It was late at night, but the Ren residence was still brightly lit. There were servants coming in and out continuously, cleaning up the broken things in the courtyard and serving pastries and hot tea to everyone in the hall.
Although it was a busy scene, everyone's faces were filled with fear. They only felt that the darkness outside the door was like a ghost that swallowed everyone, making them shudder.
In the living room, Ninth Uncle picked up a cup of hot tea and took a sip. Then he picked up an egg tart and tasted it. He couldn't help but nod.
Ever since he had eaten the egg tarts in the Ren residence, Ninth Uncle had been infatuated with this sweet pastry. Now that he had another bite, he felt that it was fragrant and comfortable.
"Old Master Ren, do you want a serving?”
"No thanks!"
Ren Fa sat on the sofa at the side, wiggling his butt from time to time as if there were nails growing on it.
Ninth Uncle glanced at the restless Ren Fa and said,""Old Master Ren, didn't I tell you to rest early? Tomorrow morning, I still need you to mobilize the people in town for a meeting! We don't have your prestige!"
"Sigh! That's true, but how can I still sleep after such a thing happened?”
Ren Fa sighed heavily and said regretfully,""If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have dug it out and burned it that morning. Sigh!"
Ninth Uncle glanced at him but did not say anything.
What did you say when I suggested that you cremate him on the spot? Now you regret it?
If he didn't suffer losses, he wouldn't improve. He always felt that such an unlucky thing wouldn't happen to him. Once it happened, he would sigh and complain.
"Don't worry, that zombie was injured by my junior brother's Thundering Fist. In addition, he didn't absorb the blood of his loved ones, so he can't do much now. As long as we're careful, it won't be a big deal!”
"I hope so!" Ren Fa raised his head and looked at the moon outside. The moon was as red as blood, and the hazy moonlight seemed to have covered the courtyard with a layer of blood. His expression was very complicated, and no one knew what he was thinking.
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There was a stretch of green mountains in the northwest direction of the Ren family town. The mountain range that the Ren family's old master's tomb rested on was a branch of this mountain range.
The green mountains were endless. After circling around, it felt as if they had surrounded the Ren Family Town. If it were not for the flat land in the north, the Ren Family Town would be even poorer.
At the foot of the green mountain in the northwest was a messy grave.
It was said that in the previous dynasty, this was the place where the surrounding villages and towns dealt with death row prisoners. As a result, this place was covered in fog all year round. Sunlight could not shine directly on it. Now, it was even faintly transforming into miasma.
The surrounding seven or eight villages and towns, even the villagers who relied on the mountains to survive, would not choose to enter the mountains from here. They would rather take a big detour.
The bones of criminals who had been executed for more than 200 years were buried underground.
Those who had been executed already had extremely heavy resentment. Now that they were all gathered together, the density of the Yin Qi here far exceeded ordinary people's imagination.
Even if the group of old monks from the Heavenly Dragon Temple were to move out together, they would probably not be able to purify the vengeful souls here without two to three years.
At this moment, the tattered and disheveled Old Master Ren was jumping around on the ground.
The waning moon was like blood, and traces of moonlight enveloped its body. Silvery-white traces of moonlight essence as thick as hair were absorbed by it.
"Roar!"
Great-Grandfather Ren suddenly stopped and opened his arms. He raised his head and revealed his one-inch-long fangs as he bowed respectfully to the moon.
A ball of extremely condensed moonlight essence slowly appeared above its head. It broke down into strands of essence and entered its body through its nostrils.
As the moonlight essence was absorbed, the fist mark on his chest that was flashing with lightning gradually dissipated, and his body gradually returned to its original form.
At this moment, Great-grandfather Ren's nostrils flapped, and a faint trace of blood entered his nose.
For zombies, they usually relied on smell to search for prey, not their eyes. Therefore, they often saw in Uncle Nine's movies that when they encountered zombies, they could escape by holding their breath.
However, this was not very rigorous. Only undeads, white zombies and black zombies relied on smell to find people. Once they advanced to jumping zombies, unless they were blind, it was useless to hold their breath.
Because zombies can see you!
However, zombies were best at searching for prey based on smell. The blood aura emitted by living people was like a bright light in the night to zombies, unusually eye-catching.
At this moment, Great-Grandfather Ren, who smelled a trace of blood essence, was unusually excited. He roared and leaped toward the source of the blood essence.
Although the moonlight essence could also heal its injuries, it was far slower than absorbing the blood of a living person. Therefore, when it discovered this blood essence, it was abnormally excited.
"As expected!"
On a large tree in the forest not far away, Fang Gan activated his Dharma Eye and saw Great-Grandfather Ren jump forward.
As for why the zombie could not smell the blood Qi on his body.
As a sect that had been passed down for more than a thousand years, Mao Mountain had long studied the habits of zombies thoroughly, and the corresponding spells naturally came into being.
To dodge a falling flying zombie, a zombie that was only at jumping zombie realm was really easy!
Rustle! Rustle!
Footsteps gradually approached the tree Fang Gan was hiding in.
With the help of the moonlight, Fang Gan gradually saw the person's appearance.
He was wearing a gray-black Daoist robe and did not wear any accessories on his head. His hair was scattered and he was short, about six feet tall, with an unshaven beard.
It was not difficult to see that this person was as thin as a stick through the withered palm under the Daoist robe. The Daoist robe that should have been very tight actually felt very loose on this person.
The old Taoist walked unsteadily as if a breeze could blow him over.
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