Chapter 48 Letter

Chapter 48 Letter
Just as Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were happily skipping to buy groceries, Uncle Jiu looked at Song Feng with a gloomy gaze:

"Seventh Uncle really has great magical powers..."

If resentment could be revealed, I'm afraid the resentment in Uncle Jiu is now heavier than that of a ghost.

That’s a quarter’s worth of incense!
More importantly, what is the identity of this old guy that allowed him to bribe so many ancestors by offering incense and candlelight?

Looking at Uncle Jiu's dark eyes and feeling his resentment towards him, Song Feng simply lay down on the recliner:
"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just some trivial skills, I don't deserve such praise from Uncle Jiu..."

Seeing Song Feng hiding his achievements and fame, not caring about other people's praise, Uncle Jiu almost laughed out of anger:
"what……"

But when he turned his head and saw that Si Mu was watching the fun with curiosity, Uncle Jiu snorted in his heart, then turned around and walked into the house.

Old man, we have plenty of time to play!

Look, I'm going to expose your identity and everything about you!

Si Bumu, who had been watching the excitement from the side with his eyes shining, found that his senior brother had actually suffered a loss in the fight with his seventh uncle. For a moment, he was very curious and took a chair and sat next to Song Feng:
"Speaking of which, Uncle Seven, are you going to live here forever? What is your relationship with my senior brother?"

He liked to see his senior brother trying hard to hold on even after suffering a loss; it was really funny.

Seeing Simu looking amused, Song Feng pointed at the teapot in the distance:

"uh-huh……"

Seeing Song Feng's actions, Simu took the teapot and teacup next to him very servilely, and then carefully added tea to Song Feng:

"Seventh Uncle, please tell me..."

Seeing Simu who seemed a little impatient, Song Feng did not talk about this topic, but said softly:
"Simu, your technique of combining human and spirit to control zombies must be somewhat incomplete, right?"

Hearing Song Feng say this, Simu was suddenly startled, and even jumped up with the teapot in his hand:

"...How do you know?"

Realizing that his movements were a little exaggerated, Simu then came behind Song Feng and gently patted his back:
"Seventh Uncle, you can actually tell that my soul-man-body-integration technique is incomplete. Do you know where to find a complete one?"

"This human-spirit fusion technique has helped me a lot in my work of driving corpses. Uncle Seventh, please give me a hand..."

Seeing Simu being so servile, Song Feng couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly for a moment. Maoshan is really a place that produces many talents.

In the spiritual world, any sorcerer with some achievements would not do such a shameless thing.

After all, he overestimated Simu's moral integrity.

However, it is extremely rare for a master from the spiritual world to give you a back massage.

For a moment, Song Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, then moved his shoulders:

"Hmm... use a little more force on the left side..."

After hearing Song Feng's command, Simu was even more considerate than the servant who was massaging his back:

"Seventh uncle, your muscles and bones are too stiff. Let me massage them for you. I'm not bragging, even my master praises my back-massaging skills..."

As he spoke, Simu was massaging Song Feng's back and shoulders, and his technique was truly amazing.

However, Uncle Jiu, who had just entered the house and taken out a pot of good wine from the wine storage area, was stunned when he saw this scene: "You...you are..."

Was it because of his presbyopia that he saw it wrong? How come in the blink of an eye, Simu was pinching the shoulders and pounding the back of the old man, Seventh Uncle?

Didn’t Simu always just give his master back massages?

He slightly opened one eye and glanced at Uncle Jiu who was holding a good wine. Then Song Feng looked very leisurely:
"Well, try harder. I'm struggling..."

After hearing what Song Feng said, Simu slightly increased the strength, and then increased it a little more than before:
"Seventh Uncle, is this strength okay?"

Feeling the familiar strength, Song Feng nodded slightly:

"Hmm...comfortable..."

Seeing these two people, one was massaging the back and the other was enjoying themselves, as if no one was around, Uncle Jiu's face suddenly turned dark.

Too embarrassing!

This old guy is so arrogant!

Sitting angrily at the table in the courtyard, Uncle Jiu looked at Simu with a dark face and some surprise.

This old guy is really hard to deal with, as he was able to fool Simu into this state with just a few words!

Just as Song Feng was enjoying the back massage, he heard Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai shouting outside the door:
"Master... we have bought the things... and we also have your letter here..."

"Master, look, there is a letter for you..."

As soon as they entered the door, the two people put the roast chicken, roast duck, and peanut cold dishes they bought on the table.

Then, Qiu Sheng took out a letter covered with oil from his chest:
"Master, this is a letter from your uncle!"

When Uncle Jiu heard what Qiu Sheng said, he became even more unhappy.

Looking at the greasy stains on the envelope, he could imagine his mother eating chicken legs while writing a letter to him with her greasy hands.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Qiu Sheng unhappily, and then said:
"Please hold the letter away from me and read it to me. Let me see what your useless uncle is planning to do!"

Hearing what his master said, Qiu Sheng was not surprised at all. He just found a place without grease and tore it open with some disgust, then took out the letter.

After taking a serious look at it, Qiu Sheng then summarized the contents of the letter:

"Master Uncle said that he wanted you to come over and help him do great things. He said that he wanted to take you with him to make a fortune and build a great cause for the future..."

Hearing Qiu Sheng say this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"Throw the letter aside and ignore him for now. This idle guy is just daydreaming all day long. Wait until he comes up with the specific rules!"

He was trying to make a fortune and achieve great things, but with his ability, he can't even drive a corpse properly, so how can he achieve great things?
Simu, who was helping Song Feng with his back bent, poked his head out and glanced at the grease-covered envelope with surprise:
"It's been so long, hasn't Master expelled Mom from the sect yet?"

After hearing about Simu's godly finishing move, Song Feng, who was enjoying the back massage with his eyes closed, almost laughed out loud.

Then Uncle Jiu coughed awkwardly, then he knocked on the table and said to everyone with a smile:
"Okay, let's not worry about this for now. Since everyone is here and Qiu Sheng and the others have bought some delicious food, let's celebrate properly..."

(End of this chapter)