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

Chapter 8 The Wood-burning Knife Technique

Master Ren's headless corpse was still standing with his wine glass held up. The bowl-sized wound was bleeding profusely and was still steaming.

Holding the wine glass, Xu Ping stood in place, his pupils trembling.

The crystal clear wine in the cup has been stained with foreign matter, and the white flowers are one by one.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the court.

In an instant.

Unimaginable horror erupted in Ren's mansion, and countless people rushed out, crying and howling.

"what--"

"Run, run."

Riots broke out in Ren's mansion.

The men and women in the yard only hated their parents for having lost a few legs, some social flamboyants, and regardless of their manners, they threw off their high heels, lifted their cheongsams, and ran faster than anyone else with bare feet.

At this moment, no one remained calm.

With such a big head, Xu Ping was awakened by the cry, his hand shook in fright, and he threw the wine glass out of his hand.

Unbiased, the wine glass happened to be thrown on Master Ren, and the headless corpse who was standing there just now fell to the ground.

Obviously I came to join in the fun, but I didn't expect to see a brainstorming fireworks show by accident, which was too exciting.

But in an instant, Xu Ping came to his senses and looked at Uncle Jiu.

Such a weird scene, using science to explain it, obviously doesn't make sense. Uncle Jiu's world must be explained by Uncle Jiu.

I didn't want to, but I saw that Uncle Jiu's face was flushed, as if blood was about to seep from his pores.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Master... Master!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were full of anxiety. Although their faces were pale with fright, they were also very worried when they saw Uncle Jiu being so weird.

The eyeballs seemed to be popping out, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, stretched out his sword finger, luckily hit his Tanzhong acupoint, and immediately spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.

In the dirty blood, countless tiny worms wriggled on the ground, but they didn't die for a while.

Uncle Jiu reached into his arms and took out a yellow talisman. With a shake of his hand, the talisman ignited out of thin air. Uncle Jiu took advantage of the situation and threw it into the worm pile. I cried.

"Southern border Gu worm!"

Uncle Jiu forced out the tainted blood, looked around the field, and finally realized, "The wine at the main table has been poisoned."

Those who died were all guests at the main table, and although Uncle Jiu was an underground man, he was upright and highly respected, so he was naturally a guest at the main table.

But fortunately, he had some Taoism in his body, so he survived the disaster.

"Master, what should I do?"

Wen Cai looked anxious and wanted to leave first, it was too scary.

With such a tragic scene, Uncle Jiu also had a serious expression on his face, but he had nothing to do.

If someone is dead, they must wait for someone from the police station to come.

At this moment, from more than a dozen corpses, moths fluttered all over the sky, and the strange sound of flapping wings made Ren's mansion, which had been silent for a moment, noisy again.

"Buzzing..."

There were only the four of them standing in the yard, but there were also many guests, crowded in the distance, observing the situation on the field.

When the moths saw a large number of living people, they opened their tiny mouthparts and rushed over, as if they saw a flickering candle.

Xu Ping exclaimed, "Be careful."

A large cloud of moths was like a dense fog, representing the unknown and fear. A fire flashed in the air. Uncle Jiu stepped on the table, and a kite turned over and came in front of everyone.

"Get out of here!"

Uncle Jiu is not difficult to face danger, first evacuate the crowd.

Facing the vast number of Gu worms, Uncle Jiu was fearless, holding a lantern, and took out a snow-white candle from it.

With his left hand pinching Fa Jue, his sword pointed at the flickering candle flame. In an instant, the weak candle flame grew against the wind, and the whistling flames ignited towards the moth Gu.

"Crackling crackling..."

The moths bathed in the flames crackled like rain, and when they landed on the ground, they smelled of burnt fragrance.

But there were too many moths, and with Uncle Jiu's strength alone, he seemed a bit clumsy. A few moths broke through the gap, and seemed to know that Uncle Jiu was powerful, so they ignored him and chased after the fleeing crowd.

At this critical moment, a canopy of wax oil was thrown from behind and landed on the moth, making a sizzling sound...

Holding two candles, they burned them crosswise and quickly condensed the wax. Xu Ping's expression was calm.

A drop of wax oil can make people squeak, let alone small moths.

Eh, good idea.

Qiu Sheng still had a sense of justice, and his Kong Wuli was strong, so he also took two candles from the lantern, imitating the example.

The three of them formed corners, surrounding the moths, and Wencai didn't lose his chain at this time, seeing that the candle in someone's hand was burnt out, he hurriedly set up a table and chair to get it.

Fortunately, the Ren family is rich and powerful, and the courtyard is full of lighting lanterns, so that they will not run out of bullets at critical times.

Uncle Jiu's move is so cool... Although swaying wax oil has a miraculous effect, it looks more handsome if you start a fire out of thin air.

Xu Ping yearned for it, tried to circulate his true energy, and also wanted to stimulate the flames.

Unexpectedly, the zhenqi flowed into the palm of his hand, and the candle seemed to be unable to withstand the infusion of zhenqi, and immediately turned into thick sticky wax, hanging on his finger.

Not to mention, the wax was ignited by the candle, and the hands were wrapped in wax, which looked like they were holding two flames.

"This is... the wood-burning knife technique!"

Xu Ping, who was blessed by flames, was full of confidence, and rushed directly into the moth swarm, waving his hands in the courtyard of the Ren Mansion.

Waving out the wax oil, a large piece of flame rose into the air, roaring into the night sky.

The moths are hardly an all-in-one enemy, and those who come into contact with the flames in his palm immediately turn into dust.

Although the flame is burned with wax oil, but at the same time, true energy is also the nourishment of the flame, how can these moth Gu be able to resist it.

It used to be a moth to a flame, now it is a moth to a flame.

Among the moths, Xu Ping was like a god of fire, waving his flower hands, and the flames spiraled up to the sky. Not a single moth dared to approach, and the moths who were anxious about their IQ suddenly turned around in a hurry.

"So handsome! How do you learn this?"

Qiu Sheng stared dumbfounded, this guy is more handsome than his master.

Can't learn, can't learn.

But he finally knew why Master respected Xu Ping so much.

Just listening to Master's dictation of how the paper man and the zombie died together, I don't really feel much.

But now seeing Xu Ping waving his hand and burning most of the Gu worms that filled the sky to death, he finally understood why the master said that this shopkeeper Xu is a real hidden expert.

Uncle Nine is an orthodox descendant of Maoshan, and his Taoism is superb. It can be seen at a glance that what Xu Ping is playing now is completely wild.

But if you can't help others to be full of true energy, it also has miraculous effects. I can only say that this trick is very good.

Will play too!
Uncle Jiu couldn't help feeling sorry, if the master hadn't died yet, he would have wanted to take Xu Ping under Maoshan's sect.

Master, he's an old man, he's alive... ahem!
There were fewer and fewer moths on the field, Uncle Jiu also exploded with luck, and the flames roared like a dragon, illuminating the night sky.

The only remaining moth Gu worms were immediately scorched and crunchy.

After all the dust settled, the dead moths on the ground were covered with a thick layer, and Uncle Jiu took a deep breath.

And looking at Xu Ping again, his face was rosy, his eyes were like stars, he didn't look tired at all, and he seemed to be a little bit unsatisfied.

At this time, Captain Awei, who was wearing a light blue police uniform, arrived late with a team of guards carrying guns.

"Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, have you caught the murderer yet?"

Seeing more than a dozen headless corpses on the ground, Awei poked his glasses on the bridge of his nose, not daring to look further.

When the mutation just happened, he ran faster than a rabbit, but now he summoned his brothers before he dared to rush in to see the situation.

And the gun-carrying guards behind him didn't look sideways, and didn't dare to look at the ground. The courtyard was like a Shura field, which was too scary.

Uncle Jiu's face was livid, and this happened under his nose. Isn't this a provocation to him, an orthodox Maoshan disciple?

"There is a demon who is bewitching in the wine."

Hearing this, the four-eyed boy Awei ordered in a male voice, "Catch all the wine sellers in the town."

Uncle Jiu looked helpless: "Only the wine at our main table has been poisoned."

Seeing Uncle Jiu standing there in good condition, Ah Wei's eyes lit up, and he instantly found the scapegoat: "Then why didn't you die, you must have poisoned him, you are the only one in this town who can talk about these things."

"Arrest him."

(End of this chapter)