of the old lady Ren are too harsh and difficult to find.

Uncle Jiu felt a little helpless.

But Zhang Jing was in a good mood. The Yizhuang was safe and sound for several days in a row, and Ren Fa was still alive and well, not being 'kissed' by his old father.