American Comics: BOSS Invasion

… … It should be snow covering the top. That's what you call a dragonfly skimming the water. If the coffin head doesn't touch the water, what's the point of calling it a dragonfly skimming the water? But this feng shui master still has some conscience. After 20 years, you can exhume and rebury it. It's just that you might not be harmed for half your life, but it could harm you for one generation or even eighteen generations… …

On the mountain, Uncle Nine, with his two apprentices, was in high spirits, while Master Ren stood beside him, listening attentively, occasionally interjecting with a few words.

A large group of servants came, all busying themselves around.

Several young men were digging the grave with picks, shoveling the yellow earth onto the ground, one scoop at a time.

"The coffin is out!"

Someone shouted, and Uncle Nine immediately led the people forward.

The two sides cooperated, using thick hemp ropes to tie up the coffin. Several people pressed down on the handles and used wooden pulleys to pull the coffin out by brute force.

The construction of this tomb was peculiar. It was actually placed upright, head down and feet up.

Several people worked together, controlling the ropes to slowly lengthen them, and laid the coffin flat on the ground.

Uncle Nine stepped forward to check. After being buried underground for 20 years, the coffin showed no signs of decay. His expression changed slightly, and with a frown, he ordered everyone to open the coffin.

The scene of everyone busying around was watched by a magpie in a nearby tree.

No one noticed that this magpie had maintained the same posture for nearly 10 minutes.

One kilometer away, Qi Shan and Tomie sat in a hillside pavilion, admiring the surrounding scenery while watching the surveillance footage on a laptop.

The military's camouflage bionic detector has a good signal. Not only is the picture high-definition, but the sound recording is also very clear.

When the screen showed the coffin being opened and the body examined, revealing Master Ren's corpse dressed in official robes, Qi Shan finally confirmed that his rescue target this time was actually this dead man.

Although the third stage of the mission showed the location, it was only limited to Fortune Town.

It didn't specifically point out which master it was, and after Qi Shan's observation these days, he also didn't find anything wrong with the current Master Ren.

According to the nature of transmigration novels, if Master Ren were a transmigrator, he would probably try to get close to Uncle Nine as soon as possible, trying every means to obtain cultivation secrets from him.

The first two missions were a bit lazy, and the targets were relatively reliable. Qi Shan didn't mind giving them some time to deal with their own affairs, anyway, he wasn't in a hurry.

But this one in front of him was different.

Currently, the mission target is just an empty shell, and the transmigrator hasn't arrived yet.

If Uncle Nine and the others take him away, the butterfly effect might directly throw him into the fire. Qi Shan felt that he couldn't take this risk.

And approaching through normal channels doesn't seem to be a good reason, after all, Qi Shan is a new face and has no connection with the people of Fortune Town.

So the only remaining option is to rob him by force.

If he gets the zombie, the initiative will be in Qi Shan's hands. No matter when the transmigrator comes, he can deal with it as soon as possible, which is both worry-free and convenient.

Moreover, even if the zombie revives, it won't pose any threat to him, and it's even less dangerous for Tomie. Taking the source of danger away from Fortune Town can indirectly save two lives, which can also be considered a good deed.

He glanced at the computer screen, and Qi Shan stood up and said.

"Have you changed your clothes? The show is about to begin!"

Tomie rolled her eyes and took out two Chicago Typewriters from the bag next to her.

Qi Shan took them, fiddled with them with a smile, waved to Tomie, and the two hid behind a large rock on the only way down the mountain.

After a while, they heard footsteps coming. Master Ren and some of the servants and stewards hurriedly walked down first.

Ignoring them, they let these people pass.

After another few minutes, faint heavy footsteps came, mixed with Uncle Nine's voice.

"Be gentle, slow is okay, but your hands must be steady. After all, Old Master Ren was buried 20 years ago, and the coffin can't withstand the force. Everyone must… … Hey, why did you stop? Keep walking!"

Uncle Nine suddenly sensed something was wrong and turned around abruptly.

He saw a man and a woman appearing in the middle of the road at some point. The two were not very old, perhaps a little younger than Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng. The style of their clothes was strange, but the fabric was delicate and dense. At first glance, one could tell that they were made of good material.

If they were walking on the streets of the provincial capital, they would probably be mistaken for the young master and miss of a large family. But such beautiful people were now holding submachine guns in front of them.

Qi Shan narrowed his eyes, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, robbery!"

The young men carrying the coffin were a little frightened.

Uncle Nine raised his hand and pressed down to show comfort, then looked at Qi Shan, clasped his fists in both hands, and said: "Good sir, isn't there some misunderstanding? We are not passing merchants, and this is not a necessary official road.

There is nothing on this mountain except for two pools of water, a few patches of half-dead woods, and large and small graves.

We are only here to move graves this time. Let alone money, we don't even have anything valuable on us.

I have a few silver dollars here that Master Ren just gave me. Why not let me treat you to tea, brother!"

Qi Shan nodded: "Uncle Nine is indeed an old hand. If it were an ordinary robber, he might have been sent away with a few words.

Unfortunately, we don't want money. What we want is Old Master Ren's corpse!"

Uncle Nine's expression suddenly changed: "You want to refine the corpse into a zombie?"

"That's really not the case, but there's no need to explain it to you!"

Qi Shan pulled the trigger, and the bullets hit the steps in front of Uncle Nine, leaving a row of small pits.

Everyone exclaimed in alarm, wanting to avoid it in a panic. The coffin on their shoulders shook a few times, and with a crack, it fell to the ground.

After 20 years, even if the surface was bright, the internal fibers had long been broken. This fall directly broke the coffin into eight pieces. Old Master Ren lay on a coffin board, like riding a slide, rushing directly to Qi Shan along the stairs.

Qi Shan stepped on the edge, and the coffin board bounced up.

Tomie's whip directly wrapped around Old Master Ren's corpse, and with a force, she pulled it in front of her.

Everything happened so fast, like lightning and flint. No one thought that in just a few seconds, the corpse would be moved.

Even Uncle Nine was stunned for a moment. Qi Shan blinked, shook his head with a smile, clasped his fists and said: "Thank you, goodbye!"

Uncle Nine was not willing to let them go, shouted to stop, and was about to pounce on them.