Chapter 6 Vomiting blood
Chapter 6 Vomiting blood
Looking at Uncle Jiu's eyes, Song Feng's hand holding the cane was still steady, and his eyes were also very calm:
"Why? Uncle Jiu, do you think that it was me who turned Ren Weiyong into a zombie?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu's eyes narrowed, and then he asked:
"Didn't Seventh Uncle just arrive in Renjia Town today? How do you know that Ren Weiyong has turned into a zombie?"
When he said this, a small Bagua mirror suddenly appeared in his hand behind his back.
He held the Bagua mirror with his hands in the Three Mountains Seal.
Once a problem is discovered, take action immediately and never tolerate it!
After hearing Uncle Jiu's question and watching his subconscious movements, Song Feng half-closed his eyes and said quietly:
"The reason why I know that Ren Weiyong has turned into a zombie is because I saw him last night..."
Hearing this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but be shocked:
"Impossible! I cast a spell and sealed the coffin with an ink fountain last night. How could you have seen him?"
Feeling the slight burning sensation in the room, Song Feng gently leaned on the cane in his hand, looking like a master:
"Don't be anxious...don't be anxious...look at you, you are anxious again. If you have anything to say, just say it nicely. What's the rush..."
"I said I had seen it, of course I had seen it. The coffin is right there, so there is no need for me to tell you such a lie that is so easy to expose."
When he said this, he paused slightly, then slowly opened his eyes and looked at Uncle Nine in front of him with a faint look.
It seemed to bring some subtle sense of oppression to Uncle Jiu:
"But when I saw him yesterday, I discovered that there seemed to be an extra blood energy of the same origin in his body, and even I couldn't control him."
"If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid someone will come looking for you soon. I just don't know who in the Ren family is the dead one..."
Feeling that oppressive gaze and listening to what Song Feng said, Uncle Jiu's hands hidden behind his back paused slightly.
At this moment of pause.
The scorching air that was faintly condensed in the house seemed to have no center anymore, and then dispersed in all directions.
For a moment, the room became a little cooler.
Then, Uncle Jiu turned around and said to Wencai, who had always had little presence:
"Quick! Ride Qiu Sheng's bicycle to the funeral home to check on Old Master Ren's coffin and see if the body is still inside!"
Although he asked Wencai to verify it, he still believed Song Feng's words to a certain extent.
Because there was really no need for him to tell such a lie that would be easily exposed!
Wencai moved quickly, but after a while he returned to the house, panting heavily:
"Master... Master... Old Master Ren's body is missing, and the coffin... the bottom of the coffin has rotted away after being there for too long..."
"And... and when we were talking about the plumb line, we forgot to put the plumb line on the bottom of the coffin..."
At the end of the conversation, Wencai stood with Qiu Sheng with his head lowered. He naturally knew that they were in trouble.
After hearing what Wencai said, Uncle Jiu glared at the two fellow apprentices fiercely, and then looked at Song Feng in front of him a little embarrassedly:
"Seventh Uncle, I'm so sorry..."
Seeing Uncle Jiu's embarrassed look, Song Feng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care too much:
"Nothing, just normal suspicion. After all, my identity is indeed suspicious enough."
"But as I said, although I am not a pure good man, Ren Weiyong is not qualified to make me wait for twenty years after his death to take action."
When he said this, Song Feng was full of confidence and his words were sonorous and powerful, making people subconsciously believe him:
"Back then, I did find the Dragonfly Diving Point, but Ren Weiyong used his identity to force me to buy it for ten dollars."
"At that time, I used the snowflakes to cover the dragonfly dipping water hole, just to ruin his 20-year foundation and teach him a little lesson."
When he said this, Song Feng couldn't help but pause, and there seemed to be a trace of thoughtfulness in his eyes:
"However, only twenty years of snowflakes have turned him into a zombie. It seems that Ren Weiyong is also a gifted zombie." "And when I saw him last night, he had already absorbed part of the blood of the same origin and transformed into a black zombie."
"Hehe... Once the corpse rose, it stepped over the walking corpses and went straight into the jumping corpses. It turned from white to green and then to black overnight."
“I have to say that Ren Weiyong is a rare genius in the zombie world. Given time, we might be able to get a glimpse of a flying zombie…”
After hearing what Song Feng said, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but worry about Ren Weiyong's boldness again.
Spending ten dollars to buy a dragonfly-dipping-water cave really doesn't respect the Feng Shui treasure land as a treasure.
More importantly, you threatened others and yet you still dared to ask them to arrange a Feng Shui treasure land for you. This is really bold.
As for the small destruction of twenty years of feng shui, this kind of action seems much more normal.
You offended the Feng Shui master and now you want to run away?
And... I'm afraid that Seventh Uncle still has reservations in his words.
Although he transformed from a walking zombie to a black zombie overnight, and from a white zombie, he can indeed be called a genius among geniuses in the world of corpses.
If someone from the Corpse Refining Sect encountered this, they would probably kneel down and kowtow, shouting, "Ancestor, please bless me."
But if it weren't for the twenty years of snow covering his body with Seventh Uncle, even if Old Master Ren was a genius, he wouldn't have enough conditions to transform into a zombie.
But the problem is that my seventh uncle did say in advance that the grave would be moved in twenty years, which is legally correct.
The mistakes of one generation will be paid for by the same generation.
If after taking out a corpse it is discovered that it has not decayed for twenty years, a skilled grave-moving master will suggest burning it. This will at most ruin one's luck for twenty years.
But if the Ren family still harbors greed and wants to seek a Feng Shui treasure land, then it would be like a damned ghost that cannot be persuaded by good words.
To manipulate human nature to this extent can be said to be killing people without any regard for cause and effect.
Although Seventh Uncle said that Ren Weiyong was not qualified enough to make him wait twenty years before taking action, the casual arrangement twenty years ago did not count among them.
Through the contact just now, Uncle Jiu doesn't think that Uncle Seventh is someone who would suffer a loss. For a moment, there was a hint of vigilance in Uncle Jiu's eyes when he looked at Song Feng.
This is definitely an old fox!
Seeing that the atmosphere was no longer as tense as before and seemed to have eased a little, Qiu Sheng picked up the teapot like a lackey and filled it for the elders:
"Seventh Uncle, Aunt, Master, please have a cup of tea and take a rest first. We finally get to meet each other, and we can't let outsiders ruin the atmosphere..."
However, before he could finish, he saw Song Feng, who had just been so calm and dominated the conversation like a big boss, suddenly change his expression:
“…Puchi!!”
He spat out a mouthful of blood, with a faint fishy smell.
"...Huh? What's going on?"
The moment Uncle Jiu saw Song Feng vomiting blood, he stood up, quickly came to Song Feng, and then put his finger on his pulse.
However, the moment he casually touched Song Feng's pulse, his face changed drastically:
"……how so?"
(End of this chapter)