Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Although there are no zombies in this era, there are gangs.

When Jingzhi thought that Zhu Jiu's brothers and nephews might have their hands and feet chopped off, his brows furrowed so much that they could almost pinch a fly to death.

Zhu Jiu had a smooth life for half of his life, and the only two flaws in his life were those two idiots.

I bought some snacks on the side of Jing Road, took a taxi, and headed straight to Macau.

Unexpectedly, before entering the station, I saw A Xiang standing alone at the station entrance, reaching out to grab a foreigner's umbrella.

"Hey, Ah Xiang, what are you doing?"

There were buses coming and going here, and Jingzhi couldn't get through for the time being. She counted down the seconds of the traffic light while looking at Axiang.

Unexpectedly, after the green double-decker bus in front of her drove away, she saw A Xiang being pushed to a trash can on the side of the road by a foreigner.

Why is it so useless?

Didn’t Zhu Jiu teach him martial arts?

Yesterday she saw Zhu Jiu climbing the wall very skillfully.

"Hey...Second Uncle!"

Halfway through calling, Jingzhi saw a familiar face standing behind Axiang. Her eyes lit up and she jumped across the street and waved, "Second Uncle!"

Zhu Jiu glanced at her, then looked at this useless nephew, and was extremely angry.

"Go and beat him!"

Ah Xiang looked at the tall and strong foreigner across from him and said timidly, "I, I can't beat him."

Zhu Jiu shoved his umbrella behind him and pushed him forward, "Go! Don't embarrass our Zhu family!"

Ah Xiang was pushed in front of the foreigner and showed off two tricks. "Ah Da~ Guess you're really good at kung fu~"

Foreigner: Chinese kongfu?

He kicked Ah Xiang in the heart, and he was immediately kicked three meters away, and fell back to the trash can with a bang.

"I said I couldn't beat him."

Jingzhi ran over and wanted to help, but Zhu Jiu waved his hand and pushed her aside, "You don't have to do anything."

He pursed his lips, pulled up the soft-as-mud Ah Xiang with one hand, and kicked Ah Xiang's heel, using the force to counter the foreigner who rushed in front of him, kicking him back repeatedly.

Then came another smooth series of moves, which sent the foreigner flying.

That’s why they say don’t mess with people wearing Tang suits and holding black umbrellas.

Jingzhi kept applauding Zhu Jiu.

Looking at her sparkling eyes, Zhu Jiu's face looked gloomy.

Ah Xiang, on the other hand, rubbed the back of his head and said proudly, "Haha, I'm not that good~"

"I'm not talking about you!" Jingzhi ran to the corner and picked up the dark green oil-paper umbrella and handed it to Zhu Jiu, "Second Uncle, Ah Xiang was trying to snatch this umbrella from someone just now. I saw it."

Ah Xiang pointed at Jing Zhi and gritted his teeth, "Hey—you! You actually told tales!"

Zhu Jiu's hand touched the oil-paper umbrella and his fingertips paused slightly.

"This umbrella has a very strong negative energy." Zhu Jiu knocked away Ah Xiang's hand that was pointing at Jingzhi and asked with a stern face:

"Where did this umbrella come from?"

Facing Zhu Jiu, Ah Xiang's arrogance disappeared completely. He shrank his neck and said, "Second Uncle, this is mine, please give it back to me."

You don't want to tell me, right? Then don't blame him for confiscating it.

"It's just what I need. Come back with me."

Zhu Jiu called out his troops and generals, and called out Jingzhi again. When he looked at her, his expression softened slightly:

"Don't go with them from now on. If you have anything to say, discuss it with me first."

"Second Uncle, how could you say that about your own nephew?"

Ah Xiang still seemed a little unconvinced.

Zhu Jiu calmly turned around and looked at him, "Really? Then tell me, why did you come out? And where is your third uncle? Where did he go?"

A Xiang was speechless after being asked this question.

Gambling cannot be discussed.

You can’t tell me if you lose the bet.

He was kicked out by his girlfriend's parents and forced to break up, so he was too embarrassed to talk about it.

A Xiang simply lowered his head and followed Zhu Jiu onto the bus home.

The first floor was already full of people. The three of them held the railing and went up to the second floor of the bus. The top was open and there were only a few people sitting sparsely.

In order to avoid transferring the excessive negative energy to others, Zhu Jiu walked towards the last row of empty seats on the bus.

Before she had time to stroll around the city center, Jingzhi got on the bus, but she was also very happy.

Only after losing such a peaceful moment do we know how to cherish it more.

She sat at the side, resting her left elbow on the high handrail, watching the city scenery passing by at high speed.

Occasionally, when passing under the overpass, the bright and dark shadows could not take away the relaxation and joy in her eyes.

The three of them were silent for a long time. Zhu Jiu couldn't help but start the conversation, "You look so happy. Did you find a job?"

Jingzhi turned around and smiled at him.

"Well, I'm a teacher at a calligraphy training class. It's not far from your house. I have to go there tomorrow morning."

Zhu Jiu knocked away the fat hand on his left side that was sneakily touching his thigh with the intention of stealing the umbrella, and said to Jingzhi with a faint smile:

"That's fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but change his expression. He turned around and scolded Ah Xiang: "Look at him! Look at yourself!"

Ah Xiang: "I think I'm okay. At least I'm healthy... Oh, Uncle, can you give me some more pocket money?"

Zhu Jiu pinched his brows, wishing he could hang Ah Xiang up and beat him. "Impossible! From today on, you will be responsible for your own expenses. I won't give you a penny!"

Well done!

Jingzhi clapped secretly.

No matter how rich Zhu Jiu was, he couldn't afford to spend so lavishly as these two gamblers.

……

After returning home, Zhu Jiu immediately took an umbrella and went straight to the ancestor on the third floor.

He placed the umbrella beside the incense table, lit a stick of incense for the ancestor, and then turned to Ah Xiang and said:

"I'm going to the bathroom, don't move!"

Looking at Zhu Jiu and Jingzhi entering his room, A Xiang completely ignored Zhu Jiu's instructions. He picked up the oil-paper umbrella and just as he opened it, a woman in a red suit appeared beside him with a "bang".

"You wretch, how dare you abandon me! Didn't you promise to help me get revenge and notify my sister?!"

Ah Xiang wanted to stick the umbrella into her mouth. He hissed and said in a low voice with a bitter face:

"Shao Shao, this time it really wasn't me. You saw it too. It was my third uncle who threw it. You were my elementary school classmate. How could I be so cruel?"

The female ghost, Shao Shao, glanced at Ah Xiang and said, "That's better. You have to help me get revenge, otherwise I will keep pestering you."

"Who are you bothering?" A pleasant female voice sounded from behind her.

Shao Shao looked surprised and turned around to ask:

"Can you see me?"

A Xiang was also surprised. Everyone in their Zhu family had some background in Taoism, so they could see ghosts.

How could this woman see this? Did she have yin-yang vision?

The one who was more shocked than the two of them was Jingzhi.

When she saw Shao Shao's face, she was first overjoyed, and then very sad.

His eyebrows drooped and his mouth pursed. In just a second, he let out a howl and rushed towards Shao Shao while crying loudly.

"Zhe Gu?! I just saw you, why are you dead???"

"Who is it! Who killed you? I'm going to chop him into pieces! Wuuuuuu, my...hiccup...good sugarcane girl!!"