"Hiss, there's still so much left!"
Qiu Sheng couldn't help but exclaim, while Wen Cai wiped his saliva that was about to drip out, his face full of excitement.
"Don't say that I didn't think of you!”
As he spoke, Ninth Uncle opened the money bag and took out two dollars from it, handing it to the two of them.
"Yes! It's just one yuan per person!"
Wen Cai couldn't believe his eyes. He kept waving the piece of money in front of his eyes and asked Ninth Uncle loudly.
"That's right, Master. You're too stingy. You only gave us one yuan!”
Qiu Sheng couldn't help but complain.
Although this piece of money could buy a lot of things in this era, it was not a small amount. However, this master had a total of 80 dollars, and he only gave one piece to each of them. This was too stingy!
"What's wrong? If you're not willing, then return it to me!”
"I'm willing! I'm willing!"
Seeing that Ninth Uncle was about to take back the ocean in their hands, the two of them hurriedly put the ocean into their arms and retreated.
"Hmph, you want to fight me!"
Ninth Uncle muttered softly and said unhappily,"Don't think that your master is stingy. I'm saving this money for you. In the future, when you migrate to a big city, I'll buy real estate for you! You really don't understand my painstaking efforts at all!”
Qiu Sheng was speechless.
Wen Cai: @#%*!
Only a ghost would believe that what you said was true. To be able to say that he was stingy, only you, Master, could be so stingy in this world!
"What's wrong? I feel that the two of you don't seem very happy. Why don't we continue to argue?”
"No, no, we understand, we understand!”
Seeing Ninth Uncle's expression change slightly, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai hurriedly waved their hands and put on a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Hmph, that's more like it!"
After saying that, Ninth Uncle pointed at a stack of talismans on the table and ordered,"Stick these corpse suppression talismans on the coffin later. After that, Qiusheng will go back to your aunt's house. Wencai, you stay and watch.”
"What? Leave me alone!"
Upon hearing Ninth Uncle's words and thinking of the matter of Old Master Ren's corpse transformation that the few of them had just mentioned, Wen Cai was so frightened that his entire body trembled as he hurriedly shouted.
"What's wrong? Why don't I stay?"
Ninth Uncle frowned at Wen Cai, his face full of displeasure.
Wen Cai: @#%*!
"Haha, thank you for your hard work tonight!”
Hearing that it was none of his business, Qiu Sheng hopped to the table and pasted the Corpse Suppressing Talismans on the coffin one by one.
Wen Cai wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only pray that Old Master Ren would not turn into a corpse and that Ninth Uncle would quickly find a suitable tomb to bury him!
Otherwise, he would have been scared to death before he was killed by the zombies if he had stayed there for such a long time.
At midnight, Ninth Uncle had already gone to bed, and Qiusheng had returned to his aunt's house.
In the morgue, Wen Cai, who was originally very afraid, was already lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. From time to time, he would still mutter Ren Tingting's name.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
。。。。。。
Slowly, Old Master Ren's coffin began to move, and a dull banging sound came from inside the coffin.
Even the entire coffin began to shake slightly.
Wen Cai was sleeping soundly and did not notice what had happened at all. Even though he was the person closest to the coffin, he did not notice anything unusual.
"Squeak..."
Slowly, the coffin was pushed up by a force, making a series of sounds.
A dark and dry palm covered with sharp nails slowly reached out from the gap and kept searching.
"Zi la!"
A corroding sound was heard. After the palm touched the ink line on the coffin, white smoke instantly appeared. Then, the entire hand instantly retracted into the coffin.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the coffin's lid landed heavily on the coffin. This sound woke Ninth Uncle, who had just fallen asleep, up instantly.
After confirming that the sound came from the morgue, Ninth Uncle put on his clothes and ran to the morgue like the wind.
Fortunately, there was no movement in the coffin. The entire morgue was surrounded by the rhythmic snoring of literary talents.
"Sleeping like a pig!"
Ninth Uncle mumbled. Then, he picked up the oil lamp beside him and slowly walked to the coffin.
He carefully observed the subtle changes on the coffin, afraid that something unexpected would happen.
"Bang!"
Just as Ninth Uncle was about to check the spot where the palm had touched the coffin's ink thread, a muffled sound was heard.
Wen Cai rolled off the bed and sprawled on the ground. However, he did not wake up. Just like before, he snored.
"Sigh, this guy still said he was afraid. I think he's the most suitable to see the mortuary!”
Ninth Uncle went forward and helped Wen Cai back to the bed. He could not help but complain, but he still changed the blanket for him out of concern. Then, he walked out of the morgue and went back to the room to rest.
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