Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Maybe she figured it out, Jingyi's previous gloomy expression disappeared, she stuck out her tongue, smiled and said sorry.

There was a sudden silence at the table. Everyone glanced at Jing Yi, then cast a questioning look at Lin Jiu. Lin Jiu just held a bowl of half-burnt rice and ate it silently. He didn't seem to be disgusted, nor did he like it, and his expression was unclear.

So he turned his gaze to Qiu Sheng who was next to Lin Jiu.

Qiu Sheng had just told him everything that happened between Jingzhi and Lin Jiu. His curiosity was stirring, and his eyes kept moving between Lin Jiu and Jingzhi.

Qiu Sheng shrugged, and seeing Jingzhi's smile gradually fading, he couldn't help but speak up to smooth things over:

"Oh, it's normal to get angry. I was just helping with the cooking. The dish was made by Jingzhi. I tasted it and it tasted great."

Wencai picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, intending to take a sip and comfort Jingzhi, whose mood suddenly became depressed again. However, after he chewed it for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Delicious!"

Simu looked skeptical, after all, there were burnt rice grains in the rice in his hand.

He picked up a piece of food with chopsticks hesitantly, and his wrists trembled like the cafeteria aunt. When there was only a small piece of green bean left on the chopsticks, he put the food into his mouth as if he was ready to die.

After chewing a few times, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, he stopped talking, and even picked up his chopsticks much faster.

As a result, the four dishes and one soup were almost eaten up by the four big men. Lin Jiu's appetite was not that strong, but he still consumed half a bowl of rice more than usual, even though the rice was burnt.

Jingzhi held the bowl and ate intermittently. She caught a glimpse of him constantly reaching for his chopsticks, and the smile on her lips slowly returned.

After the meal, Simu said with a satisfied look on his face, as he held out his slightly protruding belly:

"Ah, it's really delicious. You don't know, I walked along mountain roads this time, and the hard steamed buns and pancakes almost made me vomit."

Jingzhi smiled and said, "If you like it, you can come here more often and I will make it for you."

Simu nodded, then glanced at Lin Jiu who was drinking soup slowly, then stood up and walked to the guest room where he usually stayed.

Just as he opened the door, he suddenly turned around and said to Lin Jiu:

"Brother, I have to transport the bodies to other towns later in the night. I'm going to sleep first."

"Go."

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Simu turned back to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai and explained carefully:

"My customers, please remember to light incense for me and keep an eye on the eternal lamp. Don't forget to add oil to the lamp and don't let it go out."

Qiu Sheng was a little impatient. He casually raised his hand and said:

"I know, I know, Uncle Master. You have to tell me this every time you come. My ears are almost covered with calluses. Go to sleep, go to sleep!"

She rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'm glad you know."

……

After the meal, Qiu Shengwen took over the task of cleaning up the dishes, while Lin Jiu, as usual, went to the study to read for a while after eating.

Jingzhi felt relaxed and enjoyed the breeze in the pavilion for a while. Just after sitting for a while, she heard Wencai coming out of the kitchen, but Qiu Sheng was nowhere to be seen.

"Has your senior brother gone back to his aunt's place?"

Wencai shook his head: "I don't know. He just finished washing the dishes and disappeared."

He thought for a moment and then said, "Do you want to go with me to see my uncle's clients?"

He thought that one day she would get used to these things, so he took this opportunity to let her see more and broaden her horizons.

"Okay, let's go."

Jingzhi stood up, took a step, and landed in front of Wencai in the blink of an eye, scaring him so much that he took two steps back.

"You are really fast, so how did you get caught by my master?"

"...Stop talking nonsense and leave or not?"

If the zombie hadn't chased her all the way and she hadn't been defenseless against him, she wouldn't have been taken in so easily by him.

"……Walk."

……

"...Are you sure they won't suddenly move in the middle of the night?"

Jingzhi looked at the incense burner and the row of zombies wearing coffin robes and with yellow talismans on their foreheads, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

It’s not that I’m afraid of her, but the main thing is that she can’t be killed, and it’s easy for her to get entangled with me, which is really annoying.

At this time, a gust of night wind blew in gently from the door, and the yellow talismans on their foreheads fluttered gently, revealing the pale and gloomy faces and purple lips of these corpses.

In silence, he took two quick steps and quickly closed the door.

The talismans on their heads are similar to the talismans that Afeng used to hold her in place at that time. They should have the same function, but they must not be blown away by the wind.

At this moment, Wencai brought over a handful of incense and shared it with her:

"Hey, help me, put three sticks into the incense burners on the side of each coffin. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can call it a day."

Jingzhi took the incense and silently looked at the dozen or so coffins on the left side of the room. She asked curiously:

"Have these bodies been lying here forever?"

Wencai lit a bunch of incense for a dozen of his uncle's clients and said, "Brothers, it's time to eat." Then he turned around and slowly explained to her:

"Of course not. Some families think it's too unlucky to keep their deceased relatives at home, so they leave them with us. After the seventh day, they will come and take the bodies away themselves.

We will just receive some fees for keeping the body, and whether they want to bury or cremate their loved ones will not be our business...but there are exceptions."

Jingzhi became more and more skilled at it, and in a short while he arrived in front of a slightly tattered coffin.

"What exception?"

Wencai turned around, pointed at the coffin in front of her and said:

"Sometimes, Master is kindhearted and will pick up some unclaimed corpses and keep them for 49 days before burying them, like the one in the coffin in front of you."

Jingzhi said "oh", picked out three incense sticks and was about to insert them into the incense burner, but found nothing.

"Wencai, doesn't this coffin come with an incense burner?"

Wencai explained: "Incense burners are usually made by the villagers themselves. When the body is taken back, they also take the incense burner with them to be worshipped. This body has no relatives, so naturally there is no incense burner. You can just stick it in the crack of the coffin."

Jingzhi nodded, bent down to observe the side, and found that there were indeed a few burnt incense sticks in the gap.

She picked up three and inserted them carefully, then imitated Wencai and called out, "Brother, it's time to eat." Then she slowly stood up and walked towards the next coffin.

"Shh!"

what sound?

Jingzhi immediately turned his head to look.

Huh?

Did she just light some incense?

Jingzhi blinked hard and even rubbed his eyes a few times, thinking he was dreaming.

However, the scene before her was so real that she had to believe it.

So she took a deep breath, mustered up her courage and walked towards the broken coffin again.

This time, she inserted three more incense sticks without hesitation.

Just before she turned around, she heard a "swish" sound, and the three incense sticks that had just been inserted disappeared into the coffin in an instant as if attracted by some mysterious force.

Jingzhi widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Only dark pink incense ash was scattered all over the ground, and a lingering fragrance was still lingering in the air.

In an instant, a chill rushed up from the soles of her feet like an electric current, all the way to her spine.

Jingzhi couldn't help but shudder, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart:

Could it be... that the ownerless corpse in the coffin is holding a grudge and has turned into a terrifying evil spirit?

Thinking of this, she swallowed involuntarily, and her throat made a slight "gulp" sound.

Although she was a little scared, her strong curiosity was like a naughty kitten, constantly scratching her heartstrings.

She reached out her hand cautiously and slowly held the lid of the coffin.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind and gently pushed the coffin lid, revealing a narrow gap.

However, before she could peek inside, suddenly, a pale, bony skeleton hand covered with spider silk suddenly jumped out from the gap and grabbed her hand.

The icy touch made her tremble all over and her heart almost stopped beating.

In terror, she almost broke her hand, and finally managed to shake off the crackling skeleton hand.

Just when she breathed a sigh of relief, another equally pale and bloodless hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin and grabbed her wrist with lightning speed.

Jingzhi was frightened twice in a row, so frightened that her cat ears popped out. A pair of fluffy cat ears stuck tightly to her head, and her upright ears were scared into airplane ears.

She gritted her teeth and pulled her hand back with all her strength, but perhaps because the coffin was broken, it shattered into pieces before she could exert much strength.

Before she could react, a zombie wearing official uniform suddenly jumped out of the broken coffin and pounced on her at lightning speed.

"Ho..."

Seeing that his neck was about to be strangled, Jingzhi's pupils shrank and he bent down to avoid the attack in an instant.

The loud noise also scared Wencai, who was standing next to him, so much that he shuddered and bumped into the table behind him.

As the table moved, the wick of the eternal lamp suddenly shook and slowly fell into the lamp oil.

The candlelight from the eternal lamp gradually dimmed, and the corpses behind the table began to sway slowly as if they were out of control. As the arc of their swaying became larger and larger, the yellow talismans on their heads began to flutter and lose their stickiness.

Jingzhi slid sideways and passed under the other coffins, avoiding the attack of the zombie just now. Then he saw Wencai took the yellow talisman on the table and walked behind the zombie eagerly.

The zombie seemed to know that there was someone behind him. He suddenly turned around with his arms straight and pushed Wencai onto the table.

With a loud bang, Wencai rolled to the ground. He stretched out his hand towards Jingzhi, holding a wrinkled piece of talisman paper, trembling, and cried out:

"You're good at fighting, put your hands on his forehead and freeze him!"

Jingzhi did not take it. She looked at the talisman paper with some fear. Before she could finish her explanation, the zombie dragged Wencai's feet and jumped into the side of the house.

"I can't touch it, find a chance to stick to it!"

As she spoke, she quickly grabbed Wencai's hand that was not holding the talisman, trying to pull him back. However, the zombie was quite strong, and for a moment, Wencai was dragged around on the ground like a mop by the man and the zombie.

At this moment, Wencai, who inadvertently raised his head, suddenly let out a scream, and his old face turned paler than the wall.

"Ah!! Zombies!"

Jingzhi gritted her teeth and used both hands to pull him back to the bottom of the coffin like pulling a carrot. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief and said:

"I know. Isn't this saving you?"

At this moment, the zombie squatted down and looked at the two people lying under the coffin with a sinister laugh:

"Hehe, you're scared, right?" He spit out the two rows of dentures in his mouth and put them in his hands, grinning mischievously again:

"It's me, Qiu Sheng!"

At this moment, Qiu Sheng saw their frightened eyes looking straight behind him.

Suddenly, a bean of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Qiu Sheng felt a chill on the back of his neck. He rolled sideways and barely avoided the sharp claws of a zombie. When he stood up from half squatting, he found that the customers who had been standing neatly had somehow all "woken up" and attacked him!