Outside the mortuary.
Lin Mu weighed the four dollars in his hand and looked at the two people who wanted to cry but had no tears."What are you looking at? It's my hard work fee. Go, go, go.”
"Little Uncle-Master, can we…Don't tell Master."
"It depends on your Martial Uncle's mood." Lin Mu pocketed the money and walked into the gate of the mortuary.
The few of them finished their meal quickly. Ninth Uncle was still curious why his two disciples looked so tired, especially Qiu Sheng. The word "kidney deficiency" was almost written on his face.
How could Qiu Sheng have thought that just a hug from that female ghost would make his entire body weak? If he had known earlier, he would have let Wen Cai wear that big red flower.
Before Qiusheng returned home, Ninth Uncle gave him a packet of tonic with concern and said earnestly,""Young man, you still have to control yourself and take care of your body.”
Qiu Sheng was about to defend himself when he heard Ninth Uncle say,""There's no need to say anything else. Your master can see it.”
Late at night, Lin Mu didn't sleep. He could clearly feel that after killing the red banana spirit in the forest, his control of lightning had become more proficient. He believed that he would gain more battle experience in the future.
Apart from that, in the original work, it was supposed to be the day that Old Master Ren broke free from the ink fountain's seal on the coffin. It was already late at night, but there was still no movement. Could it be that there was a problem somewhere?
Before Lin Mu contacted him, Great-grandfather Ren had sensed his aura and retracted his hand. The Banana Spirit did not dare to appear because he was present.
Perhaps it was because he had the power of lightning in his body that these evil beings, who were more sensitive to qi, could sense the dense lightning qi around him.
This deadly pressure made Old Master Ren not dare to break free.
Thinking of this, Lin Mu immediately turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared from the mortuary. The originally abundant power of lightning disappeared without a trace.
In less than half an hour, a black shadow sneakily walked into a deserted house outside the mortuary, carrying a large cloth bag on his shoulder.
This was an old man with a slightly hunched figure. His haggard face was dull, and his eyes were white like those of a dying person as he looked at the memorial hall in the distance.
There were some canine tooth pendants hanging on his skinny arms, and his wrinkled hands took out a strange drum-like instrument from the cloth bag behind him.
He supported his body and walked into the courtyard of the dilapidated house, taking out the rest of the things in the cloth bag.
His skinny fingers had already turned black. It was obvious that the poison had entered his knuckles due to his cultivation of some kind of poison technique.
His withered hand took out a centipede that was a foot long from the cloth bag. Countless slender legs wrapped around his fingers. The old man shook the centipede that was wrapped around his hand and threw it to the ground.
Then, he took out a black spider the size of an adult's head. Its fine fur was stained with a lot of sticky liquid. A thick stench instantly spread throughout the house. Wherever the smell spread, the rats that loved the stench also fled.
Immediately after, the old man took out a half-dead scorpion. When he took it out, he was stung by the scorpion's tail. The old man did not feel anything. He even licked the venom on his fingertips and casually placed the scorpion on the ground.
Then, there was a jar of geckos. Some were ground into powder, while others were dried whole. They were placed in a jar and placed to the side.
Finally, the old man took out a toad that was bigger than a washbasin. The toad was covered in purple-green pustules. When the old man took it out, he even broke a few pustules with his hands, and an extremely sticky and disgusting yellow liquid flowed out.
Not only did the old man not despise it, but he greedily put his finger into his mouth and sucked it. He randomly licked the toad's ruptured pustule with his tongue and made a clicking sound.
The old man placed a few poisonous creatures in four directions around him and placed the toad beside him. Then, he picked up a strange drum and muttered an incantation. Then, he gently patted the drum with his hand that was covered in saliva and all kinds of poisonous mucus.
With a strange rhythm, the drum beat accompanied by an incantation drifted towards the memorial hall in the distance.
In the mortuary, Old Master Ren's coffin seemed to have heard the strange drumming. Its body trembled slowly and then it suddenly broke free from the coffin.
His tightly shut eyes suddenly opened. His beast-like gaze did not hide his desire for flesh and blood.
"Thump, thump, thump-"
Accompanied by the drumbeats, Old Master Ren jumped out of the mortuary.
The old man walked out of the house with a drum in his arms. He beat the drum to a rhythm and saw Great-grandfather Ren coming to a meadow. Two black lambs were still looking up at this strange figure.
In the next moment, the lamb was grabbed by Great-grandfather Ren. Its sharp fangs bit through its throat, and warm blood kept gushing out. Great-grandfather Ren greedily sucked it.
After a while, only two black goats with strange blood marks on their necks were left.
The old man looked at the masterpiece he had raised and could not help but feel a little proud. To be able to become a jumping zombie after leaving the coffin, this was definitely one of the best existences in the eyes of a corpse cultivator.
At the thought of this, his heart was filled with pride. The drumming in his hands sped up, and a zombie sped up toward the Ren family mansion.
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