Chapter 45: Fooling

Chapter 45: Fooling

Chapter 45: Fooling

"Uh... ah..."

He opened the door and yawned softly. Then, Uncle Jiu rubbed his face gently, and then he looked more energetic.
"It was such a comfortable sleep."

However, when he turned around and looked at the grave that had been badly destroyed, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Forget it, forget it. If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. This time, getting rid of the zombies is a good thing."

However, just as he subconsciously lamented the tragic situation of his own charity cemetery, he could not help but be stunned for a moment:
"No! It's absolutely wrong! Where does this faint gloomy aura come from in the charity cemetery?"

When he thought of this, he immediately became alert. He then took out the two pomelo leaf carvings hanging from his waist and rubbed them in front of his eyes:
"Yuzuha, open your eyes!"

As he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu's eyes flashed with a gleam of light:
"brush!"

Open your third eye and observe in all directions.

All I saw was a faint negative energy in the entire charity cemetery, which looked like water without a source spreading in all directions.

"Such pure Yin energy, it doesn't seem like a ghost has arrived, nor does it seem like the Yin veins underground have erupted, but rather it feels like contact with the Yin world..."

Looking around, as the sun rose, the negative energy in the charity cemetery disappeared like bubbles in the blink of an eye.

"call……"

If he had not just clearly seen the negative energy escaping from the charity cemetery, if he had gotten up a little later, he might not have been able to find even a trace of the negative energy.

There was doubt in my heart.

Uncle Jiu was in the main room, observing in all directions.

However, he didn't find anything if he didn't observe it carefully. After careful observation, he found the fish that slipped through the net last night.

When he saw Wencai curled up on the ground and shivering in his sleep, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but slap his forehead subconsciously:
"No wonder I felt like I forgot something last night. It turns out I forgot my literary talent!"

Thinking of this, he thought for a moment, then returned to his room, took a quilt and covered Wencai with it:

"I guess it won't be cold now!"

Looking at Wencai sleeping with the quilt in his arms, Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he walked towards the courtyard, intending to find something different.

However, when he walked into the courtyard, he spotted the old figure lying on the recliner at first sight:

"...Hmm? Is it Seventh Uncle?"

Looking at him, it seemed as if he did not sleep in the room last night but stayed outside all night.

It was so cold at night that Wencai was shivering, but his seventh uncle looked like he was sleeping soundly.

For a moment, Uncle Nine looked suspiciously at Uncle Seven, who was sleeping leisurely on the recliner:

"Is it not the Seventh Uncle's doing again?"

After walking around Song Feng's recliner for a few times and observing him for a few more times, Uncle Jiu hesitated again:
"Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen. With the great master suppressing the charity cemetery, how could he allow such a reversal of yin and yang to happen?" But the problem is, in the entire charity cemetery, including those within four eyes, the only one who can hide his tricks from me is probably my seventh uncle.

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Feng slowly opened his eyes as if he had just woken up, and then looked at Uncle Jiu next to him with a smile:
"Oh? It's Uncle Jiu! Why did Uncle Jiu get up so early? You were busy for most of the night last night. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

The smiling Seventh Uncle and Ninth Uncle also smiled and said:
"Luckily I got up early this morning, otherwise I wouldn't even know when the charity cemetery was sold by you, Uncle Seventh..."

Seeing Uncle Jiu's inquiring eyes, Song Feng seemed very calm, with a kind and calm face:
"Uncle Jiu, you are joking. I am just an old man who is seriously injured and has weak blood and qi. I don't have the ability to sell the charity cemetery..."

When he said this, Song Feng patted his thigh nonchalantly, and then said leisurely:
"I have trouble walking now, but I am definitely not as powerful as Uncle Jiu imagined..."

After hearing what Seventh Uncle said, the inquiring look in Ninth Uncle's eyes seemed to have lessened a bit.

What Seventh Uncle said seems to make sense.

Putting aside his current situation, the preparations needed to reverse yin and yang are not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

Besides, given Seventh Uncle’s situation, what can he do even if the yin and yang are reversed?
However, just as he was thinking about it, he seemed to suddenly feel something and looked at his seventh uncle in front of him with great shock:

"...No! Why do I feel that the Qi and blood in your body have become much more vigorous than before?"

There is a problem, there is a big problem!

It is normal for the qi and blood in the body to deplete after being hit by the Soul-Transferring Nail. It is absolutely impossible for the qi and blood to become stronger.

If the more the soul is nailed, the stronger the blood and energy will be, then this soul-transferring nail is not an evil sorcery, but a sacred practice!
If you want to stabilize the Qi and blood in your body, or even do the opposite and make the Qi and blood become more vigorous than before.

I'm afraid there is only one possibility.

"Could it be that you, Seventh Uncle, have already taken out a soul-transferring nail?"

Looking at Uncle Nine with an incredible look in his eyes, Song Feng leaned on his crutches and then said with a smile:
"Hey, I didn't expect that Uncle Jiu would find out about this little thing. I didn't intend to make it so public. It's just a nail, so I'll just pull it out..."

Hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine was shocked, and then he carefully said to Song Feng:
"Seventh Uncle, may I take your pulse?"

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng nodded:
"My pulse is indeed a little disordered. I have always heard that Uncle Jiu is proficient in pharmacology. Maybe he can help me regulate my qi and blood..."

At the end of his speech, he simply placed his wrist on the armrest of the recliner.

Seeing that Uncle Seven allowed him to feel his pulse, Uncle Nine carefully placed his right hand on Uncle Seven's Cun, Guan, and Chi pulses:
"...Hmm? This blood and energy, this pulse, Seventh Uncle actually used his own ability to take out a soul-transferring nail!"

Incredible, really incredible!
If Seventh Uncle was in a strong state with abundant energy and blood, it would be possible for him to take out the soul-transferring nail himself.

The problem was that the seventh uncle in front of him was weak in both Qi and blood, his five internal organs were weak, and he was almost breathing in more than he exhaled.

An ordinary person would have almost died at this time, but it was incredible enough that my seventh uncle could still be alive and well with this broken body.

I didn't expect that he could actually pull out a soul-transferring nail even when his magic power was completely dissipated and his body was so weak.

“…It’s miraculous, miraculous!”

(End of this chapter)