Chapter 28 Cover the lid

Chapter 28 Cover the lid

Chapter 28 Cover the lid

Although his whole body was in pain, Qiu Sheng understood that what his seventh uncle said was indeed sincere.

And he really deserved to be beaten.

After all, after going through so many medicinal baths, he still couldn't remember the key points and let his master down. It can only be said that he was not focused on it before.

"Seventh Uncle, I understand. From now on, I will definitely study hard with Master!"

Seeing the determination in Qiu Sheng's eyes, Song Feng nodded with satisfaction:
"If you practice well from now on, you may be able to learn a little bit of your master's true teachings, and from now on you will be able to protect yourself when you travel around the world."

Listening to the conversation between Seventh Uncle and Qiu Sheng, Ninth Uncle seemed very confident, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, revealing the demeanor of a great master.

Look at what Seventh Uncle said.

If you learn even a little bit of my true skills, you can protect yourself. Doesn't this mean that I am very capable?

Very good, very good. It is really surprising to think that ivory can come out of a dog's mouth, and that a few sincere words of praise can come out of this old guy's mouth.

Looking at Qiu Sheng with determined eyes, Uncle Jiu also spoke:
"Since you have made up your mind to practice seriously, I will definitely supervise you carefully from now on."

"It must be just as Uncle Seven said, so that you can learn a little bit of my true teachings and have the power to protect yourself!"

At the end of his speech, Uncle Jiu casually picked up the rattan stick leaning against the side and swung it in the air, making a swish sound:

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Looking at the rattan stick in Uncle Jiu's hand that kept making the sound of breaking through the air, Qiu Sheng, who had just had a resolute look on his face, now had a changed expression:

"Ah? Master, don't..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng's expression change immediately, Uncle Jiu smiled:
"I know you're a short-lived person, but since your seventh uncle has asked you to practice well, I don't have to worry about anything."

"Don't worry, from now on I will teach you how to practice seriously. How can you only learn from the teacher? If you want to learn, you must surpass the teacher!"

When he spoke to the end, a very serious expression appeared on Uncle Jiu's face, which made people feel more and more serious.

However, at this moment, Qiu Sheng felt more and more desperate, and he wished he could go back to the time when he just made those harsh words and slap himself twice:
"Pa pa pa! What are you bragging about?"

Just when the master and the disciple were discussing their future practice, Song Feng knocked on the sticky rice bucket next to him and reminded:

"The temperature is right now. If you don't put Wencai in there, he'll probably jump out in front of you soon..."

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu looked at Wencai who had no sense of presence beside him.

Take a closer look.

At this moment, Wencai's face turned a little blue. He couldn't speak anymore and his eyes became indifferent.

Just as Uncle Seventh said, if Wencai hesitated any longer, he would immediately turn into a zombie and jump in front of them.

"Hurry, hurry, put Wencai in!"

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng grabbed Wencai together and threw him directly into the bucket:
"thump!!"

As soon as Wencai entered the big wooden barrel, he heard a hissing sound, followed by his screams:
“Squeak, squeak, ah!!!”

Even Wencai, who was removing the corpse poison in the sticky rice water, was still thrashing around in the water, looking very uncomfortable. If Qiu Sheng hadn't been holding him down, he would have jumped out.

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng skillfully took out a large pot lid from the side, then covered it and pressed it gently:
"It's done!"

Sure enough, after putting the lid on, Wencai struggled but couldn't get up, and could only struggle slowly in the bucket.

However, after throwing Wencai in, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but look at Song Feng next to him suspiciously:

"Why is this corpse poison so strong?"

Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen. Now the intensity of Wencai's corpse poison seems to be increasing.

This is not the kind of corpse poison that a normally developed zombie would possess.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's suspicious look, Song Feng waved his hand, and then said without any guilt:
"I have already told you that when I first came to Renjia Town, I met Ren Weiyong."

"It's just that I was not very capable at the time, so I only let out half of his corpse's energy..."

Hearing Song Feng say this, Uncle Jiu suddenly raised his head, and then said in surprise:
"You let it out of its body? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's surprised expression, Song Feng shook his head slightly:
"The main thing is that you didn't ask..."

Hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine was stunned for a moment, then nodded as if he understood:
"No wonder, no wonder this corpse poison seems a little strange. If someone had let out half of the corpse's qi, then this would seem much more normal..."

The lack of corpse qi must be supplemented by corpse poison. In the process of sucking blood, the zombies will also constantly make up for their own shortcomings.

No wonder this old monster has always been concerned about Wencai’s corpse poison, it turns out that he is the culprit!
Looking at Uncle Jiu's gaze, Song Feng spoke slowly:
"I have already told you that I have nine methods to remove the poison from Wencai's body, but you just never believed it..."

Hearing Song Feng say this, Uncle Jiu could not help but nodded helplessly:
"Yes, you did say so."

Everyone said there was a solution, but I just insisted on using my own method to remove the corpse poison from my apprentice.

I am not in the right in this matter.

Nowadays, it is no longer about standing on the moral high ground and pointing fingers, but the opposite is true.

Hey! He is indeed an old hand, and he is really shrewd and calculating.

Listening to the sound of the plop in the wooden barrel gradually weakening, Song Feng walked slowly towards his room with his crutches:
"Okay, I'm a little sleepy. I won't bother with you young people anymore. I'm going to go take a rest first."

"Oh, by the way, when you catch the ghost, don't forget to wake me up. I also want to see how beautiful this female ghost is..."

When he finished speaking, Song Feng glanced at Qiu Sheng who was pressing the lid of the pot from a distance.

Seeing the gaze of his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng subconsciously shrank back, looking like a quail:
"Seventh Uncle, that was such an accident..."

Ignoring Qiu Sheng's explanation, Song Feng slowly walked into his room with his crutches.

When he arrived at the bed, he sat on it very stiffly, leaning on the cane in his hand and sighing:
"Humans and ghosts come together because of love. The union of yin and yang naturally produces blood and energy. Qiu Sheng is such a lucky little guy. If it were back then..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and when he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, looking as if he had fallen asleep while sitting.

At the same time, on the rattan stick he was holding in both hands, there seemed to be a faint trace of black and red blood that was constantly settling in it.

(End of this chapter)