Uncle Jiu's little zombie: learn a magical power every day

After Lin Yi followed Uncle Jiu out of Baoxiangzhai, they went straight to the charity cemetery outside the town.

The sun was shining brightly in the town, but once we entered the woods, we could clearly feel that the atmosphere had become much darker.

Maybe it's because the sun is setting and there's not enough light.

The path in the forest seemed very secluded, and occasionally one could hear strange rustling sounds coming from the woods on both sides, as if something was hiding in the dark, secretly spying on the people walking on the path.

Finally arrived at the charity cemetery!

The feeling of being watched also disappeared.

Lin Yi looked at the charity cemetery in front of him.

This charity cemetery looks like it's been around for quite some time.

Imagine an old, ancient building standing alone in the wilderness, surrounded by weeds and wild, overgrown trees.

It's getting dark soon, and it's eerily quiet here.

Such a scene, coupled with the ink-black door.

The imagery is really impactful.

Uncle Jiu pushed the door open.

With a creaking sound, it seemed as if another world opened up.

On the lounge chair in the yard, a guy with a mushroom head was lying and snoring.

Next to the lounge chair was a square stool with a plate of peanuts and sunflower seeds on it, a pot of tea, and peanut and sunflower seed shells scattered all over the floor.

This is Wencai. He is obviously in his early twenties, but he looks like he is forty. Standing next to Uncle Jiu, he looks older than Uncle Jiu!

I don’t know what he dreamed about, but this guy laughed in a very obscene way, and his saliva wet his clothes on his chest.

Uncle Jiu had a dark face, put his hands behind his back, walked to the recliner, and looked down at Wencai.

This guy has average talent and is destined to have no future in cultivation, so Uncle Jiu doesn't have high requirements for his literary talent.

As long as I can learn some skills and be able to look after the charity cemetery, and take over the charity cemetery in the future, I will have a skill to make a living and won't have to beg for food in the future.

It's a pity that this Wencai is not only unmotivated and uninspired, but also lazy and lustful, leaving Uncle Jiu with no way to deal with him.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Mmmmm~"

Wencai waved his hand, pushed away Uncle Jiu's hand, turned over, smacked his lips a few times, and then continued to sleep.

Seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, Uncle Jiu shook his head, picked up the teapot beside him, and poured the tea on Wencai's head.

"Ah! Qiu Sheng, you little bastard."

Wencai woke up instantly, wiped the tea off his face with his sleeve, and got up from the recliner.

Then he seemed to be frozen, staring at Uncle Jiu in a daze.

"Teacher, master!"

"Master, why are you back?"

Wencai was possessed by the master of face-changing, and instantly his face was full of smiles, he was servile and looked like a good boy.

"Life is pretty leisurely, huh!"

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows, looking like he was smiling. He didn't say anything harsh, but Wencai was frightened to the point of being bitter.

It’s over, it’s over. The master caught me being lazy. I’m dead now!

"I was told to work harder, and this is how you do it?"

"I ate and drank, and slept soundly."

Every time Uncle Jiu spoke, Wencai lowered his head three inches, wishing he could hide it in the cracks of the ground.

"Hmph! Have you slept enough?"

"I've slept enough, I've slept enough!"

Wencai nodded repeatedly.

"Then put your things away and go cook!"

"Okay, okay, go cook!"

Wencai felt as if he had been pardoned and began to pack his things quickly.

He quickly put the recliner and stool back in place, then ran to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Your uncle Simu is coming tonight, so cook something sumptuous!"

"I understand, Master!"

Wencai's voice came from the kitchen.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of dishes falling and shattering all over the floor.

Uncle Jiu's expression froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

This brat is so clumsy and there's really no hope for him.

"Master, smoke!"

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was about to get red and smoke, Lin Yi quickly took out his pipe and skillfully filled it for Uncle Jiu.

"call!"

He exhaled a puff of smoke.

Uncle Jiu had obviously recovered.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. What kind of people have I accepted as my disciples?

Little zombies are still the best. They are well-behaved and obedient, and can be relied upon at critical moments.

After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, Uncle Jiu took Lin Yi into the morgue.

"Well, there aren't many rooms in this funeral home, but there are plenty of coffins. Pick one."

Uncle Jiu said to Lin Yi.

The morgue was filled with coffins and ossuaries lined the walls.

The place with incense burning in front is occupied. If there is no incense burner and no incense burning, it is empty.

Lin Yi scratched his head and looked at Uncle Jiu, "Master, I don't like sleeping in a coffin now. Can I sleep on a bed?"

Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "I've been pissed off by those brats. Then you can sleep with Wencai tonight. That kid doesn't sleep well at night, so if you're not used to him, let him sleep on the floor."

A charity cemetery is a place for burying the dead. There is usually only one caretaker, or two at most. Who has ever seen a family of five or six people looking after a charity cemetery?

Therefore, there are very few guest rooms in places like Yizhuang!

Apart from the caretaker, only the corpse-driver passing by would stay overnight.

However, corpse drivers deal with corpses all year round and do not sleep separately from their clients at night, so they all stay in the morgue. If there is a coffin, they sleep in the coffin, if there is no coffin, they sleep on wooden boards, and the worst case scenario is to sleep on the floor.

Wencai's bed was in the morgue, separated from the coffins by a wall made of bamboo.

Lin Yi is a zombie. He used to sleep in a coffin, but now he is very satisfied to have a bed to sleep on.

But I have to say that Uncle Jiu really trusted him and even let him, a zombie, share a bed with Wencai.

I didn't treat him as a zombie at all.

……

It was getting later and later, the moon was hanging high in the sky, and Wencai finally finished preparing dinner.

As soon as the food was served on the table, I heard a faint ringing sound, which seemed to be there and not there.

Ring ring ring——

"Yin people go on the road, Yang people stay away!"

Ring ring ring——

Uncle Jiu's ears twitched slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

"Wencai, go open the door, your uncle Simu is coming!"

"Oh!"

Wencai, who had been hungry for a long time, ran to open the door with a smile on his face.

Uncle Jiu stood up, put away his smile, and walked towards the door.

Lin Yi naturally followed behind.

The threshold for entering the charity cemetery is very high, in order to prevent the clients inside from coming back to life.

Friends who often pretend to be dead know that when they first pretend to be dead, their movements are limited and they cannot jump high or far.

With this high threshold blocking the way, it is generally impossible to escape.

Lin Yi climbed over the threshold using his hands and feet, and stood beside Uncle Jiu, looking at a figure that seemed hazy and looming in the foggy forest path in the distance.

Ring ring ring——

The clear ringing sound of the Sanqing Bell pierced through the darkness and fog, and then, a uniform banging sound came.

Not long after, Taoist Simu arrived at the door of the charity cemetery with banners and flags, lighting lanterns and ringing bells, and scattering paper money.

"Okay, stand still!"

boom!

Eleven customers wearing the official uniforms of the Shuqing Dynasty, with dark and gray faces, talismans on their foreheads, arms stretched out, and shoulders folded in front of their heads, stopped and followed the slogans of Taoist Simu.

"Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

"long time no see!"

Having not seen each other for a long time, the two brothers seemed a little excited and had genuine smiles on their faces.

Wencai followed behind and laughed foolishly.

Now that my uncle-master is here, I should be able to avoid being caught for being lazy.

My master is so concerned about his reputation that he will definitely not punish me in front of my uncle.

Hehehe, uncle master is really a timely help!

Snapped!

Uncle Jiu slapped Wencai on the back of his head, causing him to stagger.

"What are you standing there for? Help your uncle bring the client in!"

"oh oh!"

Wencai came back to his senses, grinned and walked forward to take the equipment from Simu's hand, rang the bell and led the group of customers into the charity cemetery.

"Hey! Brother, who is this little guy?"

Taoist Simu looked at Lin Yi in confusion.

With his level of cultivation, he could naturally see that something was wrong with Lin Yi!

Although he looks like an ordinary person, this little guy has no popularity!

No breathing either!

This means that this little guy is not a living person!

But under the light, the little guy has a shadow, so it is certain that he is not a ghost!

Then he is naturally a corpse.

It’s been such a short time since we last met, and you’re already playing so wildly?

……

Brothers, please give me a free gift, please~