In the ancestral hall, a hand with pitch-black nails slowly stretched out from the gap in the coffin of Old Master Ren.
Bang!
The hand that touched the ink thread immediately retracted in pain.
Inside the house.
Lu Li was cultivating the Mao Mountain Qi Gathering Technique.
A strange sound caught his attention.
The voice came from the ancestral hall.
Could Old Master Ren have come out?
Thinking of this, Lu Li stood up and ran to the ancestral hall.
At the entrance of the ancestral hall.
Lu Li ran into Uncle Nine.
However, she saw that Ninth Uncle's clothes were a little messy. It was obvious that he had run out in a hurry.
"Lu Li, why are you here?" Uncle Nine asked.”
"Master, I was cultivating in the house when I heard the commotion in the ancestral hall. I was afraid that Old Master Ren would come out, so I rushed over.”
Lu Li answered truthfully.
"Not bad."
Ninth Uncle was very gratified.
Look at his little disciple. She didn't sleep even in the middle of the night. Instead, she was working hard to cultivate.
In the ancestral hall.
Lu Li lit the candles around him. The weak candlelight illuminated the entire ancestral hall.
Old Master Ren's coffin lay quietly on the spot.
Lu Li checked. The exorcism talisman was still there and so was the ink fountain.
If his guess was correct, Old Master Ren had already turned into a zombie, but he was unable to come out of the coffin.
The best way now was to burn the coffin and the person.
That way, even if Old Master Ren was a zombie now, he could only turn into a pile of ashes.
but
Old Master Ren once said that his father was most afraid of fire when he was alive.
Moreover, Ninth Uncle had already promised Old Master Ren not to cremate him.
It's hard to deal with.
"Master, why don't we cremate Old Master Ren's body?”
Lu Li reminded Uncle Nine.
"No."
"Since I've already agreed, I definitely won't go back on my word.”
Ninth Uncle shook his head and refused.
"Master, Old Master Ren's corpse might have already turned into a zombie.”
Lu Li said.
"Impossible."
Looking at his little disciple's worried expression, Ninth Uncle smiled and said,""It's not that easy for a corpse to turn into a zombie.”
"The commotion just now was probably caused by a cat or a mouse.”
"It's fine here. Let's go back."
Lu Li was speechless.
How was it impossible?
He was sure that Old Master Ren had already turned into a zombie.
When he got close to the coffin, he heard a sound from inside. The sound was very soft, and it was impossible to hear it if he did not listen carefully.
In the ancestral hall.
Lu Li blew out the candle. When he reached the door, he turned around and took a look at the coffin.
The coffin was surrounded by ink thread, and there was also his own LV8 exorcism talisman. Under the double insurance, it was likely that Old Master Ren would not be able to come out.
Thinking of this, Lu Li closed the door of the ancestral hall and went back to his room to cultivate.
......
In the pitch-black ancestral hall.
There was another sound from the coffin, but a hand reached out from the other side. When the hand touched the ink fountain, a golden light appeared, and Old Master Ren immediately withdrew his hand.
Not long after.
Great-grandfather Ren tried again. This time, he reached out his hand and touched it down instead of up.
He never expected that not only was there an ink thread above, but there was also one below.
Bang!
The coffin closed again.
The fourth time.
This was the most unlucky time. He had touched the exorcism talisman that Lu Li had put on him.
Stabbing--
Great-grandfather Ren's hand was in so much pain that black smoke was coming out.
At the same time.
Ren Town, in a mountain forest a few kilometers away.
In the pitch-black cave, there was a black-robed man whose face could not be seen clearly. In front of him was a stage.
"It's time."
"Today is the day Ren Weiyong comes out of the coffin.”
Then, he said,
The black-robed man chanted an incantation. Then, he picked up a paper figurine and poured out a piece of hair from a small bottle.
After everything was done, that person shouted,""Up-"
On the platform, the paper man was slowly standing up.
In the next moment,
The paper figurine that was about to stand up suddenly fell down.
"What happened?"
The black-robed man frowned.
"Up-"
He chanted the incantation again.
But the paper figurine fell down again.
"Is it because of Ren Weiyong?"
The black-robed man muttered to himself.
His name was Zhuge Zhi.
At the same time, he was also a Feng Shui master from twenty years ago.
Zhuge Zhi stood up and walked out of the cave, heading towards the mortuary.
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