"Alright, go!"
The two of them quickly put on their clothes, picked up the tools beside them, and walked to Old Master Ren's coffin.
He bowed respectfully to the coffin and lifted the wooden nail on the coffin.
"Phew! Harder!"
The two of them placed the eight wooden nails in their hands under the coffin in order and pushed the coffin lid hard.
Squeak!
It was like a wooden stool that had been out of repair for a long time. The sound of it scraping across the floor was unusually ear-piercing.
The coffin lid was slowly pushed open, and a black gas rushed out from the opening. Just as it was about to touch the two of them, a yellow light flashed and repelled the black gas.
A gust of Yin Qi mixed with the stench of corpses spread out. In the mountain behind him, dozens of crows cawed and spread their wings to fly into the distance.
Fang Gan and Ninth Uncle looked at each other, then walked up to the coffin at the same time.
An old man dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes lay quietly in the coffin. His skin was dark like withered tree bark, covered in ravines.
Twenty years had passed, but the corpse was still intact, without any signs of decay!
Fang Gan wrapped his fingers in a cloth and slowly pressed on Great-Grandfather Ren's corpse.
It was as hard as iron, and there was a trace of cold air spreading along his fingertips.
"As expected!"
Fang Gan's eyes flashed with understanding.
In his previous life, when he was watching a movie, there was a big hand who analyzed that only two nights had passed from the time the coffin was dug up to the time Old Master Ren was bitten to death.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to advance so quickly.
In most cases, the corpse transformation would start from the undeads, and then gradually upgrade to the white corpse, black corpse, jumping corpse, flying corpse, and so on. However, Old Master Ren was different. Almost as soon as he was born, he was a jumping corpse!
The only explanation was that Old Master Ren had already begun to turn into a corpse. When he was dug out 20 years later, he was actually already a semi-finished product. He could almost be seen as a zombie.
When he broke out of the coffin, he already had copper skin and iron bones. Moreover, after twenty years of nurturing, he had reached the peak of the jumping zombie realm when he was born.
After absorbing Old Master Ren's blood, he had reached the realm of flying zombies. Even an ordinary Earth Master was no match for him, let alone an ordinary sword.
Fang Gan could tell that Ninth Uncle was not bad either.
As an outstanding cultivator of Mao Mountain's current generation, he was naturally familiar with zombies. Moreover, since ancient times, Mao Mountain had been dedicated to exorcising evil spirits, killing demons, and destroying zombies.
He had been dealing with zombies all year round, so the slightest change on the corpses could not escape his eyes.
Old Master Ren's corpse had obviously turned into a corpse. If it was not handled properly, it would probably become a zombie in a few days.
However, Ninth Uncle was still puzzled as he looked at the tomb.
Putting everything else aside, just the lime roof alone would at most be bad for the descendants of the Ren family and their fortune. It was almost impossible to raise a zombie.
As he thought about this, Ninth Uncle turned around and walked towards the hole left behind by the coffin. The closer he got to the hole, the colder he felt.
"Old Master Ren, there's something wrong with this corpse. I suggest that it be cremated on the spot.”
"Cremation?" Ren Zhan raised his eyebrows and said sternly,""No! My late father was most afraid of fire when he was alive. I've already caused my late father a lot of trouble by burying him in such a place.”
"If it's being cremated, then I, Ren Fa, am simply not a human! We definitely can't cremate him!"
"Anything is fine, but we can't cremate it. Ninth Uncle, think of another way!”
Ren Fa's attitude on this matter was unusually firm. He said it without hesitation and did not leave any room for negotiation.
"This…"
"Hey!"
Ninth Uncle sighed." In that case, let's move to the mortuary first! When I find a suitable grave, I'll bury Old Master Ren! Old Master Ren, please go back first!"
Ren Fa nodded and cupped his fists at the two of them." Ninth Uncle, Nephew Fang, I'll go back first!"”
As the crowd gradually dispersed, Ninth Uncle closed the coffin lid and whispered to Fang Gan,""Junior Brother, light a plum blossom incense array at the entrance of the tomb and see what shape it will burn into!”
"Good!"
Fang Gan agreed. He was prepared to find an excuse to stay, but Ninth Uncle took the initiative.
"Sigh, what an eventful time! I hope everything is safe!" Ninth Uncle flicked his Daoist robe and ordered the servants of the Ren residence to send the coffin to the mortuary before leaving with the crowd.
"Enter the mountain to worship the mountain, cross the river to worship the gods, and enter the temple to worship the Buddha!”
After muttering to himself for a while, his hands shook slightly and made a gesture. He took out a bamboo incense stick left behind by Ninth Uncle. With a twist of his fingers, a cluster of flames flashed and the incense stick was lit up.
"It's fate that we met. I'll give you an incense stick!”
Fang Gan placed three sticks of bamboo incense on the surrounding tombstones.
"Logically speaking! I should bow to you, but unfortunately, your blessings are too shallow and you can't stand it! It was already a great blessing to be able to endure an incense stick!”
A gentle breeze blew past, and the weeds around the graves all bowed down as if they were thanking Fang Gan.
"You know the rules of etiquette. Forget it, after this matter, I'll let senior brother ferret you!”
"Thank you!"
An ethereal voice echoed in Fang Gan's ears. He was a little surprised. Fang Gan turned around and looked at the lonely grave. It stood alone on the other side, as if it was being pushed aside by the other graves.
He didn't expect the plot to be so powerful. He thought that it wouldn't appear!
Haha!
I'm not Qiu Sheng, what's there to be afraid of!
If she appeared, he would ferry her and accumulate some Yin virtue. If she didn't know what was good for her, he would kill her.
"Gone far?"
Fang Gan glanced at the crowd that was coming down the mountain. His eyes flickered a few times, and he walked back to the cemetery.
At this moment, the deep hole left behind by the coffin was emitting waves of cold air. Even the grass at the edge of the coffin was covered in a layer of frost when it came into contact with the cold air!
"What heavy Yin Qi!"
P.S. Brothers, throw a tantrum!
I'll show you a unique skill!
duang,duang,duang!
How was it? This kowtow was sincere, right? I'm so touched by myself that I'm crying!
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