Late Night Cafeteria: A Bowl of Fried Rice to Save Iron Man at the Start

Ren Fa retreated with his relatives. The workers began to pack their things and prepare to leave. Jiu Shu was responsible for the aftermath.

"Qiusheng Wencai, you two light a plum blossom scent array in front of the tomb, and tell me what it is burning." Uncle Jiu told his two apprentices, and then looked at some scattered graves nearby. Said: "Every grave must be incense."

Lonely souls and wild ghosts, you have a share when you see it.

"A Xuan, let's go first", Jiu Shu recruits Roar and Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Uncle Jiu, you go one step ahead. I'll wait for Qiu Sheng and Wencai."

"That's good," Uncle Ji nodded, and walked down the mountain with the worker behind him.

"Hey, Master Zhou is still talking about loyalty!" Qiusheng and Wencai laughed very close, but they didn't dare to wait for the task assigned by Master. One of them held a handful of incense, Wencai was responsible for the plum blossom fragrance array, and Qiusheng was responsible for it. Add incense to the surrounding graves.

Zhou Xuan remembers clearly that when Qiusheng sang the incense, he was entangled by a female ghost because he owed his mouth to the incense, and he was happy for several nights.

Although these 25 losses are not a big problem for Qiu Sheng, the female ghost is not a good match after all. Qiu Sheng also called himself a few uncles, so Zhou Xuan had the intention to give him a hand.

Sure enough, Qiu Sheng came to a grave and looked at the birthday and the photo on the tombstone. It turned out to be a woman of only twenty years old. He sighed and said, "I went at such a young age..."

"Shut up!"

Zhou Xuan yelled, scared Qiu Sheng into a spirit, and looked back at him with a helpless smile: "Uncle Zhou, you scared me, why are you so loud!"

Ignoring Qiusheng's complaint, Zhou Xuan laughed, but with a weird smile, and said: "Qiusheng is cautious, don't you know the evil is out of your mouth? Is your surname Ning?"

"Ah, what are you talking about, Master Zhou? I don't have the surname Ning," Qiu Sheng protested to Zhou Xuan.

"I thought you were a descendant of Ning Caichen, ready to learn from your ancestors," Zhou Xuan teased.

Qiu Sheng couldn't figure it out, and asked curiously: "Who is Ning Caichen? Why should I learn from him?"

"Heh, because Ning Caichen is going well with the ghost. Okay, let's go after the incense is on, Wencai is almost over."

After Zhou Xuan's interrogation, Qiu Sheng didn't have any other thoughts in his mind, so he hurriedly inserted three incense sticks and followed Zhou Xuan to leave here.

"Uncle Zhou, Qiu Sheng, do you think this incense can be burnt like this!" Wencai shouted with a trace of anxiety. After running over, he handed a long and two short incense to the two of them to see.

Qiu Sheng was shocked and hurriedly said, "This incense is too evil, Master Zhou, let's go back to Master."

...

In the mourning hall of Yizhuang, Jiu Shu took the three incenses brought back by Wencai, the expression on his face was unspeakably solemn.

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is the most afraid of two short and one long. It just burned like this."

With a trace of helplessness, the Jiu Shu put the incense on the table in front of the coffin for the old man, and said: "This incense is in the house, and there must be a mourner."

Zhou Xuan opened his mouth and said, "Doesn't this mean that Renfa is dead?"

Uncle Nine frowned, and if Ren Fa suddenly died suddenly, the problem still came from the body of the old man.

"Qiu Sheng Wencai, open the coffin and see what the old man Ren looks like at the moment!"

"Yes, Master!"

At the order of Uncle Jiu, the two hurriedly pushed the lid of the coffin away.

"Wow, are you lucky?" Wen Cai exclaimed.

Zhou Xuan looked at it and saw that Grandpa Ren's body was already swollen, but the more serious problem was that the pair of bark-like hands had long, dark and hard nails on the fingers, as if they had been painted with poison.

This nail is indeed poisonous, corpse poison!

"Close the coffin soon!"

Jiu Shu just glanced at it and felt that the problem was a bit troublesome.

"Grandpa Ren's body is stiffening too fast. If it is not restricted, there will be trouble tonight!"

Uncle Jiu wished to burn the corpse and the coffin, but it didn't seem to be an explanation.

"Qiusheng Wencai, go find paper, ink, pen and sword!"

Seeing the two apprentices standing there stupidly, Uncle Nine roared violently: "Yellow paper, red pen, black demon, kitchen knife, wooden sword!"

Two silly apprentices hurried out of the mourning hall and found everything.

Then, Uncle Ji grabbed a rooster raised in the yard, took out the chicken blood and placed it in the bowl, stepped on the seven-star step, placed his hands at the present like the fingers of the sword. Grains of glutinous rice are burned with fire and placed in chicken blood.

The flame burned in the chicken blood, and the Jiu Shu quickly blended it with black ink, and used the gossip mirror as the cover to completely arouse the power of the chicken blood and red ink.

Then the red ink with mana will flow into the ink fountain.

Qiu Sheng was quite clever, and asked, "Master, where is the play?"

Uncle Jiu handed the ink fountain full of red ink to Qiu Sheng, and said: "Flick on the coffin, and the entire coffin must be popped on the line. There should be no missing parts."

"Don't worry, Master, you can rest assured when we do things," Wencai promised.

Uncle Jiu said in an angry voice: "People are divided into good people and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombies and corpses. You two must not be careless. Grandpa Ren's body is about to become a zombie. This is a means to prevent him from escaping from the coffin."

Wencai asked, "Why do people become bad guys?"

Qiusheng also asked curiously: "Why did the corpse become a zombie again?"

Uncle Jiu replied: "The reason why a person becomes a bad person is because he is unwilling to live up to; the corpse will become a zombie because of the extra breath."

There are many chores in Yizhuang. Uncle Jiu supervised the two apprentices and then went to do other things for a while. Qiu Sheng and Wencai took the ink line where they could see it very seriously.

"Okay, it's done, handwork!"

Qiu Sheng stuffed the ink fountain to Wencai, then looked at Zhou Xuan kindly, and said: "Uncle Zhou, after a busy day, we haven't eaten dinner yet, I'm so hungry!"

"Why, are you hungry? Then you have to finish the work first," Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"It's done," Qiu Sheng said while looking at the coffin that was filled with ink threads.

Knowing the plot, Zhou Xuan kicked the bottom of the coffin with his foot, and said, "There is no bullet in the door here."

"Yes!" The two suddenly realized, and quickly re-pulled the ink pipe line and started to play the bottom of the coffin.

Zhou Xuan thought to himself, in this way, it should be guaranteed that Mrs. Ren will spend tomorrow peacefully, right?

...

late at night.

The bright moon hung in the silent night sky.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the four figures climbed over the wall of Yizhuang.

I saw a huge amounts of black coffin thrown into the wall, and the four of them worked together to catch the black coffin without interest, and then carried it to the mourning hall.

"Ku, act in a low voice, you can't get that Lin Jiu's idea, this humanity is not low!"

Several people pushed aside the coffin filled with ink thread.

Wow!

Mrs. Ren At the moment has turned into a zombie and is reaching out to pinch people.

Unexpectedly, those people were faster, and directly tied the arms and head of the zombie with an unknown thick rope, and then carried the zombie into the black coffin.

"This zombie that has been nourished by Yin Qi for 20 years comes at the right time. It can become an iron corpse in a short period of time, and it can become a bronze corpse with a little training. By then, this realm will be our world."

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