In the room where the coffin was stored in the mortuary, Lin Jiu held up two short and one long plum blossom incense sticks with a frown.
"Master, don't frown. Those wrinkles can kill a fly!”
Wen Cai looked at his master, Lin Jiu and Zou Mei, who were telling cold jokes. He wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but who knew that he would receive a glare.
"I told you to read properly but you didn't. Do you want to anger Master to death?”
Facing his master's scolding, Wen Cai was used to it, and a timid smile hung on his face.
Zhang Wenjie, who was standing at the side, threw down the junk in his hand and looked at the indifferent Wencai.
"People are afraid of three long and two short, incense taboo two short and one long, the family is unlucky!”
After saying that, he raised his hand and patted the coffin of Grand Master Ren twice.
"Old Master Ren's house? Hah! That's none of our business!"
It was not their funeral home's business, so Wen Cai did not care about others.
"Senior Brother, in October, the mustard leaves will dry your heart. The person you like, Ren Tingting, is his daughter. Do you think she will be implicated?”
Seeing Qiu Sheng walking over, Zhang Wenjie removed his hand from the coffin and turned around to make room.
"Junior brother, you…you have no respect for your elders. How dare you make fun of me!”
Wen Cai's face was as red as a monkey's butt, but he reacted instantly. He turned around and jogged to his master, Lin Jiu's side. He grabbed his master's hand tightly and shook it.
"Master, you have to think of a way, Tingting…"
"Stop! Why did he call it intimate? Tingting! Look at your silly face. It has nothing to do with you. I don't see you caring so much about Master!”
Lin Jiu flung Wen Cai's hands over and scolded him in disappointment.
"Master…"
"Hmph, what are you crying for? Your master isn't dead!”
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Qiu Sheng pushed open the coffin lid. He was about to dress the corpse, but the skin of the corpse in the coffin was inexplicably wrinkled.
"Master! Master! The corpse is swelling!"
Hearing this, Lin Jiu gave up on teaching Wen Cai a lesson and hurriedly stepped forward to check.
Zhang Wenjie also glanced at the guy in the coffin and put away the scissors in his hand. Such sharp nails probably wouldn't be able to cut it!
After throwing away the trash, he came in with a tray of things not far from the coffin. On the tray were yellow paper, red pens, kitchen knives, wooden swords, and black ink.
The other hand was holding a big rooster with a bright red comb on its head.
"Uh…cough…well done, Wenjie!"
Ninth Uncle looked at the tools on the tray and nodded in satisfaction. Having a skilled disciple was indeed twice the result with half the effort.
"Junior brother, why did you prepare so early?”
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were very curious as to why Zhang Wenjie had prepared it so early, especially that big rooster!
"When I moved back to the tomb, I found that there was something wrong with Grand Master Ren's corpse. In the study, there was a record of a certain case that was very similar.”
"Just in case, I specially went to buy a few big roosters. Even if they aren't, they can be used to nourish Master's body!”
"Yes, yes, thank you!"
Ninth Uncle nodded in satisfaction. His efforts to nurture him had not been in vain.
Without further ado, Zhang Wenjie held the rooster's neck with three fingers and raised his head. His other hand gripped the chicken's wings tightly. Lin Jiu, who was beside him, slashed the rooster's neck with a dagger.
After resisting the rooster's struggle, the chicken blood flowed down its neck and into the small bowl below.
After that, Master Lin Jiu began to prepare the ink. After some preparation, the mixture of chicken blood ink was introduced into the ink fountain.
"Wenjie, you and Qiusheng, flick the ink thread on the coffin. Don't make any mistakes!”
"If the two of them are busy, what about me?”
Wen Cai felt that his sense of existence had become much lower recently. Even his master did not like cold jokes anymore.
"Do you see this rooster? I'll give you the task of making four dishes and one soup!”
It was shameful to waste. Lin Jiu was not willing to waste such a fresh product.
"Oh, what about you, Master?"
"Why would Master tell you? Humph…"
After saying that, Lin Jiufeng turned around and left. Just as he was about to step into the door, he remembered Wen Cai's bad temper.
He turned around and looked at Wen Cai, who was carrying a rooster.
" Master, I need to make a trip to the Ren residence. It won't take more than two hours. I'd better prepare a meal when I return. Otherwise…"
"Yes, Master, leave it to me!”
Wen Cai looked at his two junior brothers who were busy lying on the coffin and holding the rooster. He suddenly felt that this was his master's love for him. Otherwise, why would he not let him play the ink line?
She flashed her white teeth at Qiu Sheng and Zhang Wenjie and said indifferently," Thank you for your hard work." Then, she carried the rooster and disappeared from the morgue.
Qiu Sheng had long been used to Wen Cai's character, but it was better for his junior brother to cooperate with him. In a short while, he filled the entire coffin with ink thread.
"Done!"
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng missed the ink line at the bottom of the coffin, which led to the successful corpse transformation of Grand Master Ren. This time, Zhang Wenjie deliberately filled the ink line.
"Aiya, I'm tired. Junior Brother, can't you stop for a while? What's the use of playing so much ink!”
Qiu Sheng held his old waist and hit it from time to time, yawning and complaining.
"Second Senior Brother, there's nothing wrong with being careful. Look at this old man, who knows if he'll turn into a corpse!”
"Although Master is here and even if he turns into a corpse, nothing will happen, it's still up to us to clean up the mess!”
"It's better to work harder now than to clean up this old man's mess!”
After Zhang Wenjie finished speaking, he raised his leg and kicked the high-quality coffin, his tone carrying impatience.
"Junior Brother, how do you know? By the way, did the miscellaneous notes you mentioned just now really record this?”
Qiu Sheng thought about it and felt that what Zhang Wenjie said made sense. He quickly asked about the reason for the zombie transformation.
"I don't know about others, but this old man looks like a cuckold. He's probably angered to death!”
"With a mouthful of resentment in his mouth that has not dissipated and condensed into a baleful aura, and being trapped in that top-covered Dragonfly Skipping the Water Corpse Nurturing Cave, the possibility of him turning into a corpse is very high!”
"F * ck, then why don't we burn him and wait for the new year!”
Qiu Sheng thought about how Ren Fa, that old man, had caused him to have a high chance of cleaning up his mess. He was instantly enraged. Just as he was about to do something, he was stopped by Zhang Wenjie.
"Senior Brother, don't be angry. Anyway, I'm just worried. Besides, I have Master. Maybe I won't turn into a corpse!”
"Senior brother, you must be tired. Leave this place to me. While master is out cooking, you should quickly rest!”
After snatching the candle from Qiu Sheng's hand, Zhang Wenjie forcefully pushed Qiu Sheng to rest. He would clean up the place himself.
"Then Junior Brother, I'll leave this place to you!”
As long as he did not have to do it himself, Qiu Sheng was still very willing to cooperate with Zhang Wenjie's suggestion!
Looking at the empty morgue, Zhang Wenjie took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it.
After blowing out a beautiful ring of smoke, he patted the coffin and pushed the lid open.
He reached out his left hand and forcefully pried open Grand Master Ren's mouth. His right hand shook off the ashes, and the ashes fell quietly without moving. He was sure that the dead man's head had not turned into a corpse yet.
Zhang Wenjie smiled and let go of his hand. With a cigarette in his mouth, he turned around and walked out of the house. After a while, he dragged the things in the sack into the house.
Looking at the corpse in the coffin, Zhang Wenjie took out a small box from the sack.
After opening the small box, he stuffed a few concentrated mint candy pills into Grand Master Ren's nose and didn't forget to stab it in with an iron rod.
After he was done, Zhang Wenjie took out a pair of metal gloves from the sack.
He took out a clamp that was similar to an open-close clamp and opened Grand Master Ren's mouth to the limit. After fixing it, he took out a metal tube and stabbed it directly into his mouth. It felt like digging out feces.
Following the hollow pipe, Zhang Wenjie first put a high-elastic plastic bag on the inner wall of the pipe.
Then, he poured some ink mixed with chicken blood into the body. Then, he tied the plastic bag tightly. The plastic bag bounced back and entered the body through the tube.
He repeated it a few times until the materials were used up. After retrieving the tube, Zhang Wenjie took out another liquid and poured it directly into Grand Elder Ren's mouth. Then, he removed the clip.
This kind of rapidly solidifying glue directly sealed the mouth of the corpse. I want to see how the corpse opens its mouth after transforming.
As for the liquid capsule in its stomach…
Finally, he poured a bag of glutinous rice into the coffin and closed the lid.
"I want to see if history can be changed!”
Lin Jiu had just returned, and Wen Cai had already completed his task perfectly. There were four dishes and a soup on the table.
One chicken for the four of them was simply not enough to fill the gaps between their teeth. Originally, Zhang Wenjie had suggested adding a whole chicken and vegetables, but he was stopped by the miser master.
Even though Zhang Wenjie was the one who bought it, the chicken had fallen into Lin Jiu's hands and she had never looked back. How could she possibly eat another one!
Qiu Sheng, who had just had a free meal, stood up and bid farewell to his master Lin Jiu while Wen Cai was clearing the table.
"Master, I'll go back first!"
"Every time you eat, you just leave. Don't you see what time it is now? Don't leave so late. Be careful not to encounter ghosts!”
"Fork your mouth. I'm so lucky that I wouldn't see a ghost!”
Hearing Wen Cai's words, Qiu Sheng lit a stick of incense and stuck it into the back of the bicycle. He stepped on the bicycle and disappeared from the gate of the mortuary in a short while.
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