At this moment, Su Xing He was thinking about how to refine a magical weapon next. It was a firearm magical weapon.
Su Xinghe had even come up with names for his magical artifacts. There was the Desert Eagle Arhat, the Demon-Sweeping Submachine Gun, the Amitabha Grenade, the Merciful Gatling Bodhisattva...
What?
Why are they all Buddhist gods?
No!
No, if it was called such a name, the founder would definitely jump out of the statue!
Su Xing He was thinking about how to refine the gun magic weapon, while Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai pestered Ninth Uncle to think of a way for them.
Ninth Uncle was helpless against Qiu Sheng and the others.
"I've thought about it long ago. Otherwise, why would I let them carry the coffin to the mortuary?”
"Is there something wrong with the coffin?"
Wen Cai asked in surprise. He looked at Old Master Ren's coffin and even took a step back, afraid that there was something wrong with the coffin.
"There's nothing wrong with the coffin, but there's something wrong with the corpse in the coffin!!”
Ninth Uncle glared at Wen Cai and walked away.
"I also feel that something is wrong!" Wen Cai nodded and said with some approval.
"Yeah, it's been twenty years, but the corpse hasn't decomposed into bones. There must be something wrong!”
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at each other and quickly came to the coffin. They pushed the coffin open and were shocked to see Old Master Ren's appearance in the coffin.
"Master, you've put on weight!"
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai exclaimed.
"What is it? I've put on weight!"
Upon hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Ninth Uncle hurriedly walked to the front of the coffin. When he saw that Old Master Ren's body had begun to gain weight in the coffin, he immediately frowned.
Especially when he saw that Great-Grandfather Ren's fingernails had already grown out and were suffused with a green light, Ninth Uncle's expression became even uglier.
"Senior Brother, this Old Master Ren's corpse has been tampered with!!”
At some point, Su Xing He had already arrived beside Ninth Uncle. He also saw the change in Old Master Ren in the coffin and could not help but say in a serious voice.
"I've already discovered it. The fingernails of a zombie that's about to turn into a corpse don't look like this!”
Ninth Uncle said with a solemn expression. From all the signs, Old Master Ren's corpse transformation could no longer be stopped, and he would become very fierce.
"Quickly cover it up!"
Ninth Uncle waved his hand, signaling Qiu Shengwen to quickly close the coffin. It was currently night time, and they could not let Old Master Ren see the moonlight. Otherwise, its ferocity would become even stronger.
Ninth Uncle pulled up his sleeves and said to Qiu Shengwen,""Prepare paper, brush, ink, knife, and sword!”
"What is it?"
Hearing Ninth Uncle's words, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai immediately widened their eyes. They did not understand their master's words.
Su Xing He, who was watching from the side, could not help but pat the door. He did not know how Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai had learned Taoist skills from their senior brother in the past few years.
"Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword, how did you learn dao techniques!”
Su Xing He said as he looked at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai with a strange gaze.
"Hmph! The two of you, copy the Dongting Sutra for me. Let's see if you can learn it or not!!”
Ninth Uncle was furious. Su Xing He's strange gaze made Ninth Uncle feel a burning pain on his face.
Although he knew that this day would come, Ninth Uncle clearly did not expect Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to make such a low-level mistake.
Ninth Uncle looked at Qiu Shengwen with a gloomy face. The two of them were so scared that they moved quickly. Soon, they prepared paper, brush, ink, sword, and sword for Ninth Uncle.
"Master, are you going to kill chickens again?"
"Not killing chickens? Do I have to kill you?"
"Killing chickens is good! It's just nice to give Master a tonic. Master, let me do it!!”
Qiu Sheng shamelessly took the rooster from Ninth Uncle and kicked Wen Cai, signaling him to bring the big bowl over.
Qiu Sheng slashed down with his saber.
"Tick! Drip!"
The rooster's blood flowed into the bowl, especially the bright red crest on the rooster's head. Qiu Sheng took special care of it, and the blood in the crest was more positive.
In the end, half a bowl of chicken blood was left empty.
Taking the chicken blood from Qiu Sheng, Ninth Uncle immediately cast a spell. The candle burned the glutinous rice, and the glutinous rice fell into the chicken blood and ignited. Ninth Uncle then poured in black ink and stirred with his fingers that were suffused with a faint golden light.
After that, he covered the bowl with an eight-trigram plate and cast a spell to control the Rune Demon that had activated the Yang attribute in the ink into the ink fountain.
"Take it and paint Old Master Ren's coffin with ink lines. Remember, you have to paint every part of it!!”
Ninth Uncle handed the ink fountain to Wen Cai, then relaxed his shoulders and left.
Su Xing He was not in a hurry to leave. He sat on the chair and watched Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai play the ink thread. With his personal supervision, he naturally would not let them forget that there was no bullet at the bottom of the coffin.
……………
Late at night.
Su Xing He was meditating and cultivating in his room. Qiu Sheng had returned to his great-aunt's house in Ren Town. Ninth Uncle was in another room. Only Wen Cai was sleeping like a dead pig in Old Master Ren's morgue.
In the coffin placed in the morgue, Great-grandfather Ren's fingers trembled. At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of red flashed across them.
"Pfft! Chi chi chi!"
Great-Grandfather Ren's fingernails scratched the coffin, making a piercing sound. It was very loud in this quiet environment at night.
Unfortunately, Ninth Uncle and Su Xing He were not in the morgue, and Wen Cai, who was guarding the morgue, was sleeping soundly like a dead pig.
At a certain moment, Great-Grandfather Ren's hand pushed open the coffin lid. His fat palm slowly stretched out from the gap, but he accidentally touched the ink thread on the outside of the coffin.
"Psst!"
Encountering an evil object like Old Master Ren, the Yang Qi in the ink fountain line was stimulated, and the entire ink fountain line lit up with a golden luster.
Great-Grandfather Ren's palm was like an ordinary person being burned by fire. He immediately retracted it into the coffin.
"Bang!"
Great-grandfather Ren's palm was retracted too quickly. The coffin lid lost its support and fell down rapidly, immediately emitting a loud crash.
Uncle Nine's room was next to the morgue. Upon hearing the commotion in the morgue, Uncle Nine instantly woke up from his sleep, put on his clothes, and rushed out.
In Su Xinghe's room on the other side of the morgue, Su Xinghe also heard the commotion in the morgue. He knew that Grandpa Ren wanted to come out and quickly rushed out. He happened to see Ninth Uncle coming out of the room and running towards the morgue.
" Senior Brother!"
Su Xing He greeted.
Ninth Uncle nodded and quickly opened the door of the morgue. He carefully entered and lit the candles in the room.
He first looked at Wen Cai and found that he was still sleeping soundly. Ninth Uncle shook his head and then turned his attention to the coffin.
At this moment, Su Xing He was already standing next to the coffin of Old Master Ren. Looking at the scratch marks on the side of the coffin, his expression became serious.
Junior Brother, what's wrong?"
Seeing Su Xing He's solemn expression, Ninth Uncle walked to Su Xing He's side and asked. His gaze looked in the direction Su Xing He was looking at.
There was a scratch mark on the coffin!
"Old Master Ren has already turned into a corpse!"
Su Xing He said in a serious tone. Ninth Uncle's expression was also not very good. His lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but he did not say it.
In less than a day, Old Master Ren had already turned into a corpse to such an extent. If Old Master Ren was not dealt with as soon as possible, it would sooner or later cause a disaster.
"Senior Brother, use the ink thread. These ink threads might not be able to trap this guy!”
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