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Ninth Uncle picked out a grain of glutinous rice from the bowl. The glutinous rice was guided over the burning flame, ignited a flame, and fell into the porcelain bowl where the chicken blood was poured. Pour the prepared black ink into the bowl.

At the mouth of the burning flame, Uncle Jiu quickly stirred with his fingers, mixing three different materials.

The blood in the bowl turned completely black in an instant.

Next, Uncle Ninth put the gossip order upside down on the mouth of the bowl, then turned it upside down and erected it.

The black chicken blood slowly flowed out from the lower corner of the gossip, and said it on the ink bucket line.

"Master, where are you playing?" Qiu Sheng asked.

Hand the prepared ink bucket to Qiu Sheng: "Play it on the coffin."

Qiusheng and Wencai began to cooperate and put the ink fountain on the surface of the coffin.

"The whole coffin is going to bounce online!" Ninth Uncle reminded the two apprentices who had always been careless.

Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai responded, and continued to put the ink bucket line on the coffin.

Jiu Shu took out the incense and began to prepare.

"People are divided into good people and bad people, and corpses are divided into dead zombies." Uncle Jiu picked up a handful of incense and lit it on the flame of the red candle.

"People are not only divided into good people and bad people, but also men and women." Wen Cai interjected.

"Master, what are you talking about?" Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai.

"Grandpa Ren's corpse is a corpse that is about to become a zombie." Jiu Shu said in a heavy tone.

"How can a corpse become a zombie?" Qiu Sheng asked.

"How can a person become a bad person?" Wen Cai asked a question without IQ again.

"People become bad people because they don't live up to their expectations." Ninth Uncle said while crossing the steps: "The reason a corpse becomes a zombie is because of an extra breath."

"What do you mean by taking a breath?" Qiu Sheng asked in confusion.

"Before a person dies, he is angry, suffocated, and sullen. When he dies, he will have a breath and gather in his throat!" Uncle Jiu said with a sigh.

"That is to die and keep getting angry." Bianmodouxianwencai finally came to a correct speech.

"That's why I said that one has to live up to one's vigor. When a person dies, the most important thing is to stop breathing. If you keep getting angry, you will harm others and yourself." Qiu Sheng moved his position and continued to play the ink bucket line.

"Just play it if you want, don't be full of resentment, just tell me when you're done playing, don't miss it." After that, Uncle Ninth went out.

The two began to play the ink bucket line seriously, and soon the entire surface of the coffin was bounced with the black ink bucket line.

"Look, it hasn't played yet." Qiu Sheng put away the ink line and said to Wen Cai.

"Also!"

"what?"

"This." Wen Cai flicked the ink and blood on his fingers onto Qiu Sheng's face, and immediately ran towards the yard.

"Stinky boy, don't run." Qiu Sheng put down the ink bucket and chased out. The two laughed and ran out of the yard.

In the black night sky, it was quiet, only the bottom of the coffin was forgotten after all.

The bottom of the coffin was blank.

......

The night with the bright moon hanging high is silent.

The coffin placed in the Yizhuang Taoist room was silent in the dark without the slightest movement.

At this time, it was already the third watch at night, and the neighbors in the street did not make a sound, and even the watch did not hear a sound for a long time.

On the street, a black figure galloped fast, walking through the streets and alleys, shuttling under the night.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Outside the walls of Yizhuang, a black figure was clinging to the wall, his whole body hidden in the darkness.

After dinner and wandering the streets, he had already inquired about the location of Yizhuang.

In the face of Mr. Ren, who was about to become a corpse, Wu Qizhe didn't make any suggestions during the day, just like he didn't know at all, and there was no trace of abnormality on his face.

The reason why he behaved like this is naturally because he had a plan in his heart.

One of his tasks is to change the plot of Mr. Ren becoming a zombie, and the most important task is to eliminate Mr. Ren.

And the old man Ren has not completely turned into a corpse yet, which is the best time for him to complete the task ahead of schedule.

He's not someone who can watch zombies kill innocent people, although people in the town won't have much contact with him.

Of course, the more important thing is that although the time with Ren Tingting and Mr. Ren is not long, they have a certain emotional foundation, especially for Ren Tingting, they are good people with kind hearts, he does not want to see the kind and beautiful Ren Tingting Injured for this.

Therefore, it is definitely the best choice to kill the harm of zombies and make them invisible in advance.

By the way, it is definitely a good thing to kill two birds with one stone, but I don't know if things will go as smoothly as he expected.

Looking around vigilantly, under the bright moonlight, there was not a single figure in sight.

Wu Qizhe came to the edge of the corner, his toes lightly stood on tiptoe, and he jumped violently. The eaves at the top of the wall, where his arms had been clasped noisily, were less than three meters high, so there was no difficulty for him.

Wu Qizhe pressed his arms lightly, and the whole person swayed up, bent his knees, squatted on the eaves, and observed the quiet courtyard.

In his eyes, there was nothing but a few lambs walking around in the yard.

Wu Qizhe bent his body and moved quickly on the eaves of the wall.

Swah...

With the sound of breaking the sky slightly, Wu Qizhe's whole body has been turned over to the eaves, and he landed silently.

Step on the eaves and walk slowly towards the front.

The place where Yizhuang parked the coffin should be right below this.

Wu Qizhe gently lifted a few tiles and looked down at the gap.

There were only two candles flickering in the dark room, but there was not a coffin below, but Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who were sleeping soundly.

Qiusheng didn't go back to his aunt's house tonight, probably because he was afraid of any accident and could deal with it in time.

The two slept very sweetly, and there was no sign of waking up.

Wu Qizhe put the tile back in place, and moved his footsteps lightly, moving seven or eight meters in the opposite direction.

Open the tile again.

The room was dim and dark, but it was full of the smell of burning candles. Wu Qizhe looked down and saw a black coffin directly below by the moonlight shining in through the gap. Stripes, he knew that this should be the ink bucket line on the coffin.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng slept in the room next to the coffin, separated by a door, a few meters away. As long as there was no big movement, they should not be found.

Wu Qizhe's eyes were locked on the skylight not far away, and he put the tile back in his hand.

The gap is too small, and there are beams around it, so you can't get in if you want to, but there is a skylight not far away. Although it is not big, it should be enough to accommodate a person.

Wu Qizhe shook the black skylight with a wave of thought.

squeak...

Wu Qizhe grabbed the edge of the old glass on the skylight and took it out of the skylight little by little.

Wu Qizhe first put his legs on the skylight, slowly retracted, stepped on the beam, then jumped and landed on the concrete floor silently.

When Wu Qizhe landed, he attached the thought wave to his feet as a buffer, and hardly made any sound.

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