Qiu Sheng lit a stick of incense at each of the lonely graves near Old Master Ren's tomb.
I stopped in front of the tomb of a woman named Dong Xiaoyu, and suddenly saw a touching photo on the tombstone. I immediately became interested and wanted to know the cause of death of this woman.
Qiu Sheng stared carefully at the photo and obituary on the tombstone for a while, then sighed, "He died at the young age of 20. What a waste of his prime years. Come and light some incense."
After saying that, he stuck the three remaining incense sticks in his hand into the ground, stood up, turned around and left.
After taking just two steps, Qiu Sheng heard a faint "thank you" from behind him. The voice belonged to a young girl.
But where would a girl come from on this desolate mountain cemetery? Where would a girl dare to stay alone on a cemetery?
"No? It seems to be coming from that tomb."
Qiu Sheng suddenly turned around in surprise and looked at Dong Xiaoyu's grave behind him.
"Thank you."
Qiu Sheng heard it clearly this time. It was coming from the grave behind him. He was terrified and realized that he was not hallucinating.
Qiu Sheng hurriedly ran towards Wencai. He kept looking back at the grave and was very scared. Damn it, in broad daylight, a ghost actually thanked him. Was he going to be favored by a female ghost?
"Bang."
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who were not looking at the road, suddenly bumped into each other and fell to the side.
The two men rubbed their chests in pain. The collision was so painful that their sternums were almost broken.
"Hey, why aren't you looking at the road?"
After Wencai complained a few times, he handed the three incense sticks to Qiu Sheng and said, "Hey, look, why are they burning like this?"
Qiu Sheng glanced guiltily at Dong Xiaoyu's grave behind him, wondering whether he should tell Wencai that he seemed to have encountered a ghost just now. But he was afraid that Wencai would laugh at him for being timid. After all, it was broad daylight now, and no ghost would dare to appear at this time.
When he saw the three incense sticks (one long and two short) that Wencai handed him, he immediately said in panic, "Let's go and tell the master."
Qiu Sheng grabbed Wencai's arm and ran towards the charity cemetery. Before leaving, he did not forget to extinguish the burning incense, otherwise the incense would burn out before they returned to the charity cemetery, and then he would have nothing to show to his master.
"Hey, don't pull me, I can run." Wencai pulled his arm out of Qiu Sheng's hand and said dissatisfiedly.
In the mourning hall in the backyard of the charity cemetery.
Uncle Jiu had already arrived at the charity cemetery at this time. Although he left a little later than the people from the Ren family, he arrived almost an hour earlier than them. This was the power of the ability to shrink the earth into an inch. He had just mastered it, but he was able to rush back to the charity cemetery so quickly.
After the servants of the Ren family placed Old Master Ren's coffin, they left the charity cemetery without delaying for a moment.
After all, the charity cemetery is not a good place, and the country people are superstitious. They will not come back unless it is absolutely necessary, for fear of being contaminated by bad luck and inauspiciousness.
After taking a look at Old Master Ren's coffin, Uncle Jiu sighed. Old Master Ren had already turned into a corpse, but Ren Fa, the head of the Ren family, did not allow cremation. Now, Old Master Ren, who was about to turn into a zombie, was about to evolve into a black zombie and was placed in his funeral cemetery. He really wanted to spit out a trace of Three Flavors True Fire and burn Old Master Ren to ashes.
Dao Zun had said before that disaster was about to befall him and his two disciples. This time, he completely believed it and admired Dao Zun's foresight. He pointed out the crisis to him and gave him the magic sword and elixir, which allowed him to quickly improve his strength.
Judging from the trend of the corpse transformation, after tonight this old man will completely turn into a zombie, and it will be a black zombie level. Black zombies are invulnerable to swords and guns, and have a body of copper and iron.
If he still had the strength of the previous Foundation Establishment Stage, it would still be difficult for him to deal with this Black Zombie-level zombie. If he didn't respond in time, he would most likely be poisoned by the corpse or injured.
And his two apprentices would be seriously injured if they didn't die.
If Old Master Ren, who had turned into a black zombie, absorbed his own bloodline, he would then transform into a jumping zombie. At that time, it would be impossible to subdue a jumping zombie without the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage or a powerful magic weapon.
Uncle Jiu wanted to burn Old Master Ren's body to prevent it from turning into a zombie, thus saving the lives of Master Ren and Ren Tingting. After all, he was a disciple of Maoshan, whose mission was to exorcise demons and liberate the souls of the dead. However, the Ren family was the landowner and the local tyrants of Renjia Town. If he dared to burn Old Master Ren's body without permission, he would be held accountable by Ren Fa, and the three of them would be expelled from Renjia Town.
Seeing that Old Master Ren was about to turn into a zombie, Uncle Jiu couldn't make up his mind for a moment whether he should burn Old Master Ren's body.
"Master, something terrible has happened. Look."
At this time, Wencai and Qiu Sheng finally rushed back from the grave mountain. Qiu Sheng immediately handed the incense sticks that were burned into one long and two short ones to Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu looked at the incense sticks that burned into one long and two short ones, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "People are most afraid of three long and two short ones, and incense is most afraid of two short and one long. But it just burned like this."
After saying that, Uncle Jiu turned to look at the coffin where Old Master Ren was, and found that Wencai was about to steal the tribute for Old Master Ren.
"Hey, you're stealing food from a dead person, have some manners."
He glared and said.
Wencai was so frightened that he retracted his hand and stood at attention, as if nothing had happened.
Uncle Jiu held up the three incense sticks, one long and two short, and continued, "If this kind of incense is emitted in a house, there will definitely be a death!"
Wencai asked quietly, "Is this Master Ren's home?"
Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai again: "Could it be here?"
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