Chapter 11 Familiar Yizhuang

Chapter 11 Familiar Yizhuang

Chapter 11 Familiar Yizhuang

Traveling a long distance in a rickshaw.

Qiu Sheng was worthy of being the one who practiced Taoism with Uncle Jiu, although he did not achieve any Taoist skills for various reasons.

However, Maoshan's foundation-building method is also very remarkable, and it helped him develop a good physique.

Pulling a rickshaw is steady and fast.

If he were to go out and pull a cart in a car dealership, he would probably not even be able to eat enough food from all the other drivers.

For a moment, Song Feng felt a little dazed and drowsy while sitting in the car:

"call……"

He leaned lightly against the rickshaw, and then subconsciously fell into a light sleep.

However, this time after he fell asleep, things were very different from before. It was as if something deep in his heart was calling him.

"Come on... come quickly... I'm here... come to me quickly..."

One after another, the voices calling out like those of a beautiful woman came faintly from the depths of his heart.

The voice was ethereal and strange, as if it possessed a captivating power that covered his entire spiritual dream with a layer of mist.

Walk forward along the fog.

When he thought he could go no further, he discovered that the fog that had blocked his way was gradually dissipating.

But in the blink of an eye, an ancient, but desolate villa appeared in front of him.

The weeds are overgrown and the trees and rocks are crooked.

Even the red lanterns hanging on the left and right sides of the house had turned white and looked very tattered.

The front door was dilapidated and the middle door was wide open.

Through this dilapidated door, one seems to be able to see the deep and desolate interior of the villa.

And that faint calling voice seemed to come from that courtyard.

"Come on... come in... I'm waiting for you here... why don't you come in..."

A voice like a woman's sad call came from the courtyard, floating in the air, with the lingering sound. Although it was very ethereal, it made people feel uneasy.

Just at this time.

Song Feng, who had already stopped in front of the courtyard, had a cold light flash in his eyes, and then he stared at the door in front of him quietly:
"...As expected of you, Master Jiuhe. The Absolute Divine Curse is much more powerful than the Soul-Transferring Nail of my useless disciple."

As soon as the words fell, the misty dream suddenly shattered, and then Song Feng opened his eyes with coldness:
"The God-killing Curse has taken effect!"

He subconsciously clenched the rattan stick in his hand, and then Song Feng gently stroked the back of his neck.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but one of the blood moles shaped like the Big Dipper seemed to become even more crimson.

"The time left for this old man is short..."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Song Feng looked into the distance, and vaguely seemed to see the charity cemetery.

However, before Qiu Sheng dragged Song Feng to the charity cemetery, he heard Wencai's voice behind him:

"Qiu Sheng...Qiu Sheng, wait for me..."

Hearing this sudden call, even Qiu Sheng, who was pulling the cart in front, couldn't help but look surprised:
"Wencai, didn't you follow the master to the Ren family to do some work? How come you're back so soon? Where's the master?"

Seeing Wencai running towards him, sweating and panting, Qiu Sheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, as he finished speaking, Wencai had a bitter look on his face: "Master knows that Master Ren was killed by Old Master Ren, so he plans to gather people to find zombies."

"Who would have thought that Awei would take revenge on his own and even said that Master Ren's death was related to Master. Now he has been arrested and thrown into jail..."

After hearing what Wencai said, Qiu Sheng did not seem too worried. He looked as if he was already familiar with this development:
"What did the master tell you to tell me?"

Although he and Wencai are brothers, Wencai is not talented enough and really can't learn anything, and he doesn't study seriously.

There is a huge gap between them.

Don't say anything else.

At least every time when Uncle Jiu got into trouble, Qiu Sheng was always there to take over. He was a standout among the short guys.

"The master told you to bring the tools and sticky rice over at night, and specifically told you not to get caught..."

When he said this, Wencai paused for a moment and subconsciously glanced at his seventh uncle, then he stammered and said:
"Master also asked me to help look after Tingting at night, and asked us to settle Seventh Uncle first..."

Hearing Wencai say this, Qiu Sheng subconsciously looked at Song Feng, as if asking something:
"Seventh uncle..."

For a moment, he didn't know what decision to make.

On the first day that his seventh uncle came to the charity cemetery, he was left living alone in the cemetery, and he was a little worried.

But now that we have come this far, if we drag him to Master Ren’s house, even Seventh Uncle might not be able to bear all the hassle.

"It's okay, Qiu Sheng, just do as Uncle Jiu says. I'm already this old, am I still afraid of the dark?"

When he said this, Uncle Seven leaned on his cane, half-closed his eyes and spoke with a deep gaze:
"Besides, you are all doing serious work. At my age, I don't have the energy to accompany you."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng glared at Wencai fiercely, then turned around and pulled the rickshaw towards the charity cemetery.

Looking at Qiu Sheng who glared at him, Wen Cai muttered softly:

"I already said it was the master's order."

But then, he quickly followed:

"Hey, wait for me..."

Speechless all the way.

By the time Qiu Sheng arrived at the door of the charity cemetery, panting, Wencai, who was dressed simply, was already holding the key and opening the door.

Watching the door of the charity cemetery open.

Qiu Sheng carefully supported Song Feng and walked towards the charity cemetery:

"Seventh Uncle, be careful where you step."

After saying this, he raised his head and shouted at Wencai at the top of his voice:

"...Wencai!!! Help me carry in all the daily necessities I bought for my seventh uncle!"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's shout, Wen Cai pouted and came to the back of the rickshaw, carrying the big bag and following the two of them:
"Humph, you only know how to bully me!"

Looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, and then looking at the familiar layout of the charity cemetery, Song Feng sighed:
"I didn't expect that after so many years, this charity cemetery is still like this, but it is much more popular than before..."

After hearing Song Feng say this, Wencai raised his head in surprise:
"Seventh Uncle, have you been to the charity cemetery before?"

Hearing Wencai's surprised words, Song Feng smiled mysteriously:
"I was the one who personally selected the location for the charity cemetery in Renjia Town. I never thought we would be so predestined..."

(End of this chapter)