The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 4 Paper Zombies
Xu Ping pointed to two paper figurines, a man and a woman, by the door, and said with a smile, "What do you think of these two paper figurines?"

"It's not very good, it's gimmicky."

Qiu Sheng replied casually.

"That's right, these two paper figurines are indeed very ordinary..." Xu Ping didn't point out the magic of the paper figurines, and continued: "But think about it, what kind of person was the old man Ren before he was alive, even if he was buried again, wouldn't he? I also have to burn a servant girl to serve him."

Qiu Sheng was thoughtful when he heard the words.

He let the old man live underground, so it has nothing to do with me whether he has someone to take care of him.

After pondering for a moment, Qiu Sheng refused directly: "No!"

Xu Ping was neither angry nor annoyed, with a tone of hating iron but not steel: "Little brother, you are still too young, think about it..."

"Master Ren sees that you are so upright, thinking of the old man, how can he not express anything, when the time comes, will the reward be less?"

Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up: "Master Xu, what do you mean...?"

"The paper man is free, but..."

"Master Ren's reward, I will share half of it."

Wonderful, empty-handed white wolf, I have nothing to lose anyway... Qiu Sheng happily loaded the paper figurine into the car, and before leaving, he never forgot to say:

"thank you!"

Thank you, everyone takes what they need.

Xu Ping stood at the door of the shop, feeling the paper figurines go away, hoping that the paper figurines would have a miraculous effect.

He wasn't going to follow. The zombie that the old man turned into was still a bit strong, and killed several people.

He didn't want to touch this bad luck, anyway, the paper figurine dealt with the evil zombies, which represented his own credit.

There are also rewards.

Turn around and go back to the coffin shop, make a pot of hot tea, and continue the Buddhist business.

The couplet at the door represented Xu Ping's mood at this time.

Shanglian: I'm afraid the business is too good.

The second couplet: I hope the employer will not come.

Horizontal batch: The world is peaceful.

……

Three o'clock noon.

Yang Qi is the strongest, and Yin Qi dissipates immediately.

"Open the coffin!"

Following Uncle Jiu's order.

Suddenly, strange cries came from the woods next to the tomb, and crows flew and circled in fright.

Uncle Jiu, who was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, frowned slightly, thinking to himself that something might happen.

The lid of the coffin was pushed away, and black smoke filled the air. Mrs. Ren saw the sun again, with a dark complexion and skinny bones.

Master Ren, who was wearing gorgeous brocade clothes, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and Ren Tingting, who was next to him, also knelt on the ground, her waist and hips were eye-catching.

"father!"

"grandfather!"

Master Ren knelt on the ground and lowered his head: "I alarmed you old man, the child is really unfilial."

After symbolically speaking, Master Ren turned his head to look at Uncle Jiu, stood up and asked, "Uncle Jiu, is this tomb still usable?"

"Dragonfly touches the water hole, how can it be tapped again, this hole is broken and can no longer be used."

"then what should we do?"

"I propose cremation in situ."

"No, what my late father was most afraid of was fire. I can't do this."

Although Master Ren was quite worried, he still refused.

Thinking of the vision he saw just now, Uncle Jiu said earnestly: "If you don't cremate, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

Master Ren still crazily swallowed to death: "No, no matter what, cremation is not possible, you should think of other ways."

Take people's money and save people's disasters.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu had no choice but to agree: "Okay, then temporarily put it in our Yizhuang. I will find another place tomorrow so that he can rest in peace early."

Hearing this, the four-eyed boy, Awei, shouted to everyone in a duck voice, "Okay, close the coffin lid and carry the coffin to Yizhuang."

Everyone went down the mountain in a hurry. Master Ren and Ren Tingting each held an umbrella, sat in a bamboo sedan chair with a panoramic sunroof, swayed and swayed, and went down the mountain.

However, Qiusheng and Wencai were left on the mountain by Uncle Jiu to burn incense and kowtow to Mrs. Ren's beautiful neighbor, apologizing for their crimes.

Signal, no intention to alarm the souls of the dead.

at the same time.

The body of Mrs. Ren was carried back to Yizhuang.

The servants of Ren's mansion, according to Master Ren's instructions, changed Old Master Ren to a new home.

"Old Master Ren, I will give you a new home, so don't blame me."

As he spoke, he carried the corpse in the rotten wood to Qiu Sheng's new nanmu coffin.

It's just a simple movement, the four strong boys are tired and humming, it seems extremely strenuous.

Uncle Jiu happened to walk in, seeing this scene, he became even more worried.

I'm afraid that this corpse has transformed into a zombie.

As soon as the servants of the Ren family left, Qiusheng and Wencai ran into the Yizhuang in a panic, shouting: "Master, look quickly, how did the incense burn like this?"

Taking the three sticks of incense from Wen Cai's hands, two were short and one long, Uncle Jiu's eyes narrowed, and said in a deep voice: "People are most afraid of three sticks of incense and two sticks of incense.

"With this incense in the house, someone must be mourning."

Thinking of Ren Tingting's pretty face, Wencai felt worried, and asked, "Is it Master Ren's house?"

Uncle Jiu stared and reprimanded: "Could it be here!"

Unwilling to let the family have difficulties, Uncle Jiu killed the chicken.

After flicking the ink fountain thread mixed with chicken blood on the coffin, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng fought and left, but they missed the bottom of the coffin.

The house is quiet, and the coffin is lying horizontally.

And right next to the coffin, two paper figurines, one on the left and the other on the right, watched all this with weird smiles on their faces.

……

late at night.

The cold moon was swaying outside the house, and the wind was howling.

"Boom boom boom!"

The heavy coffin lid was jumping and jumping, and it was almost unbearable.

A hand covered with sharp nails quietly protruded from the crack in the coffin. Suddenly, the ink fountain line glowed golden, and the zombie in the coffin retracted its palm suddenly in pain.

When Uncle Jiu heard the movement, he hurried over to check it out, but only saw Wencai in the corner of Yizhuang, who collapsed on the bed and lay on the ground, still sleeping soundly.

Seeing this, he shook his head.

When leaving, he glanced over the coffin placed in the side hall, and walked back to the room after finding nothing unusual.

Everything is at peace.

"Dong dong dong..."

The coffin planks continued to jump.

"Hee hee hee……"

At this moment, the two paper figurines turned their little heads stiffly, bouncing up and down, and came to the coffin.

"boom!"

The coffin lid that kept jumping was finally lifted vigorously.

Accompanied by a puff of black smoke, the skinny corpse had grown fat and mutated into a vicious zombie, with ten fingers as sharp as swords.

At this moment, one left and one right, the two paper figurines guarding the side jumped up and hugged the newly awakened zombie at the same time.

"Whee!"

The paper figurine let out a weird laugh.

It was obviously a light and fluffy paper figurine, but it was unimaginable to hug this zombie so tightly that it couldn't move.

Wen Cai still slept soundly.

The newly awakened zombies sense the call of their loved ones, and desperately want to end their children and grandchildren and destroy the Ren family.

But the paper figurine activated by yang energy is designed to overcome yin and evil, how can it be so easy to break free.

How could such a big movement escape Uncle Jiu's perception? Just as he ran to the side hall, he saw the paper figurine hugging the zombie, and his expression changed drastically.

How did this paper man survive... Although it feels strange, the situation is urgent and there is no need to delay.

"Written talent!"

After yelling, Uncle Jiu took out the mahogany sword from the Dharma hall and ran to the side hall.

Just dodging in, I saw two paper figurines hugging the zombie, rolling on the ground, entangled inseparably.

Stepping on the yin and yang gossip steps, holding a wooden sword to slay demon souls.

Uncle Jiu held a mahogany sword and stepped forward, with awe-inspiring righteousness, and he hadn't rushed over yet.

"Wow!"

The paper figurine spontaneously ignited out of thin air, forcing it back.

The raging fire surrounded the zombies, but the paper figurine still didn't let go, its body gradually turned into flames. The zombies screamed in pain, struggled desperately, and danced in a dance that no relatives recognized.

He fell to the ground with a crash, and the stench filled the air.

(End of this chapter)