Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

As the two vermilion doors opened, a yin energy that ordinary people could not see suddenly rushed out from inside.

Lin Jiu and Jingzhi frowned at the same time.

The first thing that catches your eye is the huge character "dragon" in the middle of the main hall.

Then everyone's attention was attracted by the coffins hanging on iron frames on both sides.

"Well placed, all are hung up."

Lin Jiu praised casually and walked in with big strides. He secretly looked at the coffins, trying to find out where the evil spirit came from.

At this moment, Jingzhi's voice suddenly came from the innermost part of the lobby:

"Uncle Jiu, I'm here!"

When Lin Jiu heard this, he quickly walked over.

When he saw the coffin with one end loose and the other on the ground, his eyebrows stood up and he turned around and asked the Marshal who was following behind him:

"Who's lying here?"

Marshal: "My dad."

Lin Jiu waved to Jing Zhi who was standing opposite the coffin, asking her to come over. Then he sighed and said to the Marshal:

"It's turned into a zombie."

The Marshal was skeptical and quickly called a few of his men over. He raised his chin towards the tilted coffin and said, "Go! Open the lid and take a look."

When these subordinates heard that the Marshal's father had turned into a zombie, they were terrified.

But the order had been given, so who would dare to disobey? They had no choice but to move forward tremblingly. There were six of them in total, three on each side, to push the coffin lid.

As a result, the six people's faces turned red and they tried their best, but the lid didn't move at all.

Lin Jiu seemed to have known this would happen. He stood not far away with his hands folded across his chest, and said calmly:

"The coffin is sucked by the corpse's qi. It can't be opened in broad daylight."

This sentence was like a pardon. The six men immediately let go and saluted the Marshal. "Report to the Marshal, we can't open it."

Then they scattered.

Seeing such a suspenseful scene, the Marshal believed Lin Jiu most of it. He took two steps closer, looked at the coffin and said:

"Hey, come to think of it, what does my illness have to do with my dad?"

"Your father's coffin was contaminated with corpse qi, so he turned into a zombie. You were injured by him, so you were poisoned by the corpse."

At this moment, Qiu Sheng seemed to have a seizure. He walked forward and groped for the Marshal's coffin, sniffing mischievously, as if he wanted to suck away the corpse gas in the coffin.

"Snapped!"

Jingyi slapped him on the head, "Hey, are you sick? Still playing!"

She turned back and asked Lin Jiu, "What should we do then?"

Lin Jiu had recently become increasingly annoyed at her closeness to Qiu Sheng, so he pulled her sleeve and hid behind him. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then suggested to the commander next to him:

"After dark, we'll lure him out. Zombies will attack their loved ones first, so they'll chase you and bite you. Then we'll seize the opportunity to capture them, pull out their teeth, grind them into powder, and give them to you to drink..."

While Lin Jiu was talking to the Marshal, Jingzhi and Qiu Sheng behind him squatted down and studied the broken hemp rope on the ground.

Logically speaking, the hemp rope used to tie the coffin is three fingers thick and will not break easily.

She picked up two pieces of torn hemp rope on the ground and whispered to Qiu Sheng:

"Look at this broken cut. Does it look like it was cut by a knife?"

Qiu Sheng took it and looked at it. He saw that the broken part of the hemp rope was flat and neat, and it was obvious that it was not a natural break.

He cried out and was about to tell the marshal, but Jingzhi immediately covered his mouth.

Lin Jiu glanced at the two people facing each other, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"Keep your voice down. The Marshal will definitely not joke about his father. Once this is over, we'll tell Ah Jiu and ask him how to deal with it."

Qiu Sheng nodded, made a zipper gesture to his mouth, and laughed again.

He was really good at being a mean person, and Jingzhi couldn't help but slap him again.

So the two of them started fighting there.

Lin Jiu's brows were twisted into a shape of a "川" (Chuan) character. Just as he was about to go over to stop him, he suddenly felt a stomachache.

While people were fighting, Jingzhi, whose heart was on Lin Jiu, noticed it immediately.

She stopped and immediately leaned over, "Stomachache?"

Lin Jiu was extremely embarrassed. He held his stomach and nodded slightly, then quickly turned his head and asked the Marshal:

"Where is the toilet?"

Jingzhi sighed, she knew this would happen.

So she took out some toilet paper from her bag and handed it to him.

Lin Jiu took the toilet paper and trotted towards the side door that the Marshal mentioned.

When he thought that his dignity and face were all gone, he just opened the door -

Bang bang bang!

Several bullets hitting the door frame instantly forced him back into the house.

Jing Zhi angrily asked the Marshal, "What do you mean?"

The Marshal stroked his sleek beard, chuckled a few times, and then said:

"How do I know if Douchiying really has a stomachache? No one is allowed to leave until you cure me!"

Jingzhi: “You!”

Jingzhi thought to himself, he and his brother Awei are really good at using their power to oppress others. It's really annoying.

The other end.

Lin Jiu's stomach felt like it was churning incessantly at this moment.

He seized the opportunity and while she was arguing fiercely with the Marshal, he quickly picked up a spittoon and ran to the corner.

Just when he was about to unbutton his pants to solve the urgent problem, he found that Jingzhi had ended the verbal battle with the Marshal and was now looking at him with a worried look on his face.

This sudden eye contact made Lin Jiu blush instantly.

Seeing this, the general on the side immediately let out a long "Yo Ho", his face full of gloating expression, and he shouted: "Hey, now there will be a good show to watch!"

Hearing this, Jingzhi gritted her teeth in anger. She glared at the Marshal fiercely and began to look around.

Soon, her eyes fell on the altar not far away.

Jingzhi walked forward quickly, dismantled the square tabletop, and quickly handed it to Lin Jiu, saying softly:

"Don't be shy, I'll stay away from you."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked diagonally with decisive steps. In a blink of an eye, she was far away from where Lin Jiu was, leaving him enough private space.

Even so, Lin Jiu's face was still as red as a ripe apple. After all, this situation was really embarrassing.

And the more you want to hold back on this kind of thing, the harder it is to hold it back.

Only a series of crackling sounds were heard, and Lin Jiu finally couldn't hold it in and started to have diarrhea.

Jingzhi immediately turned around and sighed softly.

If I had known earlier, I would have transferred some spiritual energy to his lower abdomen. Now it’s too late.

At this moment, a gurgling sound came from behind.

"It's bad, it must be because of the sashimi just now!"

It was Qiu Sheng's panicked voice, mixed with Wencai's constant cries of pain, followed by a series of crackling sounds.

In just a few seconds, the whole house was filled with a foul smell. Jingzhi immediately took out the handkerchief she was carrying and covered her mouth and nose.

At this moment, she didn't know where the two guys were. She didn't dare to turn her head, so she could only quickly raise her voice and ask:

"You all got caught?"

Wencai shouted in a hollow voice towards the northwest corner: "Sister Jingzhi, do you have any more paper? It's no use, it's happening again!"

Jingzhi: “…Tsk.”

She pricked up her ears, using the occasional fart sounds to identify their location, and asked:

"Qiu Sheng, is Wencai with you?"

Qiu Sheng ate the most and was running around so fast that he had no time to talk at all.

Lin Jiu lost face in front of his sweetheart and was so ashamed that a hint of death appeared on his face. He wanted to pack up his bags and move to another planet to live. He didn't dare to say a word.

Wencai looked at the two silent people on his right, and said to Jingzhi in the corner with a bitter face:

"We are both with the master. Please throw the paper to me and I will catch it... Senior brother will catch it..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw his senior brother, Qiu Sheng, shaking his head frantically. He was squatting on a porcelain bottle, and his lips were turning pale from pulling so hard.

Wencai panicked a little, so he turned his eyes to his only savior, Lin Jiu, and said without thinking:

"You throw it over here, Master will catch it!"

Lin Jiu glared at him fiercely, cursing countless times in his heart. He wanted to pull up his pants and give Wencai a beating on the spot.

Wencai said a few words. After Jingzhi determined his location, he crumpled up a large piece of paper, shook his wrist, and threw it back with a clever move.

Even though Lin Jiu's legs were weak from the stretch, he was still agile. He formed his five fingers into claws, reached out, and caught the paper ball steadily. He divided it into two halves and handed them to his two useless disciples. His expression returned to the dejected look he had just had.

Lin Jiu: ...I want to curse and run away.

……

The entire ancestral hall is about ten meters long. If you draw a diagonal line, according to the Pythagorean theorem, it should be at least twenty meters long.

The Marshal saw Jingzhi's frail appearance and was surprised that she could throw a soft ball of paper and make it break through the air without even falling apart. He immediately determined that she was a master.

As time passed, he looked at the darkening sky outside the window and the three busy masters and apprentices, and began to panic.

So, he jumped every three steps, shook every five steps, and sweated profusely. He came up to Jingzhi and asked with trembling lips:

"Hey, are zombies scary?"

Jingzhi leaned against the pillar with her arms folded, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. "It has a green face and fangs, and it's incredibly powerful. It's going to suck all your blood the moment it comes out. Don't you think it's scary?"

Jingzhi's words frightened the Marshal so much that his legs and feet went weak. He turned around and quickly glanced at the coffin that was only a few meters away from him. "I, I don't want to stay here anymore. I'm going out first. You guys can just catch me!"

Before he could finish his words, he took two steps at a time and tried to sneak out through the side door in front of him.

Before he had taken two steps, Jingzhi was quick-witted and picked up the two broken ropes on the ground. In the blink of an eye, he tied the Marshal to the side of the iron frame, facing his father's coffin.

"Why are you running? You still want to lure your father out. What if he doesn't come out after you leave?"

At this moment, the sound of three somewhat shaky footsteps came from behind. Jingzhi turned around and saw Lin Jiu and the other two walking towards him with pale lips.

"How are you?"

Lin Jiu didn't dare to meet her gaze at all. He fixed his eyes on the Marshal and said unhappily:

"I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

Jingzhi agreed, "Yes, yes, Uncle Jiu is very skilled in Taoism, so catching zombies is a piece of cake for him. Just be quiet for a while."

After saying that, she took the black coat from Lin Jiu's hand and reached out to cover his lower abdomen.

Just as his hand was halfway up in the air, Lin Jiu held it down. He glanced at the other three people obscurely, then lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing?!"

Jingzhi blinked, pointed at the coffin behind him and said:

"I'm here to heal your stomach. Otherwise, who will deal with the zombies when they come out? I'm quick at setting fire, but aren't you going to pull out his teeth?"

The position of the lower abdomen was so special that Lin Jiu refused no matter what and kept saying that it was not necessary.

Not long after he finished speaking, his stomach started rumbling again.

"Again?"

Jingzhi was a little surprised, but in just a second, it turned into deep worry.

If we continue like this, it will be disastrous.

Just when she wanted to chase after him to treat him, Qiu Sheng and Wencai had already unbuttoned their pants and rushed over.

Don't look at anything inappropriate.

She tutted and quickly turned back to her old seat.

At this moment, the coffin a few steps in front of the Marshal suddenly made a "bang" sound, and the lid opened a crack.

Before she turned around, the lid was suddenly blown away by the corpse gas surging out from inside.

"Hey hey hey, let me go!"