Become a legend in Hong Kong

Liao Wenjie supervised Wencai and Qiu Sheng. After he was done, he checked them over and confirmed that not even a palm-sized area was missed. Then he nodded with satisfaction and let the two go.

Liao Wenjie would still feel a little regretful if he refused to compete with Miss Ren. After all, the pearl necklace is indeed beautiful, which is a pity to think about.

To prevent zombies from coming out and harming people, he does what he says without hesitation. He will not let it happen just for the sake of the advantage of foresight, knowing that someone will die.

It is said that the road to refining one's heart is to at least have a clear conscience. If you can't do this, what kind of heart can you refining?

Moreover, the consistent purpose of the system is clearly written: do not neglect good deeds because they are small, and do not do evil because they are small.

Liao Wenjie believed that he had done nothing wrong and that this was the correct way to open it.

…

In the middle of the night, the moon was hazy, the sky and the earth were dim, and the distant mountains and woods were rustled by the strong wind.

In the mourning hall, the coffins were arranged neatly, and a long-bright lamp danced occasionally. The soybean-sized fire point could not illuminate the entire room. What it could do was retain the last trace of warmth in the cold and dead atmosphere.

The dark wind blew in, the big fire went out, and the entire mourning hall became dark. The brightest place was the pale smiling faces of several paper figures.

At this time, the coffin containing Ren Weiyong's body suddenly made a noise, and the ink line flashed red but could not be suppressed. The coffin board slowly moved away, and the dry palms were poked out, and five three-inch long nails shimmered faintly with blue light.

In the bedroom, Uncle Jiu woke up from the bed. Thinking back to the nightmare just now, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He picked up the oil lamp beside the bed, walked quickly to the mourning hall, and walked around Ren Weiyong's coffin three times. He was sure it was just a nightmare, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think about him every day and dream about him at night. I have to find a feng shui treasured place to bury him as soon as possible, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well."

Uncle Jiu walked out of the mourning hall with an oil lamp and half of his body was out of the door. Suddenly something occurred to him and he stood stiffly on the spot.

He slowly turned around and looked at the extinguished light...

…

The next day, Uncle Jiu found Liao Wenjie and told him what happened last night with a solemn expression.

"There is such a thing..."

Liao Wenjie frowned when he heard this and said after thinking for a long time: "Uncle Jiu, are you sure it was just a dream and not some kind of omen?"

"We don't rule out this possibility. Having such a dream for no reason is definitely not good."

Uncle Jiu said: "Without further delay, I will go to Mr. Ren now and explain the interests. I believe he..."

"He knows you so well, he will definitely add more money!"

"..."

"Uncle Jiu, why are you rolling your eyes? Did I say something wrong?"

"What...this time is different, adding money won't help."

Uncle Jiu hesitantly explained and took Liao Wenjie's arm: "Ajie, you are very eloquent and can hurt people in person. If you come with me, you might be able to convince Master Ren."

"It's impossible. There's nothing in that person's eyes except money. Even if he saw Mr. Ren turning into a zombie with his own eyes, his first thought would be how much it can be sold for and whether he can earn more by exporting."

Liao Wenjie shrugged: "I won't go to the Ren family. I will stay and look at the coffin to prevent corpses from turning around and causing harm to people in broad daylight."

"I think too much. Yang energy is strongest during the day, and it changes at night."

Uncle Jiu tried to persuade him, but when he saw that Liao Wenjie refused, he took Wencai to clear the way and headed straight for Ren's house.

Three hours later, Wencai helped the drunk Uncle Jiu back.

Seeing Liao Wenjie, Uncle Jiu pushed Wencai away, staggered forward, grabbed his hand, and said drunkenly: "Don't worry, Mr. Ren, I will take care of this matter. The coffin is sealed tightly, don't talk about you." If dad turns into a zombie, he will have to hold it in even if he turns into a fart."

"Brother Jie, Master Ren insisted on discussing things at the wine table. Master couldn't bear his warm invitation, and then... that's it."

"I can see that, help your master to go to sleep. After you have had enough sleep during the day, you can keep vigil at night."

"Vigil!?"

"Of course, the zombie lives next door. Can you sleep without anyone watching?"

"oh oh."

Wencai nodded repeatedly, helped Uncle Jiu walk toward the bedroom, and turned back after two steps: "Brother Jie, should the three of us stay separately or together at night? If it's time sharing, should we call Qiu Sheng over?"

You two are keeping watch all night, no matter what happens, something will happen!

"No, let Uncle Jiu stay overnight after he's had enough sleep."

"What about you, Brother Jie?"

"I keep the daylight hours."

…

Uncle Jiu woke up at dinner time. He almost opened his eyes at the right time. Wen Cai had just bought the cooked vegetables and walked into the dining hall.

Seeing Liao Wenjie, Uncle Jiu had a serious look on his face. He buried his head in eating without saying a word. He occasionally pinched his hands and nodded thoughtfully, showing a pleased smile.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, I'm not the one who's embarrassed!

Uncle Jiu pretended that nothing happened, and Liao Wenjie did not point out the problem and proposed a two-shift plan.

It’s so unreasonable that only a fool would agree!

Uncle Jiu wanted to refuse, but was afraid that Liao Wenjie would mention the incident of being drunk during the day, so he had no choice but to agree.

He is the kind of person who wants to save face and suffer hardship.

After dinner, Wencai washed the dishes, said good night to Uncle Jiu with a look of gloating on his misfortune, ran away quickly the second before he was beaten, and returned to his room to talk with Duke Zhou all night long.

Liao Wenjie dragged Erhei into the room to study Taoism. Because he was a beginner, he inevitably lacked experience. When performing the technique, it was sometimes ineffective. He only became more proficient in one physical body-fixing technique.

Erhei was so depressed that he lost a lot of weight. The former majestic alpha wolf now lives with his tail between his legs and his eyes are dull. He often stares at the distant mountains in a daze. It seems that his IQ is not as good as before.

Uncle Jiu came to the mourning hall alone, carefully inspected Ren Weiyong's coffin, and returned to the room to sit cross-legged and meditate.

At midnight, he checked the coffin again and continued to meditate.

If he promised not to sleep, he would not sleep. If Liao Wenjie didn't believe it, he was welcome to come and check at any time.

Uncle Jiu didn't pay much attention to the night watch. He was very confident in the Taoist skills he had applied himself. Even if Weiyong turned into a zombie, he would have to lie in the coffin obediently and not be able to escape.

What he was worried about was that something went wrong when Ren Weiyong was reburied, or that the feng shui was not chosen correctly, or that there were problems when burying the coffin.

In a word, wherever the problem occurs, it will not be in Yizhuang.

Thinking about the geomantic treasures suitable for burial, Uncle Jiu flashed a few in his mind. He thought they were all good, not as good as a dragonfly's tip, but still one of the best.

"No matter what Master Ren says this time, the date must be set..."

While he was pondering, the smell of alcohol came up for no reason. Uncle Jiu's head drooped slightly while he was meditating, and he fell asleep instantly.

All of a sudden, a cold wind blew across the ground, and the cold air was unbridled.

The long-lit lamp in the mourning hall suddenly went out, and several coffins containing corpses shook slightly. The corpses stood up straight, opened the coffin lids and jumped to the ground, standing in a row in front of Ren Weiyong's coffin.

Ren Weiyong's coffin shook violently, and the black ink lines glowed brightly, suppressing the restlessness inside several times.

Unfortunately, the inside could not block the outside, and several stiff corpses collided at the same time, pushing the coffin that could not stop shaking from the bench to the ground.

Click!

The coffin opened a corner, and the neat and dense ink lines were immediately dislocated. The red light on the coffin lid no longer appeared, and it was no longer possible to suppress it.

boom! !

There was a loud noise, the coffin was torn apart, and a zombie in official robes stood upright in the center of the mourning hall.

Changed from the lively appearance he had when he opened the coffin, Ren Weiyong had lost all the water in his body and was skinny and skinny. The wrinkles on his face are like black tree bark, and the ten nails on his charcoal-like fingers are like horny extensions, hard and sharp, with a thick dark glow of metal.

The most bizarre thing is that the eyes of this dried-up zombie are well preserved and rotate left and right, flashing aura occasionally, as if they still retain the consciousness of a living person.

Several corpses knocked over the coffins and fell straight down. Ren Weiyong...

At this time, it is more appropriate to call him a zombie. He jumped three meters away and jumped directly from the mourning hall to the courtyard. He looked up at Mao Yueliang, and the air visible to the naked eye was sucked into his mouth and nose.

Ding!

There was a clang of gold and iron, and a money sword woven with copper coins and red thread pierced half of it. The zombie's back was injured and he staggered forward two steps.

In the side room, Liao Wenjie threw the money sword hanging by the bedside out of the window, opened the bamboo basket covered with black cloth, and saw glittering gold, at least twenty of them.

Holding a handful in each hand, he stood at the window confronting the zombies. When he saw a pair of ghastly eyes in the distance, he immediately used his telekinesis and became angry in his dantian.

"Uncle Jiu! Your funeral hall exploded——"