Chapter 15 There is a way

Chapter 15 There is a way

Chapter 15 There is a way

I walked into the main hall with doubts in my heart.

Wencai, whose arms were grabbed by zombies at this moment, was placed on a chair by Qiu Sheng.

"Master, I'm not really going to die, am I? I don't want to die..."

Feeling his arms gradually losing feeling, Wencai looked very unhappy and cried to Uncle Jiu for help.

However, Uncle Jiu, who had just entered here, did not look at Wencai first, but instead looked at Song Feng who was dozing off with a cane beside him.

After taking a suspicious look at him for a few times and finding that Song Feng was indeed dozing off, Uncle Jiu turned his gaze towards Wencai.

Then, he said with a look of disappointment:
"I usually tell you to practice more but you just don't listen. People always say that we should sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in battle. Now you know how powerful I am, don't you?"

"You are both practicing the same cultivation, so how come Qiu Sheng can stand up to Old Master Ren for a while? And you can only be controlled by him at will?"

"You deserve it! Just bear with the pain. When the pain stops and you turn into a zombie, I will make you a better coffin!"

It was the first time for Uncle Jiu that he was suppressed by an outsider when casting a spell in his own territory and in front of the altar of his ancestor.

Even though the eldest senior brother was here, he was not afraid at all in the arena of fighting, and even dared to compete with him.

Unexpectedly, his dignified Maoshan sect would have fallen into such a mess. If anyone knew about this, his fellow disciples would definitely laugh at him.

It was precisely because of this that he was not in the mood to joke with Wencai, and instead just threatened him with harsh words.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Wencai was also shocked:
"Master, please don't abandon me. I can still live, I can still live!"

When he said this, Wencai grabbed Qiu Sheng's arm, who was standing next to him, with a sad face:

"Qiu Sheng, please tell the master..."

Seeing Wencai's injured and mournful look, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but speak to Uncle Jiu:
"Master, please stop teasing him. If you continue teasing him, Wencai will really be scared to death, and then we will lose a disciple who can take care of us in our old age."

After hearing Qiu Sheng point out his threats, Uncle Jiu snorted coldly:
"Humph! You're the only one who's smart!"

After he finished speaking, he instructed Qiu Sheng:
"Go get some fresh mugwort, and also the snake medicine your uncle brought last time."

"The poison on Old Master Ren's hands is very strong, and snake gall is necessary to alleviate the toxicity."

Listening to Uncle Jiu's methodical instructions to Qiu Sheng to get something to save him, Wencai burst into laughter again:
"Hehe, I knew that you, Master, would never give up on me. I still have to wait to take care of you until the end of your life..."

Seeing Wencai still showing off at this time, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"I'd rather find a piece of tofu and kill myself than wait for you to take care of me in my old age."

"Don't talk. Go step on the glutinous rice on the kang. If you don't want to turn into a zombie, circulate your energy and blood."

Although Ren Tingting is the eldest daughter of the Ren family, she is very capable when doing ordinary farm work.

At this moment, glutinous rice has already been spread on the bed.

Even after Uncle Jiu gave the order, he went to the backyard to cook glutinous rice porridge.

If we take her performance at this moment alone, she can be called a good wife and mother.

Just when everyone had their tasks, Song Feng, who seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes half closed, woke up:

"Hey, it's so late, Uncle Jiu is still awake?"

Looking out the window, the sun had already risen above the horizon, high in the sky. Hearing what Song Feng said, Uncle Jiu, who had been busy since yesterday and had gone through the triple experience of imprisonment, suppressing zombies, and saving his apprentice, turned pale.

"I was born to work hard. I can't be as leisurely as Seventh Uncle, nor do I have as much ability as you."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu was busy crushing the fresh snake gallbladder he had just taken out, while looking at Song Feng who was sitting upright in an inquiring manner.

You can't think about this matter too much.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something wrong.

How come it just happened to be such a coincidence?

In the morning, he invited his seventh uncle to the charity cemetery. On the same day, he was caught by Awei and thrown into prison. In the evening, he had a fight with zombies.

What a coincidence that the timing just missed the Yin period.

When he tried to use the method of turning gold into water in a bowl to try to find out what happened at night, he was disturbed by the energy of the ancestral altar.

Each and every one of these things is so coincidental.

It seems that everything has nothing to do with Seventh Uncle, but everything seems to be connected to him by an unclear thread.

It was as if someone had woven a big net and trapped everyone in it.

"Hahahaha...young people should be busy...it's better to be busy...having things to do shows that you have abilities."

Song Feng changed the meaning of Uncle Jiu's words by 180 degrees and did not say what he meant.

"This old man has lived for so long, and the only advantage he has is that he is knowledgeable and experienced. What other abilities does he have?"

"I can only survive by a narrow margin, hoping that my descendants will live up to my expectations. I can only rely on people to take pity on me and support me in my old age. I am so old and useless..."

When he finished speaking, Song Feng was leaning on a cane, looking like a useless old man.

He looked so sick that it seemed as if he was breathing in less than he was breathing out.

If anyone else did this to Uncle Jiu, he would be afraid that the old man would die in front of him the next moment.

But Seventh Uncle is different.

After what happened yesterday, he was very wary of this old monster.

Even if Seventh Uncle died on the spot in front of him, he would still have to consider whether there was some strange magic at work.

And this old guy is too cunning!
As soon as he started talking, he sounded old and useless. How could I respond to him?
At this moment, Wencai, who was listening to Uncle Nine and Uncle Seven chatting with curiosity, suddenly screamed:
"Ah... Master, the glutinous rice under my feet has turned black!"

Seeing that the glutinous rice on the bed had been turned black by Wencai, Uncle Jiu quickly applied snake medicine to the glutinous rice to help him remove the corpse poison.

At the same time, he was also somewhat puzzled:

"How come this corpse poison is so much stronger than ordinary zombies? The speed at which this corpse poison spreads is too abnormal."

Let alone the green zombie, even the poison of the black zombie couldn't spread so quickly. Could it be that, as Uncle Seventh said, Old Master Ren is really a rare genius zombie in a century?
Looking at Wencai who was suffering from the poison in his corpse, Song Feng slowly stood up and moved towards him little by little with the help of his crutches:
"I also know a few tricks about removing corpse poison. Uncle Jiu, how about you let me take a look for your beloved disciple?"

(End of this chapter)