Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

At this time, Qiu Sheng was bending over, carefully holding a coal tongs and collecting the ashes of Old Master Ren outside the yard.

Tingting, who was inside the house, was tidying up the messy tables and chairs in the front hall with swift hands and feet.

On the other side, Jingzhi, with a helpless look on her face, pushed Wencai back into the big bathtub filled with hot water and glutinous rice.

Looking at Wencai soaking in the water, she sighed and said:

"Hey, why are you so unlucky? You always get hurt in these two places. Look at your hands. Can you still move them?"

Wencai heard this and slowly raised his hands. After feeling it carefully, he replied weakly:

"It's... it's okay, it doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Hearing this, Jingzhi couldn't help but shook his head:

"Have you forgotten what your master said? If you can't feel the pain now, it's dangerous. Only when you feel the pain does it mean you're almost healed!"

Fortunately, she had made preparations in advance and had always kept the snake she had used to make the antidote for Wencai.

She hurriedly picked up the basket beside her and, without hesitation, shook all the snakes inside into the bathtub.

The snakes began to twist the moment they entered the water, scaring Wencai so much that he screamed.

"Alright, stop screaming! Scrub yourself thoroughly and try to maximize the effectiveness of the medicine. By the way, where is your master? The medicine you're applying to your wound must be prepared fresh to ensure the best results."

Jingzhi frowned and turned to look for the necessary herbs and instruments as he spoke.

Wencai was wounded for the second time. His old face turned as pale as a ghost. His brows were furrowed into a frown, making him look even more decrepit.

"I, I just saw him go to the study."

Jingzhi muttered a few words softly, and no one else could hear what she said. After she casually placed the basket in the corner, she raised her head and said to Tingting who was packing things not far away:

"Tingting, wait a minute! Please help me trim the burnt hair on the back. I'll let Qiu Sheng take care of the rest later. Oh, look at these broken tables and chairs. They're useless now and can only be burned as firewood."

After saying that, she picked up a rattan chair with a backrest, turned it over, and sat on it with her back to the door.

When Tingting heard her voice, she was stunned for a moment, then slowly put down the table leg in her hand, staring at Jingzhi's back, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she did not speak.

Wencai, who was standing by, noticed Tingting's hesitation. He followed her gaze and looked at Jingzhi, who was fiddling with Lin Jiu's medicine bowl with great interest. Then he lowered his voice and comforted her:

"Don't be afraid of her, she's not some evil demon, she won't hurt you."

However, Tingting did not respond to Wencai's words, but just pursed her lips tightly and shook her head.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally took a step and slowly walked towards Jingzhi.

When she got closer, she picked up the scissors from the gauze, gently lifted a strand of Jing's hair that had been burnt and curled, and began to trim it carefully.

At this moment, Tingting suddenly whispered: "Sister Jingzhi, thank you..."

Jingzhi didn't look back, but just scratched the pestle and said disapprovingly:

"Little things..."

Suddenly thinking of something, Jingzhi hesitated for a moment before explaining: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, I..."

With the swish of the scissors, the curly hair fell to the ground. Tingting interrupted her:

"I understand...I won't tell anyone."

She carefully trimmed Jingzhi's hair, thought for a long time, and then suddenly said:

"Since my grandfather has passed away... then I should go back. Thank you for taking me in during this time."

The scraping sound of the pestle stopped, and Jingzhi said:

"Let Qiu Sheng take you back tomorrow. It's late today and it's not safe for you to walk alone at night."

"Ah."

At this time, Qiu Sheng came in holding a small jar.

He placed the jar on the tribute table, raised his chin towards Tingting who turned back and said:

"Hey, your grandfather's... that thing, I picked it up for you."

Jingzhi turned back slightly, glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and said:

"She's going back tomorrow, so you can see her off tomorrow. But you have to go to the study to find your master first, otherwise your precious junior brother will be gone."

"jingle!"

Suddenly, a bell rang outside the yard.

Tingting put down the hair that had been almost trimmed in her hand and glanced towards the place where the sound came from with some fatigue.

However, this casual glance made her terrified in an instant, and she couldn't help but scream:

"what!!!"

The sudden high-decibel scream scared Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai so much that they quickly covered their ears with their hands.

Jingzhi quickly turned around, quickly reached out to cover Tingting's mouth, and whispered in her ear:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. That's Uncle Jiu's junior fellow apprentice, Taoist Simu. Those zombies are all Taoist Simu's 'clients'. They are all under his control. They won't hurt us."

Despite Jingzhi's comfort, the fear in Tingting's eyes had not completely dissipated. Her body was still trembling slightly, and she said in a trembling voice:

"Cut, cut..."

Upon hearing this, Jingzhi gently lifted the hair that was hanging behind her head to the front and took a quick look.

Alas, after all this trouble, my hair that originally reached my waist is now only a little bit to the middle of my back.

She sighed helplessly, patted Tingting's shoulder gently, and said softly:

"You've been busy all day and didn't get enough rest last night. Listen to me, go to bed early, and we'll take care of the rest."

Tingting looked fearfully at the dozen or so zombies with stiff movements that were gradually jumping into the yard. Although she was still a little scared, she thought that with everyone around, nothing should happen, so she didn't refuse any more.

She nodded repeatedly and went out close to the door. As soon as she was out, she ran back to her room as fast as the wind.

Qiu Sheng shook his head resignedly, sighed, and started to pick up the broken wood pieces scattered around the room bit by bit.

Just then, Simu walked into the front hall cautiously holding a long-burning lamp.

When he saw the mess in front of him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed:

"Wow! What's the mess? Are you tearing down the house?"

As he spoke, his eyes quickly swept across the entire front hall, and finally stopped at the statue of the ancestor in the middle hall.

Seeing that the statue was still intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Simu turned to look at Jingzhi who was standing beside him and waved to her.

Jingzhi was a little hesitant and hesitated to move forward. After all, he seemed to have some opinions about her last time.

"Hey, come here, I won't take you in."

Jingzhi pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before slowly moving forward.

Three steps away from him, the car braked suddenly and stopped, then pointed to the room on the left and said:

"If you want to find your senior brother, he is in the study."

Simu groaned and said helplessly:

"I just wanted to ask you what happened."

Jingzhi blinked, sorted out the whole story in his mind, and then slowly told the story...

After talking for a while, Simu sat down with one foot on the chair, the eternal lamp placed aside, rubbing his chin with one hand and sighing:

"I've only been away for a few days, how come so many things happened?"

Jingzhi shrugged and pointed to the study on the left and said:

"Hurry up and call Uncle Jiu out, otherwise the corpse poison in Wencai's arm will spread... Oh, by the way, Taoist Priest, since you are good at driving corpses, then you must be able to treat corpse poison with ease. How about you come?"

Simu curled his lips, he stood up and stretched lazily before declining:

"Let my senior brother's apprentice come by himself! I'll go call him."

After saying this, he skillfully drove the corpses towards the morgue.

When Simu passed by the front hall again, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Jingzhi standing next to Wencai's bathtub, looking worried.

His heart moved, and he couldn't help but stop and shouted to Jingzhi:

"Jingzhi, since you have nothing to do right now, why don't you just make me something to eat?"

Jingzhi came back to his senses, turned to look at him, was stunned for two seconds, then nodded and said:

"The kitchen is out of oil, so I can't cook. I'll make you some noodles."

Simu raised his hands and said nonchalantly:

"It's all right, I'll be thankful if I can have a couple of bites of hot food. Thanks for your help!"

After saying that, he walked straight towards Lin Jiu's study.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Lin Jiu sitting at the desk, writing something.

He gave a sly laugh, lowered his footsteps and walked over stealthily.

"Hey, Brother, your Dao heart is unstable, why are you writing so many Qingxin Mantras?"

Lin Jiu didn't know how many times he wrote. The more he wrote, the more confused he became, and the more sloppy his handwriting became. He didn't even notice that Si Ke had slipped behind him.

"when did you come?"

Simu rested his chin on his head and thought for a moment before saying:

"I've been here for about half an hour now. Oh, by the way, stop writing. Jingzhi said your second disciple is about to die. Why don't you go out and check it out?"

"what?!"