"Sigh!"
Ninth Uncle sighed.
"There's no other way now. We can only bury Old Master Ren as soon as possible. This way, it should still be useful!"”
After saying that, Ninth Uncle suddenly thought of something. He turned to Wen Caiqiu and asked,"By the way, Wencai Qiusheng, on Old Master Ren's coffin, have you all put on the ink thread?”
"It's all loaded!"
Wen Caiqiu Sheng hurriedly nodded.
"Yes!"
Ninth Uncle nodded.
With a serious expression, he said," It's good that it's all attached. Even if Old Master Ren becomes a zombie, that ink thread should be able to hold on for a few days!"”
"That's good!"
Wen Caiqiu heaved a sigh of relief.
Night fell slowly.
The night sky was filled with stars.
The mortuary.
Uncle Nine looked at the morgue a few more times, but there was no problem.
However, he always felt uneasy.
After walking around a few times, Ninth Uncle was still a little sleepy.
On the way back to his room, Ninth Uncle looked at Wen Cai, who was snoring on the bamboo bed at the side. He had already lifted a sheet under the bed.
"Sleeping like a dead pig. This kind of person is really suitable for the mortuary!”
After saying that, Ninth Uncle shook his head, picked up the quilt from the side, and covered Wen Cai again.
After that, Ninth Uncle went back to his room to sleep.
Late at night, in the morgue.
"Bang bang!"
The coffin of Old Master Ren let out a series of banging sounds. A hand with long green nails slowly stretched out from the gap on the edge of the coffin.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, the ink threads around the coffin emitted a golden light.
"Stabbing!"
Great-Grandfather Ren's hand with jade green nails was instantly injured by the golden light and returned to the coffin.
Great-Grandfather Ren wanted to jump out of the coffin, but the ink thread around the coffin had turned into golden threads that bound Great-Grandfather Ren's body.
No matter how he struggled, the coffin did not budge.
At this moment, in the basement of the white matter shop.
There was an altar in front of the shop owner. On the altar, other than the incense burner, there were a few talismans and a doll made of straw lying in a small coffin on the altar.
A name was pasted on the doll with a piece of white paper. Other than that, there were only eight characters.
If Old Master Ren was here, he would definitely be able to tell that the name on the white paper was his father's! And the birth characters on it were also Old Master Ren's!
The shop owner's expression was serious as he suddenly brandished a peach wood sword in his hand.
"The Taishang Star is constantly adapting to exorcism and binding evil spirits to protect its life. Its wisdom is clear and its mind is peaceful. Rise!"
The shopkeeper waved the sword in his hand.
"Ha!"
The shopkeeper pointed his sword at the doll beside him.
The doll slowly stood up.
As the doll stood up.
Mortuary, morgue.
Old Master Ren's figure in the coffin also slowly rose.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
The surrounding ink threads emitted golden light.
"Bang!"
Great-Grandfather Ren's figure was knocked down fiercely.
The doll in the shop owner's hand also fell down.
Under the backlash, the shop owner was also knocked back a few steps.
"Humph!"
The shop owner narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Ink thread! Not bad!"
The shop owner muttered to himself.
"Evil Spirits of the Five Directions, listen to my command. Quickly find the flaw!”
The shop owner made a hand seal, and a strong wind blew around him.
Light blue malicious ghosts flew into the air at high speed.
Ghosts danced wildly!
At this moment, Liu Wei, who was cultivating the Iron Skin Technique in his room, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the night sky with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Just now, he seemed to have felt a strange feeling?？
Was that…a ghost?
What was going on?
Liu Wei had a vague feeling of unease in his heart, as if something was about to happen!
The malicious ghost quickly arrived at the mortuary.
He flew around the coffin and soon found the flaw at the bottom of the coffin.
These malicious ghosts flew back to the bottom of the white matter shop.
"Hahahaha!"
The shopkeeper, who learned about the coffin's flaws from the malicious ghost, was ecstatic.
"Lin Fengjiao, Lin Fengjiao, you didn't expect your two disciples to be so unreliable, did you? There was no ink thread under the coffin! What was the use of such an ink thread? In the end, the devil was still ten feet higher than the Tao!”
After saying that, the shopkeeper's eyes flashed coldly. He pointed the mahogany sword in his hand at the doll in the coffin on the table.
"Open!"
"Bang!"
Almost as soon as he opened his mouth, in the mortuary.
The coffin that looked indestructible was smashed into pieces by Old Master Ren.
The previous ink fountain net instantly lost its magical effect, and the entire coffin instantly shattered.
"Roar!"
Great-Grandfather Ren let out a roar and escaped from the coffin!
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