Chapter 42 Forgot something

Chapter 42 Forgot something

Chapter 42 Forgot something

Hearing what his senior brother said, Simu nodded involuntarily, thinking about the hardships he had experienced while sleeping in the open and wandering through the mountains and forests.
"It is indeed very tiring to walk this long way. In that case, let's rest for a few more days at Brother's charity cemetery."

He paused when he said this, and then warned Qiu Sheng, who was breathing heavily, and Wen Cai, who was lying on the ground:

"You two brats, stop playing with my customers. Last time I was on business, I almost got scolded by them!"

After hearing what Uncle Simu said, Qiu Sheng, who had just caught his breath, waved his hands weakly:

"Uncle Master... I don't want to play anymore. I won't play again. My calves start to twitch whenever I hear the word zombie..."

It was too exciting. He almost lost his life several times today. If he continues to seek death, Uncle Jiu will probably break his legs first.

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Simu nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Wencai:
"...Wencai, what about you?"

However, after calling out, Wencai still huddled there, seemingly not moving at all.

"...Literary talent? Literary talent?"

Looking at Wencai's motionless figure huddled there, Uncle Jiu and the others seemed to finally react.

Then, Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng and their apprentice subconsciously looked at each other, and then they exclaimed in unison:

"…No! Wencai!" ×2
Thinking of this, the two of them hurriedly ran to Wencai's side.

Uncle Jiu moved very quickly. After approaching Wencai, he gently pressed his fingers on Wencai's neck, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Fortunately, the person is still alive..."

While Uncle Jiu was testing his body temperature, Qiu Sheng also tacitly checked Wencai's breathing, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"He's still breathing. He must have just fainted..."

However, at this moment, Qiu Sheng suddenly jumped up, and then ran away excitedly:

"Seventh Uncle is still here!!"

He ran to the corner in three or two steps, and when he came in front of Song Feng and saw that Song Feng seemed to be fine, Qiu Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then Qiu Sheng quickly came to Song Feng's side and asked about his well-being:
"Seventh Uncle, do you feel uncomfortable? Are you scared? I see you are vomiting blood. How about I make you a pot of black chicken blood-replenishing soup tomorrow?"

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, Song Feng stood up with the help of a cane and said calmly:
"There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just a small zombie. You don't have to worry too much, Qiu Sheng."

At this moment, Simu, who had just talked about brotherhood with Uncle Jiu, looked at Song Feng in surprise.

This old man is so arrogant that he can even call a zombie that is almost a flying zombie a small zombie. Isn't he afraid that his tongue will be blown away by the strong wind?
As a senior brother, Uncle Jiu undoubtedly knew his junior brother very well, so when he saw the gleam of light in Si Mu's eyes, he knew that his junior brother's thoughts were probably wandering again.

Then, he walked towards Song Feng with his eyes fixed on him, and then introduced him very seriously:
"This is my seventh uncle, a senior in the spiritual world. He is currently staying at the charity cemetery to recuperate."

After hearing what his senior brother said, Simu looked at Song Feng with some surprise.

An old veteran in the spiritual world?
Anyone who can be introduced so solemnly by the senior brother and called a senior in the cultivation world must be no ordinary person.

But why didn't he feel any flow of magic power and light of life from this old senior?

But Simu himself was a person of unconventional thinking. He knew he was wrong and naturally bowed his head and admitted his fault decisively:
"I am honored to meet Uncle Seventh. I was not polite before. Please forgive me."

Seeing Simu's sincere attitude, Song Feng didn't care about anything, but just said softly:
"It's okay, it's okay. They are all small problems." Seeing that Song Feng was so easy to talk to, Simu no longer maintained the respectful and apologetic look, and the whole person appeared somewhat natural.

However, he did not inquire too much about Song Feng. After all, his senior brother said that he was a senior in the spiritual world, and there was no magic power flowing in his body, and he said that he was recuperating here.

There might be something going on here.

His consistent style is that he will not cause trouble as long as it does not happen to him, and he lives his life happily.

So as long as Seventh Uncle doesn’t say anything, I won’t ask!

Seeing that all the people had been introduced, Uncle Jiu glanced at the dilapidated charity cemetery and the sky in the distance, then greeted the few people:
"It's getting late now, and there's no need to pack up the things in the charity cemetery so late. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Everyone is tired tonight, so wash up and rest early to refresh yourself."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Taoist Simu yawned and stretched, then pounded his back:
"I have been chasing corpses for a long time, and now I am fighting zombies here with you, Senior Brother."

"My muscles and bones are sore now that I won't be polite to you, brother. I'll go back to sleep first..."

After the words fell, Simu turned around without any politeness and walked towards the room where he usually lived.

There is no difference between my senior brother’s home and my own home.

The world is big, rest is the most important!
Seeing that Simu had left, Song Feng also walked towards his room with the cane in his hand:
"This person is just listless when he gets old..."

However, what no one noticed was that if they followed the path he took, they would definitely pass by the broken bells that fell from the zombies.

Even though Uncle Jiu was very tired at the moment, he naturally didn't have the time to observe this and that. Wouldn't it be better to take a nap during this time?

Feeling the relaxed environment around him, Song Feng couldn't help but smile.

Then, when he walked to the broken copper bell, he used the cane in his hand to gently knock on the half-broken copper hammer:

"Ding!"

A crisp sound was heard, and then the copper hammer was seen shattering instantly, revealing small green bean-sized beads inside.

Then he saw Song Feng tiptoe, and the green bead was kicked into Song Feng's sleeve.

"Whoosh!"

The whole action was so smooth that outsiders would only think that Song Feng accidentally hit the bell with the cane.

And no one in the charity cemetery really cared.

After all, apart from Uncle Jiu who knows some inside information, who would be so wary of an old man with a staggering gait?

When everyone went to rest, Uncle Jiu subconsciously glanced at the empty charity cemetery, as if he had forgotten something:
"Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. I've been busy for several days, and it's time to have a good sleep."

After he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu stretched himself and then walked towards his room with a relaxed manner.

(End of this chapter)