Zombie: Covering the sky with one hand, taking Uncle Jiu as my master from the mortuary
22 Senior Brother, I’m very sad about your misfortune.

Yue Zhi Qi

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The entire body of a plant demon was a treasure. Zhang Wenjie ignored the system notification and kicked open the wooden door to run towards the banana forest.

Compared to those female ghosts, zombies, or monsters that were transformed from animals, the fact that plants could transform into monsters was completely a blessing from the heavens.

Especially in this Age of Chaos!

Taking advantage of the fact that the demonic aura had yet to dissipate, Zhang Wenjie went straight to his destination with his Heavenly Eye. It was a charred banana tree in the banana forest.

He swung the Demon Binding Lock in his hand and directly split the banana tree into two. After opening the heart of the tree, he took out a three-foot-long solid banana heart.

After Zhang Wenjie waved it casually, he felt that it was unusually light. He turned around and swept, directly cutting seven or eight banana trees nearby.

"So sturdy!"

A dull sound rang out as Zhang Wenjie, who was holding the heart of the banana tree, broke open a piece of rock with brute force.

It was no wonder that there weren't many plant demons in the world. Even this broken banana tree could drop equipment.

Zhang Wenjie had always lacked a weapon. How could a Taoist priest walk the martial world without a sword?

The size was just right. It was definitely a good material for making magic tools!

He put the tree heart on his waist, took out a few fire talismans from his cloth bag, and threw them in the direction of Hongxi Village.

Several fireballs streaked across the night sky, illuminating Red Creek Village. This made Village Chief Kuang unusually anxious.

"Demon, I will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens today. Watch my sword!”

A loud voice came from the banana garden.

After the fireball, a huge explosion sounded from the banana garden.

"Village chief, should we go over and help?”

A young man behind Village Chief Kuang held a machete in his hand and looked in the direction of the banana garden.

"Help your head. You know how to subdue demons, do you understand?”

"Oh…"

The young man was scolded so badly that he could only lower his head and retreat to the crowd.

"Ah!"

A miserable wail that sounded neither male nor female was heard, and the explosion in the banana garden stopped abruptly.

"Village chief, is it settled?"

"You ask me, who should I ask? Dog Feed, I'll give you a chance to earn money. This is a big ocean, go and see what's going on!”

It was the young man with the machete again. Facing the big ocean in the village chief's hand, the young man grabbed it.

"Don't call me Dog Feed. My name is Kuang Guohua!”

The young man held a machete in his hand and ran toward the banana garden with the ocean in his left hand.

A few minutes later, she ran back.

"Dog Feed, what are you doing? Didn't I ask you to gather information? Why are you back so soon?”

The village chief grabbed Dog Feed with one hand and questioned loudly. If it weren't for the constant explosions, the miser Village Chief Kuang would definitely not have paid a large sum of money.

"Cough cough."

"Village Chief, it was that little master who asked me to bring you a message. Don't come near before dawn. There are other demons lurking!”

"Cough cough, Dog Feed, I'll give you another mission. Come and inform me tomorrow morning!”

Under Village Chief Kuang's stern gaze, Kuang Guohua swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He held the machete in his hand and trembled as he found a rock to sit down on, praying for dawn to come soon.

As for Zhang Wenjie, after creating some traces of the explosion in the banana garden, he returned to the toilet and continued to sleep soundly.

At daybreak, Zhang Wenjie found a place to roll on the ground. After he was covered in dust, he sprinkled some cinnabar on his face.

Then, he returned to the banana forest and found a place to lean against. He was smoking a cigarette, looking like a dying man.

"Little Master! Little Master! Has that monster been eliminated?"

Looking at Zhang Wenjie's battle attire, Village Chief Kuang felt that this sentence was a little redundant.

"Ahem…"

Zhang Wenjie spat out a mouthful of fake blood and pointed at the charred banana tree not far away.

"Fortunately, I didn't fail my mission. I destroyed the Banana Tree Spirit!”

Village Chief Kuang was overjoyed when he heard that. He took two steps forward and grabbed Zhang Wenjie tightly, stuffing a piece of money into Zhang Wenjie's hand.

"Little Master is still the best. As expected, a famous teacher produces an outstanding disciple!”

"Ninth Uncle taught me well!"

"Yes, yes!"

The villagers behind the village chief hurriedly jeered. There was no harm in saying such good words for free. Who knew if they would ask for more next time?

What was the use of praise? Zhang Wenjie had played so many tricks and vomited blood.

Zhang Wenjie held the ocean in his hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger together.

"Village chief, don't just praise me. I've already vomited blood. I don't even know how long I've been recuperating…"

"Yes, yes, you should nourish yourself more!”

Village Chief Kuang's heart was bleeding as he took out another piece of money and stuffed it into Zhang Wenjie's hand.

Zhang Wenjie weighed it in his hand and then glanced left and right.

"Village Chief, the Fengshui of your Red Creek Village is not good. I'm afraid that someone will die again!”

Upon hearing Zhang Wenjie's words, the village chief hurriedly pulled Zhang Wenjie back.

"Little Master, please help. Which part of Hongxi Village has bad feng shui?”

Zhang Wenjie didn't say anything. He just raised his right index finger and thumb and rubbed them quickly.

Seeing this situation, Village Chief Kuang reluctantly took out a small bag with 20 yuan inside. Originally, the village chief had gathered this money from the villagers last night.

Zhang Wenjie took it and weighed it in his hand before tightening the cloth bag in satisfaction.

His master Lin Jiu used to pay him one yuan for his appearance. Ever since he took in Grand Master Ren, the price had risen.

Now, the starting price was 20 dollars.

This was just an ordinary customer. For example, looking for a master in the neighboring town to move a grave would require two steps!

Putting away the money bag, Zhang Wenjie put his hand on Village Chief Kuang's shoulder and pointed to Hongxi Village. There was a stream behind the banana tree.

"Village Chief Kuang, look at the stream over there. It's deep and cold. Coupled with the banana trees forming a forest, it's very easy to breed unclean things!”

"Then what about Little Master?"

"It's very simple. Raising the riverbed is very simple for the village chief!”

Zhang Wenjie cupped his hands and limped out of Hongxi Village. As for whether Village Chief Kuang believed him or not, that was his business.

After leaving Hongxi Village, Zhang Wenjie had recovered from his crippled leg to his normal pace. Compared to the cart, Zhang Wenjie's legs were much slower.

It was already afternoon when they returned to the mortuary, but just as they stepped into the mortuary, they heard Master Lin Jiu's reprimanding voice.

When he got closer, he saw Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai kneeling down to receive training.

"Junior Brother, save Senior Brother!"

When the two of them saw Zhang Wenjie appear, they looked like a poor man meeting a god of wealth. Their expressions were wretched and despicable.

"Humph!"

Looking at Zhang Wenjie, who had swaggered into the room, Lin Jiu snorted coldly and slammed the coffee table hard. She pointed at the three of them and started scolding them.

"Do the three of you still have any respect for Master? None of you can make Master worry. I let you take care of the memorial hall, but you left a piece of paper…"

Seeing this, Zhang Wenjie quickly took out a big coin from his pocket.”

Seeing Zhang Wenjie hand over the ocean with both hands, the words that were stuck in his throat disappeared. After taking the ocean, his expression improved slightly.

"Wenjie still dotes on Master!"

After saying that, he slammed the table again and pointed at the two people kneeling on the ground.

"Look at your junior brother, then look at you!”

"You two little bastards actually dared to extort Master's money to go to Happy Red Courtyard to drink wine.”

Upon hearing his master's words, Zhang Wenjie turned his back to his master, raised his finger, and pointed at the two of them as he roared in pain.

"Are the two of you still human? How dare you steal Master's money?”

However, Zhang Wenjie's back was facing his master, Lin Jiu, as he spoke fiercely. His eyes were indeed scanning the two of them with an indescribable sense of wretchedness.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were swept away by the wretched gaze. They immediately wanted to expose Zhang Wenjie for leading them astray.

When Zhang Wenjie saw their expressions and actions, he turned around and put on a pained expression. He picked up a rattan from the table and handed it to the master.

"Master, fight! Hit him hard! My grandfather once said that a dutiful son is born from a stick. If they dare to steal money today, wouldn't they have to sell their master and count their money tomorrow?”

Lin Jiu felt a sense of crisis when she heard that. She took the vine and waved it casually.

"It hurts! Master, don't fight, don't fight. It was Qiusheng's suggestion!”

Wen Cai rushed to answer. Then, he looked at Qiu Sheng with a guilty look in his eyes. However, in his heart, he was thinking of killing his fellow Daoist rather than killing this poor Daoist.

"It's not like that, Master. It was Wen Cai who instigated me!”

The two of them pulled at each other in exchange for the frequency of Lin Jiu's wave.

In the room, Zhang Wenjie crossed his legs and held a cigarette in his mouth as he listened to the two people being whipped and crying. His face revealed a pained expression.

"Regarding your unfortunate encounter, Junior Brother is very sad!”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he could not help but laugh.

After an hour of wailing and whipping, Zhang Wenjie walked towards his master, Lin Jiu, with a cup of tea.

"Master, calm down. I think senior brothers should know their mistakes!”

"However…if Senior Brother still doesn't know his mistake, I suggest using a wooden stick!”

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