Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Sure enough, Awei did not follow. Seeing that Awei was not far behind, being teased by Wencai and Qiu Sheng with a bug on the left and a stone on the right, Jingzhi smiled secretly and turned his gaze back to Lin Jiu and Ren Fa.

But Tingting's father suddenly looked embarrassed for some reason, and Lin Jiu was leaning close to his ear and saying something threatening.

She was a little curious, so when she leaned over to listen, she heard Lin Jiu say that the Feng Shui master had a grudge against Ren Fa.

Have a grudge?

Jingzhi suddenly felt her wrist tighten. She looked down and saw Tingting pinching her wrist tightly.

"what happened?"

"I don't know either. My father never told me. He just said that business has been getting worse over the past twenty years, so he wants to move the grave—ouch!"

Jingzhi glared at Awei who suddenly bumped into him:

"Push what?"

Awei looked at Qiu Sheng who was sticking to him, and Wencai who was catching up with him, and gnashed his teeth in anger.

"It's them--"

"Awei!" As soon as Ren Fa called out, Awei smiled at Tingting like an obedient dog, said sorry, and then trotted away behind Ren Fa.

Jingzhi looked at him suspiciously.

His eyes are cloudy, his smile is lewd, his steps are unsteady. Although he is tall, his limbs are weak and he has no fighting power at all. How did such a person become the captain of the security team?

Jingzhi looked at the soldiers patrolling around with guns, then turned back and asked in a low voice:

"Tingting, why does he listen to your father so much?"

Nowadays, isn’t it the boss who has a gun?

Qiu Sheng raised his chin to her and rubbed his thumb and index finger together. "Oh, of course it's this one!"

Wencai was more straightforward. He suddenly exclaimed, "I know, it's a bribe—um!" He had just said half of his words when Qiusheng covered his mouth tightly and laughed dryly at Tingting a few times.

Tingting gently tucked her bangs, which were messed up by the wind, behind her ears, glanced at her father and the lackey who followed her closely, and said a little embarrassedly:

"Don't worry about me. The charity cemetery isn't in town. Since even you know about it, I think it should have spread throughout the town. He is my cousin, and my father did... "sponsor" him."

Jingzhi and Qiu Shengwencai were stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer her.

Just then, a scream suddenly came from behind.

"Uncle Jiu, I saw it!"

The four of them looked back and saw a coffin covered with mud behind the kicked-down tombstone.

The side was shaped like a plum blossom petal, and it was indeed buried vertically.

Jingzhi walked over, pushed through the crowd, and just as she was about to get closer to take a look, a wide sleeve suddenly blocked her way.

A deep voice entered her eardrum: "The soil on the side has been dug up. Be careful not to slip in."

Jingzhi seemed not to hear, and with the breeze, his sleeves opened her body one by one.

Her nose moved slightly, and after a lifetime, she smelled the familiar sandalwood scent again. Her breathing began to become rapid, and her mood fluctuated.

She couldn't help but look up, but she saw only a little concern for ordinary people in his sidelong eyes.

As if a basin of cold water was poured over her, her rapidly beating heart quickly calmed down.

After being quiet, he took a few steps back, nodded slightly, and said okay.

She lowered her eyes, concealing her emotions, and watched indifferently as the strong man hoisted the coffin up on the hoisting wheels.

By the time the coffin was placed sideways, her heartbeat had stabilized, even two beats slower than usual.

Lin Jiu glanced at her inexplicably, then raised his voice and said to the people behind him:

"Everyone, today is the day that Ren Gongweiyong will appear again. Anyone aged 36, 22, 35, or 48, born in the year of the Rooster or the Year of the Ox, please turn away."

As soon as she finished speaking, many people in front of Jingzhi turned around in twos and threes. At this moment, she was silently calculating her age in her mind.

I don’t know if I should turn around and say that at 153 years old…

That's it.

She is probably several times older than Ren Fa's father. She won't turn around.

"Loose the rope and lift the nail!"

Following Lin Jiu's order, several strong men acted accordingly.

With a slight creaking sound, a black gas suddenly surged out of the coffin.

At this moment, several black crows suddenly flew out from the distant jungle, as if disturbed by some large beast.

The strange cackling of the bird sent chills down the spines of those in the sun.

"Ajiu, his fingers..."

"..."

Lin Jiu sighed and thought about correcting her address when he got back.

As soon as he looked into the coffin, his face immediately became serious.

Ren Fa's father was withered but not rotten. The nails on his ten fingers of his two hands placed on his abdomen were dark and purple, and had grown a lot longer. Between his tightly closed lips, two protruding fangs could be vaguely seen.

This is the prelude to zombification, Lin Jiu thought.

At this moment, Ren Fa and Ting Ting both knelt down. Ting Ting's eyes were filled with sorrow, and tears were dripping down her face. But Ren Fa suddenly wailed:

"It's all my fault for being unfilial and disturbing you, old man."

After saying that, he quickly stood up, moved closer to Lin Jiu, and said anxiously: "Uncle Jiu, can this acupoint still be used?"

Jingzhi was a little shocked:

It is true that businessmen value profit more than separation, and they can stop crying at will.

She walked forward silently and helped Tingting up, who was still kneeling on the ground and crying silently.

I thought to myself, even a bad bamboo can sometimes produce a juicy and delicious bamboo shoot.

"It's no use just skimming the surface of the water."

"What should I do?"

Lin Jiu looked at the black aura that continued to emanate from the corpse, and his heart gradually sank. "I suggest that we cremate it on the spot."

Ren Fa was anxious. Looking at his father lying there, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes:

"No, my father was afraid of fire when he was alive. You can use any method, but you can't cremate him."

Jingzhi sighed softly, feeling the complexity of human nature, and then said leisurely:

"Master Ren, you don't know, this corpse... Mr. Ren has the signs of turning into a zombie. Although I don't know much about it, I have seen a few zombies. They are extremely powerful, bite anyone they see, and are extremely difficult to kill. What do you think... do you want to reconsider it?"

Sometimes, the more you persuade someone, the more stubborn they become.

Although Ren Fa was a little scared, his deep love for his father reached its peak after Jingzhi's persuasion. He pursed his lips and shook his head.

Seeing this, Jingzhi could only shake his head at Lin Jiu, indicating that he was helpless.

After saying all the good things, Lin Jiu was helpless. He let out a breath and said to Ren Fa:

"Then let's leave it at the charity cemetery for now. I'll look for a new grave tomorrow."

Seeing that the matter was temporarily put on hold, Ren Fa waved his hand helplessly, and went back with Tingting in a bamboo sedan.

Of course, the people carrying the sedan chair were also Awei's subordinates.

All of a sudden, everyone left, leaving only the three of them, the master and his disciples, Jingzhi, and a few servants from the Ren Mansion.

Lin Jiu sent them to carry the body back to the charity cemetery, then turned back and said to the three of them:

"Set up a plum blossom incense array and tell me what it looks like."

After saying that, he walked down the mountain.

Before he had taken two steps, he saw several lonely graves covered with weeds half a man's height. He felt sorry for them and turned back to say:

"Remember to burn incense at all the graves around here before you leave."

……

After Qiu Sheng finished setting up the plum blossom fragrance array, he saw Jingzhi staring intently at his master's back. He was dressed in white clothes, and for no reason he felt a bit desolate. He pinched a handful of incense and put it in her hand, saying softly:

"Don't look anymore, my master is almost at the foot of the mountain. Here, here's the incense. From what my master just said, he'll definitely be going up the mountain again tomorrow. Let's finish our work quickly and go back to rest!"

"……it is good."

He was kind-hearted, and felt sorry for the lonely ghosts, but how come he didn't know...

Hey, forget it.

Jingzhi shook her head to get rid of those sad feelings, and carefully burned incense at each grave. If she encountered a lot of weeds, she would pull them out.

Soon, the whole mountain was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood. Just as she was about to light the last incense stick in her hand, Qiu Sheng suddenly stumbled towards her and Wencai.

He seemed to be frightened, his legs went weak and he staggered. Jingzhi and Wencai quickly held one of his arms each.

"what happened?"

Qiu Sheng's face turned pale, and he subconsciously lowered his head to look at the incense array he had set up. When he saw the incense, the blood color on his face disappeared completely.

He immediately brushed Jingzhi's hand away, staggered forward, grabbed a stick of incense and ran down the mountain, shouting as he ran:

"Oh no, go back and find the master."

Jingzhi inexplicably looked back at the direction where Qiu Sheng had just rushed towards, and saw a grave at the end of that place.

There was a portrait of a young woman pasted on the grave. She was smiling sweetly and was indeed a beauty.

In front of her grave, a fragrant smoke rose up. Through the curved and scattered smoke, Jingzhi seemed to see the curve of her mouth widen a little.

She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but it seemed nothing.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the whistling sound in my ears seemed to be mixed with the woman's faint smile.

Listening carefully, it seems not.

It's really weird.

Her eyesight and hearing have always been very good, but today...what happened?

……

"Master, Master! Something bad has happened! Ho ho..."

Qiu Sheng was out of breath and didn't dare to stay any longer. He ran straight down the mountain to the charity cemetery at the foot of the mountain. When he rushed into the front hall, he didn't see Lin Jiu. He turned around and thought to himself that his master should be in the side room where the bodies were kept.

I pushed the door open and saw that it was indeed there.

Ren Fa's father's coffin was also there.

He walked around the coffin with some fear and presented the incense to Lin Jiu.

"Master, look."

Lin Jiu took the incense, his already frowning brows tightened even more this time, and his eyes unconsciously looked behind him:

"Where are your junior brother and Jingzhi?"

When everyone arrived, Wencai was already out of breath and was holding onto the door frame with his hands covering his stomach to rest.

Jingzhi looked normal, except that her bangs were a little messy due to the wind. She lifted her skirt, revealing the pointed corners of her white embroidered shoes and a few scattered red dirt on the sides of the shoes, and slowly stepped over the threshold.

"Here I am. What happened?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender little finger to hook the hair that was blocking her eyes, and gently tucked it behind her ear, revealing her clear cat-like eyes, and looked at Lin Jiuwen indifferently.

Lin Jiu froze for two seconds before he remembered what he was about to say. He quickly looked away at the incense in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is most afraid of two short and one long...but it just happened to burn like this."