The outer region of the Hundred Thousand Mountains was called the Nine Yin Mountains.
At this moment, in a natural karst cave in the Nine Yin Mountain.
The cave was very damp and there was not much light. From time to time, the sound of dripping water could be heard.
An old Daoist in a black robe was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed.
His face was thin, his hair was like withered grass, and his eyebrows and beard drooped down to his chest. It seemed that he had not left the Nine Yin Mountain for many years.
"Logically speaking, today is the day Ren Weiyong is born. The Ren family town should be in a state of misery. Why is there no blood essence coming from it yet?”
The old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes and revealed a puzzled expression.
His right hand began to calculate quickly.
A moment later, the old Taoist priest frowned and his face became even more confused.
"Strange! It was really strange! Could it be that Ren Weiyong didn't even suck his blood? How did this happen?"
After thinking for a moment, the old Taoist priest put his palms together and made a hand seal. He shouted,
"Return!"
Not long after, a rustling sound came from outside the cave. A black shadow quickly jumped into the cave.
This black shadow was Ren Weiyong, who had escaped from the yamen earlier!
The black-robed old Taoist priest looked at Ren Weiyong and immediately frowned.
What heavy injuries!
These injuries didn't have any traces of Dao techniques. They were all injuries caused by violence!
"Martial arts expert?"
The expression of the black-robed old Taoist priest changed slightly.
In this Dharma Ending Age where demons ran amok, there were people like him who were good at using the Ghost Domain. There were Taoist masters like Ninth Uncle, Buddhist monks, and martial arts masters!
Among them, martial arts experts were the most difficult to find!
Ordinary martial artists were no match for those demons and monsters. Only when one's martial arts was divine and one's qi and blood were vigorous to a certain extent could one not fear ghosts and gods and suppress demons!
Since when did this tiny Ren Family Town have such a powerful martial artist?
In an instant, the expression of the old Taoist priest in black robes became gloomy and uncertain.
A moment later, he snorted coldly,"So what if he's a martial arts expert? This old man has refined Ren Weiyong, this zombie, for twenty years. No one can stop my plan!”
"Hmph, and if this martial arts expert is really strong, Ren Weiyong definitely won't be able to escape. I reckon that this martial arts expert is only a little stronger than Ren Weiyong. There's nothing to be afraid of.”
"Enter the coffin!"
Boom!
In the darkness behind the black-robed old Taoist priest, an upright stone coffin crashed down!
The coffin door opened wide, and Ren Weiyong jumped in!
The black-robed old Taoist priest stood up and took out a black gourd from his sleeve. He opened the gourd and poured it toward the stone coffin.
A thick black mucus poured out from the mouth of the gourd and entered the stone coffin, gradually drowning Ren Weiyong.
In an instant, Ren Weiyong's injuries recovered quickly, and his aura began to become stronger and stronger!
"Ren Weiyong, oh Ren Weiyong, this Corpse Cultivation Liquid was refined by this old man using forty-nine types of Yin objects. Don't disappoint this old man.”
In the dark cave, the old Taoist priest's hoarse voice echoed.
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The mortuary was very lively.
Ninth Uncle, Chang Wei, Ren Tingting, and Ren Fa were all gathered here.
Ren Fa, who had just taken a glutinous rice bath and had his arms covered with glutinous rice, looked much better. He was no longer as green as before.
Although it was still a little pale, as the corpse poison dissipated, it would get better sooner or later. It was not a big problem.
"Humph, that old zombie is really hateful. If Ah Wei didn't arrive in time and chase that old zombie away, I'm afraid I would have died in the hands of that old zombie!”
Ren Fa, who had recovered, could not hide his anger. He slapped the armrest of his chair and said angrily,
"I can't deal with that zombie, but if I find out who the descendant of that zombie is, I'll definitely teach his descendant a good lesson and personally slap him a few times to vent my anger!”
Ren Fa took a deep breath and asked Ninth Uncle,""Oh right, Ninth Uncle, my father should be fine, right?”
The people who were talking stopped talking instantly.
Ren Fa saw that Ninth Uncle was looking at him with a strange expression and did not reply. He could not help but ask in confusion,""Ninth Uncle, what's wrong? Say something!"
Ninth Uncle coughed awkwardly and said,""Old Master Ren, that old zombie is your father.”
"Your father? Hmph, so what if that old zombie is my father? If I see his descendant, must I slap my father a few times?! Wait a minute! You said that zombie is my father?"
Ren Fa's eyes widened instantly.
What the hell?
That ugly old zombie is my father?
Is my father trying to kill me today?
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Ren Fa gulped and asked tentatively,""Ninth Uncle, are you sure? Is that really my father?"
Ninth Uncle rubbed his nose and said," Old Master Ren, of course I'm not mistaken. The old zombie today is Old Master Ren."”
After a pause, Ninth Uncle sighed." I told you at the grave mountain that your father had to be cremated because I could tell that your father had already turned into a corpse."”
Hearing this, Ren Fa's expression became a little awkward. He stammered a few words of explanation, and in the end, he simply let out a long sigh and did not say anything else.
He turned to Tsune Takeshi and hesitated for a moment before blinking."That nephew, if you see my father again, can you be gentler? My father was beaten up too badly by you."
Originally, when he saw Ren Weiyong being beaten up by Tsune Takeshi, he felt quite good.
After knowing that it was his father, he immediately felt a pain in his liver.
"Okay, Uncle."
Tsune Takeshi grinned.
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