Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Yixiu looked confused, but he couldn't control his frantic hands.

Stretch out your hands, lift the table, and overturn it directly!
Then stand up and clap like a fool.

Coincidentally, Jingjing came out of the house and saw her master behaving strangely, "Master, what are you doing?"

Han Feng saw that the opportunity had come!

Hurry up and call Ah Qiang over.

"Master Yixiu is ill, lest he accidentally hurt Jingjing, you just go over and protect the girl, understand?"

Ah Qiang smiled and nodded, and rushed over with a stride.

Don't miss such a good performance opportunity.

Han Feng lay on the window, leaned over and squinted, staring at the opposite side carefully.

I secretly cheered for Ah Qiang in my heart.

Ah Qiang rushed in fiercely.

I happened to see Master Yixiu pulling Jingjing to dance Chacha.

He rushed forward and knocked the two away, but Yixiu got out of the way, and Jingjing was hit directly against the wall, "Jingjing, are you alright?"

"What do you say?"

Master Yixiu stretched his arms forward, rushing around like a zombie, his behavior was completely out of his control.

Seeing the other party rushing towards Jingjing again, Ah Qiang reached out to grab Yixiu, but Jingjing suddenly rushed in front of Yixiu.

It was too late for Ah Qiang to withdraw his hand.

Grabbed directly on Jingjing's chest.

"what--"

Jingjing screamed and kicked her.

The kick was unambiguous, and Ah Qiang knelt down instantly, hugging his lower body in pain.

Han Feng covered his eyes, his face full of embarrassment.

Silently pulled down the curtain, turned and went back to the house.

At this time, Uncle Simu is having a great time playing.

Master Yixiu next door, this time can be regarded as being punished.

After a while, he slapped himself.

Pull your teeth for a while.

After a while, install the pillars again.

The four eyes directly clicked on the puppet's laughter hole, and Master Yixiu's earth-shattering laughter sounded from the next door.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Master was insane, and Jingjing couldn't care less about being angry with Ah Qiang.

"Hahaha, I was tapped on the laughing acupoint, hahaha, help me relieve the acupoint."

"Oh, just hold on, I'll be right there."

Jingjing, who got the needle, stabbed Yixiu indiscriminately.

In the end, he finally solved the four-eye laugh point, and a puff of white smoke came out from the opposite puppet, which was considered to have eliminated a spell.

In the end, he swallowed a whole garlic before completely breaking free from the opponent's control.

Ah Qiang endured the pain and walked over, "Jingjing, stay away from your master, he is sick, be careful not to hurt you, but don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Jingjing just smiled coldly.

"Don't think I don't know, it must be your master who is playing tricks on my master again, saying that my master is sick, I think you are the one who is sick!"

Ah Qiang was thrown out by the girl directly.

Going back to the room in a state of embarrassment, he saw that the master was still operating on a puppet on the table, but the puppet just couldn't get up.

Only then did I realize later, "Master, it turns out that what you did was the master Yixiu who is on the opposite side!"

Without looking up, he continued to try to manipulate the puppet unwillingly, "Nonsense! If you don't punish him, how can you get along with him?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing..."

Han Feng lay down and prepared to go back to sleep.

Unexpectedly, soon, Master Yixiu from next door came to the door.

Reluctantly getting up from the bed, he stretched out his hand and patted the head of Aqiang who was sitting on the bed blankly, "Let's go out to take refuge first."

Ah Qiang looked dejected, "Brother, do you think I am useless?"

"Why can't I do it well every time?"

Han Feng jumped out of the bed, "Go, go out and hide for a while, don't worry about your business, I'll help you figure out a way later."

The two walked out one after the other.

Master Yixiu took Qingqing and came over aggressively to ask Uncle Simu to settle the score.

Outside the yard fence, Ah Qiang was sitting side by side next to Han Feng.

Inside the house.

After a crackling noise.

boom!
With a bang.

Seeing the house in front of him, a figure broke through the roof and flew towards the blue sky and white clouds.

There is also something like a rocket launcher strapped to the back.

There is smoke coming out of the ass.

Han Feng clicked his tongue secretly: This rest is really cruel.

Ah Qiang rested his chin on his hand, with a helpless expression on his face, "Senior brother, you said they are making such a fuss, how will I live in the future."

"Besides, Jingjing's misunderstanding of me is even deeper now, hey..."

Han Feng frowned.

"You are so young, how can you be so depressed all day long?"

"If you encounter something, you can't think about it so much, what should you do in the future?"

"Cheer up! You have to be positive and sunny. With a shy brow like you, which girl would like you."

Han Feng has taken this stuff, and he is the one who sighs the most every day.

As a result, I turned around.

I saw the figure in the sky smashing towards his bed.

Han Feng:! ! !
"My bed!"

Looking at the messy room, the bed boards were torn apart, and even the roof was broken.

The floor was littered with overturned furniture.

Han Feng had an urge to return to Yizhuang.

This is really crying without tears.

I meditated in my heart: small things, small things, no big deal, nothing, nothing, calm down...

Taking a deep breath, Ah Qiang took a large jar of oil and handed it to Uncle Simu.

"Smelly boy, I asked you to find the old bald donkey for the antidote, why are you here with a jar of oil?!"

"Your master and I have become like this, you still want me to cook for you?!"

Turning around in the air, the four-eyed uncle stood up with his hair standing on end.

The glasses hung crookedly on his face, as embarrassing as he could be.

Ah Qiang, "Master, you don't need to cook, just drink it."

Simu, "This...is the antidote?"

Ah Qiang nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

……

After an oolong trouble.

Han Feng looked at the dilapidated house, "Master, how can we live in this way?"

Without raising the four eyes, he said in a sharp tone, "How else can you live, clean it! Go, you and A Qiang pick up the things that can be used first, and tidy up slowly."

Han Feng was angry and funny, "Master, if that's the case, then I'll go back."

"You asked me to come here, and it's not that I have to come here."

Who is begging whom?

When Simu heard this, he became anxious immediately, "Don't, don't, uncle is just joking with you."

"Sit down, Master Uncle will clean up."

Han Feng snickered, this is more or less the same.

Han Feng was sitting at the door bored, looking at the empty space in front of him, he couldn't help but wonder when Taoist Master Qianhe and the prince of the royal family would come.

Although the four-eyed master uncle has a good environment here.

But no matter how good the environment is, these two old men can't stand the fight all day long.

Han Feng felt that his brain was buzzing non-stop.

If he stayed like this any longer, he was really afraid that he would suffer from a nervous breakdown.

At this time.

Not far away, a group of people appeared in the field of vision.

From a distance, the people in front seemed to be pushing a coffin forward.

The person behind is carrying a person.

Han Feng's heart beat violently, and his heart was ecstatic!
Great, isn't this the Daoist Qianhe and the others?
Finally waited.

Looking forward to the stars and looking forward to the moon, I finally look forward to you.

"Uncle! Uncle, come out!"

Simu hurried out from the house, "What's wrong, Afeng?"

"Who do you think that is?"

The four-eyed uncle stared at the yellow sedan chair, and the people who carried the airs were all people from the imperial court.

The person sitting on the sedan chair at the back, wearing a yellow robe, looks like a royal!

Master Yixiu also came out of the house.

The two went up one after the other.

"Qianhe! Hehe, it's Junior Brother Qianhe!"

"Brother!"

"Master Yixiu!"

"Master Qianhe, Amitabha!"

These people look very familiar at first glance.

Taking advantage of the gap between the greetings of several people, Han Feng had already strolled to the side of the coffin. Looking at the coffin tied up with ropes, Han Feng couldn't help stretching out his hands to cover the coffin.

The evil spirit above shocked Han Feng immediately!
"Hey! What are you doing!"

"Get up, get up, get up!"

"This coffin is something you can touch casually?!"

The sissy black steward at the back immediately reprimanded her.

Upon hearing this, several officers and soldiers came over immediately and pushed Han Feng aside politely.