Yitianxia, ​​Mother of Rebirth

Zhuang Yanqiu didn't take this matter to heart.He is not a mortal body now, even if he has a tumor, it doesn't matter.But now he has a question to ask this former uncle, "Why are you at my house?"

When Shaozheng was asked this question suddenly, his expression was a little embarrassed. "I'm here, I'm here to ask you..."

"What?" Zhuang Yanqiu tidied up her clothes, and tied her hair back up on her shoulders.

These few simple movements were too short to be straight at first glance, and he quickly retracted his gaze, and kept telling himself in his heart: "There are too many right and wrong in this person, don't think wildly, and miss the future."

"The people of Haozheng Palace treated you so well and used you as a drawing book for entertainment, aren't you angry?" Shaozheng asked.

"Oh!" Zhuang Yanqiu thought it was something.He didn't mind at all and said: "Then they didn't mention me by name. Why am I angry?"

"You...you're quite open-minded." Shao Zhengyi felt that he cared so much, compared to Zhuang Yanqiu's indifference, he really had no grace.

"Besides, I think the painting is pretty good, and the story is well told." Zhuang Yanqiu patted the head of her bed, "I keep it as a bedtime book."

Shaozheng once again had the feeling of being hit in the chest and wanting to vomit blood.

"Also...you misunderstood." Zhuang Yanqiu spoke for the third time, her face full of seriousness.

"What's the misunderstanding?" Shaozhengyi felt that he shouldn't ask, and his old blood would definitely spurt out after asking this question.

"I asked someone to draw the picture book, and I asked someone to make up the story." Zhuang Yanqiu took a gold-painted box in his hand, opened it, and there were gold ingots inside. He asked Shaozhengyi devoutly: "Are you trying to ask me for a license fee?"

Shaozheng suppressed the old blood that had already reached his throat, and the smile on his face froze completely.

"This business is easy to do!" Zhuang Yanqiu added, "I plan to do a whole set."

"Farewell!" Shaozheng hurriedly got up and bid farewell to Zhuang Yanqiu.He felt that he couldn't stay here anymore, not only would his blood surge, but he would also damage his brain.

Zhuang Yanqiu didn't say 'goodbye' to him. After Shaozheng left, he flicked lightly and covered the lid of the gold-painted box on his hand, with a casual smile on his lips.

Don't do it again!Master Shaozheng!

He lay flat on the bed and couldn't help stroking his belly with his palm.If the tumor growing in the body is good, don't worry about it, if it is bad, it should be eradicated as soon as possible.

Compared with his previous fate of dying of old age, having a few tumors in his body now is a trivial matter.He decided to wait for two days. If the tumors didn't grow, forget it. Once there were signs of growing, he would quickly dissolve them.

'Jingle bell—jingle bell—'

At this time, there was a burst of magical copper bells on the long street outside the courtyard.

When Zhuang Yanqiu heard the ringtone, she hurried out to find Zhuang Xi, and pushed the sleeping Zhuang Xi up.

"Master, are you awake so late?"

"Go! Wake up Yuan'er, I can't sleep tonight." He looked up at the gloomy sky outside and said.

Zhuang Xi also heard the sound of the copper bell outside, and swallowed hard, "It's them!"

Zhuang Yanqiu nodded, put her finger on her lips and told him not to reveal the real identity of 'them'.

Among the eight major families of "Taiyin", there is a family called "Dushan Clan" who claim to be the "Zombie Immortal" clan. They specialize in refining immortal practitioners, making their corpses into "Zombie Immortals" and manipulating them for their own use.

On the ninth day of each month, the 'Dushan' tribe will release the zombie immortals in the middle of the night. If they hear the copper bells and continue to sleep, they may be taken away as food.There is another taboo, that is, you can't say any word with the same pronunciation as Zombie that night. If you break the taboo, you will definitely be arrested.