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

Chapter 52
Xu Ping fell from the sky, and said in his heart that with Uncle Jiu as a support, He Chou would not be able to win the king.

Uncle Jiu glanced at the willow wooden sword in his hand, and praised: "What a magic weapon!"

Xu Ping was taken aback for a moment, smiled, and praised, "What a talisman."

The two looked at each other for a long time and laughed at the same time. In this world, a confidant is more difficult to find than a good match.

"Brother Xu, Master, what are you laughing at?"

Gu Nianhua tilted her head to ask questions, unable to understand why they were laughing.

Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "It's nothing, it's just that suddenly, I really want to have a drink with Xiao Xu."

Xu Ping also put away the willow sword, and said with a smile: "It's just that, I also have the same meaning."

They were chatting happily, and an urgent shout interrupted them.

"Shuang'er, Shuang'er..."

"Uncle Jiu, take a quick look, why hasn't Shuang'er woke up yet?" Wang Yuanwai was anxious, lying on the ground, gently touching his daughter's cheek, his face full of distress.

There were still three claw marks on her pale face, and the wound was deep. Even after the wound healed in the future, it would definitely leave scars.

Seeing these three claw marks, Wang Yuanwai's heart throbbed in pain.

Zhang Huairen remained silent, kneeling on the ground as well, his eyes flushed.

Xu Ping took a look at Wang Wangqi, and thought in his heart: the soul is damaged and incomplete, it can't be done well in this life, that's all.

"Wai Wang..."

Uncle Jiu put away his smiling face, looked solemn, and sighed: "The demon spirit has occupied Miss Wang's body for a long time, and there is a tendency to gradually merge, so Miss Wang's spirit is also slightly damaged..."

These words, to Wang Yuan's ears, are no less than listening to heavenly scriptures, he asked directly: "What will happen then?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "This kind of situation can take as short as three to five days, and as long as three to five years. Well... Wang Yuanwai, you have to be mentally prepared!"

Uncle Jiu didn't explain what happened next.

But Wang Yuanwai knew it well, no matter how difficult it is, it will be like this for a lifetime.

For a while, the old man burst into tears.

Wang Yuanwai wiped his tears with his sleeves, choked up and said: "Thank you, Uncle Jiu, and Mr. Xu..."

Xu Ping didn't have time to talk to him, he was busy.

Looking at the old father in front of him, Uncle Jiu pondered for a long time, and finally said: "Wai Wang, in fact, there is no way to save Ling'ai, but if she fails, she will die."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Yuanwai fell into deep thought, hesitated for a long time, and then sighed, "I'm a little sure."

"One percent!"

"This……"

Wang Yuanwai's complexion changed, what's the difference between this and death.

Seeing his situation like this, Uncle Jiu continued: "I'll prescribe a medicine first, let Ling Ai take it for a month, how about you make a decision later?"

Wang Yuanwai learned from the pain, nodded with tears in his eyes, and hurriedly asked some details, and what he could do
Just when Uncle Jiu and Wang Yuanwai were discussing the operation plan...

……

There was a trance in front of his eyes, clouds and mist rose, and the curvature of the corners of Xu Ping's mouth expanded uncontrollably.

Yin-Yang Illustrated Book, giving rewards:
Slaying monsters: Yinsha cat demon.

Reward: ten years of Taoism.

A stream of mysterious true energy poured into Xu Ping's body, and quickly circulated throughout his body, washing away the meridians of the soul.

In the end, like a river flowing into the sea, it returns to Dantian.

His quiet comprehension, the increase in Taoism, brought about a change in power.

After a long time, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were exhausted.

A spot of light floated in front of Xu Ping. It was the soul fragment of the cat demon, and it would dissipate after a while.

Xu Ping subconsciously reached out and grabbed a handful, like catching fireflies.

In an instant, memory pictures flowed slowly in the field of vision.

He saw the memory fragments burned deep in the soul of the cat demon...

night.

The waning moon broke through the sky, and the dark clouds were half hidden like black veils.

An ignorant little white cat stepped on the rotten leaves all over the ground and entered a forest without making a sound.

It is looking for food, and there are many voles here, so it can have a big meal.

Suddenly, its ears perked up.

Seeing a field mouse sprinting into the depths of the woods, it turned into a white shadow and followed closely behind.

immediately,

I saw the white cat in the night, a scene I will never forget.

Corpses worship the moon!

The standing zombies were so densely packed that one could not see the end, with their arms raised high, they bowed their heads to the waning moon.

The evil spirit in the woods is condensed like ink, like a substance.

The evil spirit circulated around the corpses.

Immediately, they gathered in the depths of the woods, above a tomb.

Xu Ping was taken aback when he saw this.

These zombies are not cultivating, they seem to be tool corpses, absorbing evil spirits for the tomb.

It's just that the little white cat's vision is really short.

He couldn't see where the group of corpses were standing, otherwise, he could also deduce what kind of formation this arrangement was?

After a while, there was nothing interesting about what happened to the kitten.

Stumbled into the grove, the evil spirit entered the body, and accidentally opened the door of the demon cultivator.

Swallowed the vole, which was also infiltrated by Yin, and completely gave birth to wisdom.

Later, wandering all the way to the town, met Zhang Huairen and Wang Shuang'er, and was adopted by them...

When Xu Ping came back to his senses.

Uncle Jiu and Gu Nianhua stood in front of him, looking at him curiously.

Why are you looking at me like this... Xu Ping asked: Uh, are you all right?
Gu Nianhua is an honest person, and said directly: "Master is looking at you, so I will look at you. I have no other intentions. Don't think too much..."

Good guy!Is your mouth a machine gun, can't stop!
He was in a daze again... Uncle Jiu thought about it carefully, it seemed that every time we went out to do some errands together, he would be in a daze for a long time.

"Xiao Xu, why are you always in a daze?"

Xu Ping was taken aback when he heard the words, he didn't expect Uncle Jiu to care about him so much, he smiled and said, "I'm praying, praying for the dead."

"Pray for what?"

"Pray that they will never meet me in their next life!"

……

Wang Yuanwai ordered to search everywhere in the mansion, lest there be any servants who were injured and died, no one would care.

It was only then that everyone discovered that after this battle, four or five people died in the house, and seven or eight people had their eyeballs snapped off by the cat demon, looking bloody.

Wang Yuanwai gave pensions one by one, and the subsidies were not small at all.

Knowing that Xu Ping runs a coffin shop, he bought coffins from him, and wanted to properly bury the dead servants.

Xu Ping thought about it and agreed.

Although the shop is empty, there are more than 20 rotten coffins in the Yizhuang, which should be able to be scraped together.

Wang Shuang'er was carried back to the room.

But what he saw next made Uncle Jiu fly into a rage.

There were three people lying in the room, the most eye-catching one was the previous concierge.

His face was bloody and bloody, and one of his eyeballs was pinched, and he was in a coma.

What made Uncle Jiu angry was that he was holding those few demon-suppressing charms in his hand.

And on the ground next to it, there were two servant girls lying there, they were arranged to wait on Wang Shuang'er.

When Wang Yuanwai saw the situation, his face turned green, and he was so angry that he had nothing to say.

He stomped hard on his bloody eye sockets.

"what!"

With a cry of pain, the porter screamed like a pig being killed.

Wang Yuanwai was an official before, and now he was angry, and his face was full of dignity: "Say, why is this talisman in your hand?"

The concierge covered his empty eye sockets, his awareness of the pain was a little fuzzy, and he even didn't know what to say.

Hearing this, he was dizzy for a while, and only saw the talisman in his hand with his only one eye.

He was startled immediately, let go hastily, and subconsciously said: "I didn't, I didn't take it down."

Wang Yuanwai was about to step on him again to vent his anger.

This talisman was uncovered, how many people died in the house, how can we not be angry.

"Mr. Wang, let me come!" Xu Ping stopped him, his eyes flashed red, and he directly activated the art of labor.

In an instant, the concierge lost his mind and spoke dully...

It's just that while he was talking, he felt a splitting headache and lost his mind.

But Uncle Jiu's heart became colder the more he listened, and the nameless anger burned in his chest.

Halfway through Xu Ping's listening, the power of the labor emotion technique became a little stronger.

This person cannot be kept.

Just waiting for the concierge to explain everything, suffering from a splitting headache, will be like those three hooligans.

Died of serious illness.

　Thanks to the book friend Turen Wuliu for the reward, thank you~~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)