Hey, hey, hey, hey!"
Qin Shiyi raised the shovel in his hand and stabbed it into the ground.
Dig and dig…
He moved quickly, and in just a short while, he had dug open the grave, and the coffin inside was immediately revealed in front of him.
"Eh, this is a dragonfly skimming the water?”
"It's thirty-four feet long and only four feet can be used. No wonder people say that if the ancestors are buried vertically, the descendants will definitely be great! The housing conditions were indeed a little tight!”
Qin Shiyi observed for a moment.
All of a sudden, he noticed that there were balls of black gas slowly floating around the coffin.
"Hmm, it seems to be Corpse Qi!"
Qin Shiyi's lips twitched. He knew that this was because his senses had become sharper after he had attained cultivation, allowing him to see things that ordinary people couldn't.
Clenching the shovel in his hand, he found a crack in the coffin and pried it open.
Creak…
A tooth-numbing sound came from the place where the force was applied.
He continued to hit the coffin a few more times. With a clang, the coffin lid was flipped to the side.
Following that, a strong stench spread out from the coffin.
Qin Shiyi quickly held his breath.
It was a little unbearable. The smell was so strong that she almost threw up her dinner.
When the stench dissipated, he looked forward.
As expected.
Old Master Ren's face, which was lying in the coffin, was green. He still maintained his appearance when he was buried, and there was no trace of decay.
Qin Shiyi didn't dare to neglect.
He immediately took out the Fire Talisman and held it between his two fingers, muttering something.
Then, he flung the talisman onto Great-Grandfather Ren's forehead.
Boom!
In an instant.
A blinding flame rose, and the sizzling sound of the corpse being burned was endless.
Great-grandfather Ren, a zombie boss who had yet to awaken, was instantly annihilated by Qin Shiyi's fierce manipulation.
"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect the Fire Talisman to be so effective!”
Qin Shiyi nodded in satisfaction. He felt that his previous worries were completely unnecessary.
With a Fire Talisman, even the coffin was reduced to ashes.
He continued to wave the shovel and fill the soil back. He then trimmed the grave slightly and returned it to its original state.
After everything was settled, Qin Shiyi held the lantern in his left hand and the shovel in his right.
He followed the path he came from and returned to the mortuary.
……
In the following days.
Qin Shiyi went to the town and ordered several sets of new clothes for himself and his two senior brothers.
Of course, Ninth Uncle definitely had a share, and he also received an additional pocket watch.
As for where the money would come from?
Naturally, Qin Shiyi had accidentally stolen a few pieces of horseshoe gold when he entered the Pingshan Tomb. When he returned, he had exchanged them all for cash.
Now, he was also someone who did not lack money.
As for the rest of the time, apart from eating, Qin Shiyi basically stayed in his room and practiced hard.
Another six days passed.
It was a good day for moving and digging.
Ninth Uncle personally took charge of the Ren family's grave relocation.
Everyone came to the northwest suburbs together, to the grave of Old Master Ren.
Everyone could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. They were all dumbfounded.
"Father!"
"Where is my father?"
Old Master Ren's face was ashen. He was so angry that his entire body was trembling. He wailed," Which bastard is so wicked? He actually took away my father's coffin and body…"
Ninth Uncle frowned slightly at the side. He looked closely and sniffed again. Soon, he found something.
The color of the soil was not right. A portion of the soil was charred black, and there were traces of the fire talisman being burned.
This meant that the coffin was not stolen, but someone had secretly burned the coffin and the corpse into ashes.
Ninth Uncle suddenly recalled how Qin Shiyi had practiced his guts late at night with a shovel.
This…could it be Eleven?
In the entire Ren family town, only his third disciple had the ability to use talismans.
However, Ninth Uncle didn't expose him on the spot. He only glared at Qin Shiyi.
The matter of moving the grave naturally fell through.
Back at the mortuary.
Before Ninth Uncle could say anything, Qin Shiyi had already told him the whole story.
When he was training his courage, he noticed the corpse aura on Old Master Ren's grave.
As a disciple of Mao Mountain, he had to uphold justice, ward off evil, and suppress zombies!
Since the corpse was about to turn into a corpse, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing to prevent others from being harmed.
Of course, he had to take action immediately to extinguish the danger.
In short, Qin Shiyi's waves were endless.
He said it righteously and grandly.
What could Ninth Uncle do?
Qin Shiyi had good intentions, and he didn't want to be too harsh on his own disciple.
Helpless.
After teaching Qin Shiyi a lesson, the two of them changed the topic.
"Master, so you also exchanged for the Hundred Treasures Wish Pouch. This thing is quite convenient to store things and is especially useful!”
"Sigh, it's good, but it's too expensive! I've spent almost all of my points.”
"Don't worry, one month is almost up, we can enter the instance dungeon again!”
"With your abilities, I'm afraid you won't be able to earn points…"
Qin Shiyi was full of beautiful words.
As for the fact that his reward was three times that of Ninth Uncle, he chose to forget about it.
After all, it would be too depressing to say it out loud, so it was better not to mention it.
Ninth Uncle's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.
Only after experiencing it did he know that it was really fragrant!
Ninth Uncle was very clear about the benefits of entering the dungeon, so he naturally did not mind giving it another try.
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