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

"You are in danger of bloodshed!"

Lin Yi's words silenced Tan Baiwan.

If a blind old man in his sixties or seventies said this, he would probably believe it to some extent.

But now he is just a little kid of six or seven years old. Although he looks strange and cute, how can people believe what a child says!

"Little guy, what did you say?"

"Did anyone teach you that?"

Tan Baiwan's eyes turned fierce as he looked at Lin Yi.

Although Tan Baiwan is fat, he usually has a kind smile on his face when doing business, and he seems to believe that harmony brings wealth. But he is a rich man after all, and he has many people under him, so he still has some imposing manner.

He's also pretty scary when he's angry.

Lin Yi didn't care at all.

What does scaring people have to do with me, a zombie!

"Haha, Tan Baiwan, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me. If you encounter danger tonight, just shout for help from the little fairy. Remember, shout three times, and I will appear then."

Lin Yi said as he turned the rattle again.

The sound of drums clanged and clanged, and Lin Yi turned and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Haven’t you eaten pork but seen a pig run?

No, few people have seen a pig run nowadays, but they have eaten pork!

If a charlatan wants to make money, he will definitely scare you, make you panic, and lose your composure. Then you will lose the ability to think and be willing to pay money to save your life.

It is very difficult to make others believe what you say without any evidence!

As the saying goes, people cannot teach you, but things can teach you in one go.

Let Tan Baiwan experience the feeling of a hundred ghosts parading at night tonight, and he will have to pay the money obediently.

Although he doesn't spend much money, he can't work for nothing!

There are so many ghosts, and if they are all captured, it will not be cheap for Tan Baiwan.

Of course, I have to catch ghosts and make money. When I go back, I will get more half-fat and lean meat for Uncle Jiu. Maybe if Uncle Jiu is happy, he will teach me some tricks that even zombies can learn.

I’m afraid that Uncle Jiu will come online with his second account and teach me Wing Chun.

Even if Uncle Jiu doesn't teach me magic, it would be great if he could take me to a few more crime scenes.

He has not been in this world for long and does not know where the "danger" is. The best way is to follow the characters in the plot.

This is also the reason why Lin Yi followed Taoist Simu out.

Isn't it common sense that it is easiest to trigger the plot by following the characters in the plot?

"Hey, kid, you..."

Seeing that Lin Yi left as soon as he said he would, Tan Baiwan wanted to stop Lin Yi and ask him about it in detail. After all, how could a child say such a thing?

Someone must have taught him later!

But before he could finish his words, Tan Baiwan's eyes widened instantly.

Because Lin Yi's body disappeared almost instantly!

In fact, it escaped underground, but because its speed was so fast, Tan Baiwan didn't see it.

hiss!

Tan Baiwan's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he almost bit his tongue because of the breath of cold air he took.

Missing?

Tan Baiwan quickly stood up and went to the place where Lin Yi disappeared. He checked it several times. Except for the missing stone slabs on the ground, there was nothing unusual.

This!

Could it be that I really met a little fairy?

That little fairy said that he would have a bloody disaster tonight. Is it true?

Gudong.

Tan Baiwan swallowed his saliva and his heart instantly panicked.

My house has been haunted for half a year, and now I encounter such a bizarre thing again.

Originally, Tan Baiwan was planning to go out and discuss business with someone today.

What's there to talk about now? Of course I'm going home.

"master!"

Seeing Tan Baiwan running back quickly, the housekeeper and servants came to meet him.

"Hurry, go home and close the door!"

Tan Baiwan ran home quickly, holding up his clothes, his tone was hurried and rapid. After he finished speaking, he had already entered the yard.

Seeing this, the housekeeper and the servants in the house hurriedly followed nervously and closed the door.

With a bang, the door that had just been opened closed again.

Tan Baiwan stood in the yard, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Although the sun was shining above his head, he felt a chill penetrating his heart and penetrate his body.

Tan Baiwan wiped his forehead again and again with a handkerchief, but the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more, and his body trembled unconsciously.

Rich people value their lives, and the richer they are, the more so.

Tan Baiwan doesn't want to die suddenly at such a young age!

The wife in the family is young and beautiful, and the youngest son is just as tall as a table leg. If I die, how long can the eldest wife and the young wife remain widows for him?

Maybe there is a young and strong wild man who sleeps in his bed, wears his shoes, beats his son, and spends his money!

Gudong!

No!

Absolutely not!

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"

The eldest lady, who rushed over after hearing the noise, saw that something was wrong with Tan Baiwan, took out a handkerchief, and went forward to help Tan Baiwan wipe it.

Tan Baiwan grabbed the eldest lady's hand and said in a relaxed manner.

"Phew! It's okay. I just ran into a little immortal outside. He said I'm going to have a bloody disaster tonight!"

"what!"

The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Could it be that someone is playing a prank? They know something about our house and are here to scare us on purpose?"

There were quacks who came to the Tan family to cheat them of their money during this period, but they were all scared away by the ghosts in the house.

"No! You didn't see it. The child disappeared in an instant!"

Tan Baiwan said this and gestured with his hand.

The more he spoke, the more frightened he became. Tan Baiwan said nervously, "Butler, go to the militia right now and have the captain bring some men over. Keep watch tonight. If there are any bad guys, kill them all."

As the richest man in Tanjia Town, Tan Baiwan naturally has an extraordinary status in the town.

The militia team was funded by the wealthy people in the town. Tan Baiwan was considered a major investor, so there was no problem in letting the captain bring people over for protection.

"Yes, sir, I'll go now!"

The butler was also very nervous. He saw clearly what Tan Baiwan said to the little boy just now.

The little boy disappeared in an instant, and he also saw it.

If this isn’t a god, who is it?

The little god said that his master would have a bloody disaster at night, how could that be false?

If something happens to the master, will I be okay?

Thinking of this, the housekeeper immediately took his men out of the Tan family and hurried towards the militia.

On the street, many people saw the housekeeper of the Tan Mansion and his men walking hurriedly towards the militia with gloomy faces, which immediately caused a lot of discussion among the people.

Could something have happened to the Tan family last night?

Otherwise, why would he look so unhappy and go to the militia so early in the morning?

He should have reported the case!

It is said that the Tan family has been haunted for nearly half a year, and someone might have died.

……

"Uncle Master, I'm back!"

Lin Yi walked into the charity cemetery outside Tanjia Town with a cloth bag on his shoulders, a rattle in one hand and a windmill in the other, smiling happily.

Taoist Simu was leaning back in his coffin, smoking and chatting with Shou Bo.

Hearing Lin Yi's voice, Taoist Simu jumped out of the coffin.

"You little brat, you still remember to come back? Where have you been?"

"Oh, I know you like to eat barbecued pork, so I went to town to buy it for you. It's half fat and half lean."

Lin Yi took out the things he bought from the town from his cloth bag.

Roast goose, barbecued pork, rice in a clay pot, and a pot of wine.

These things look quite familiar to Simu.

"You remembered it wrongly. I don't like to eat half fat and half lean meat. That's your master's favorite. I like to eat roast goose legs.

Taoist Simu's stomach was rumbling, but he did not forget to correct it. At the same time, he quickly grabbed the roast goose leg and bit off most of it in one bite.

Well!

Fragrant!

Taoist Simu looked satisfied. He raised his eyebrows at Lin Yi and looked at the wine jar.

Lin Yi understood immediately, picked up the wine jar, and poured the wine "carefully".

Seeing this, Shou Bo put down his water pipe and said unhappily, "Simu, are you acting like an adult? You only know how to eat. You won't even let Ayi sit down and drink water, and you even let Ayi pour you some wine."

Simu hummed in his mouth as he grabbed the barbecued pork and roasted goose legs and ate them with his mouth full of oil.

He was really hungry. He had only eaten two roasted sweet potatoes since he woke up. He wanted to go to the town to find Lin Yi, but he was afraid that Lin Yi would come back as soon as he left and wouldn't be able to find him.

Who would have thought that Lin Yi would not come back until the afternoon.

But the old man Shoubo refused to store any food in the charity cemetery, so he couldn't even cook anything.

Seeing Simu eating voraciously, Shou Bo no longer held back, stepped forward, pushed Taoist Simu aside, and took the jar of wine from Lin Yi's arms.

"Ayi, sit down and drink some water."

"Thank you, Uncle Shou. You should eat too. I bought an extra portion for you."

What a good child! Don’t you feel sorry for Simu?

Seeing Simu still wolfing down his food, Shoubo grabbed a piece of barbecued pork and started eating it as well.

Taoist Simu didn't care either. He was very familiar with the people who looked after the charity cemetery. They had known each other for many years and it was just a meal.

Seeing that Shou Bo wanted to pour more wine, Taoist Simu hurried to grab it.

You can eat food, but you can’t drink alcohol, it’s your lifeblood!

"Virtue!"

Shou Bo also knew Simu's situation, so he turned around and found a jar from the bone jars in the corner, and took out a bowl of wine from it.

"Well, Uncle Shou, you hid the wine in the bone jar. You were just trying to protect me, weren't you?"

"You are quite self-aware."

Shou Bo snorted coldly, drank and ate meat, too lazy to pay attention to Simu.

Seeing that Shou Bo ignored him, Simu didn't care and looked at Lin Yi with a smile and asked.

"Ayi, what do you think of the paper figurine technique? Is there anything you want to ask Uncle Shi?"

"I've seen it, but I don't understand it at all. Uncle, do you know the art of paper figurines?"

"Yes! Of course I can. This paper figurine technique is actually quite simple. I'll show you after dinner when my uncle finishes his meal."

Simu wiped his mouth and picked up the rice bowl to eat it in big mouthfuls.

These things really hit the spot for him, they were all his favorites.

The more he ate, the happier he felt. Taoist Simu was in a very good mood, but he accidentally drank too much again.

Shou Bo was the caretaker of the charity cemetery and was not allowed to get drunk, so he drank only one bowl and stopped. His face was flushed and it seemed like the amount was just right.

Seeing Simu sleeping soundly on the table, Shou Bo shook his head.

"Ayi, when you buy wine next time, don't buy too much at once. Simu is a drunkard. Once he sees a good wine, he can't stop."

Shou Bo pushed Taoist Simu into the coffin, and did not forget to remind Lin Yi to buy less wine next time.

"It's okay. There's no rush anyway. My uncle said there's a client here. Why haven't we seen him come yet?"

Lin Yi changed the subject.

What he wants is for Simu to get drunk, otherwise how can he go out to steal chickens at night.

"Oh, you said this!"

Shou Bo seemed to remember something and shook his head solemnly.

Lin Yi raised his eyebrows. Looking at Shou Bo's expression, this customer seemed a little unusual.

Is there a plot?

……

Big, rough brothers, big-breasted, wave-loving sisters, is there any free electricity for love? Please give it to me.