But Zhang Laosan didn't expect that he was ambushed by his younger brother.
He originally thought that he was dead, but he was dragged out by a Taoist priest with a cold face. Now he has made up his mind. Since you, Zhang Xiaosi, want to kill me, I will drag you to be buried with me.
Zhang Fugui opened his mouth wide, and after a long while he murmured, "Then, then my cousin is resurrected..."
The uncle sighed: "He must have died a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't be so anxious. You can go and have a look for yourselves." He pointed to the house. The villagers who were brave enough came closer to take a look and then retreated after a while.
"Dead, it stinks!"
"A person's fate is predetermined by heaven. There's no such thing as resurrection from the dead. It's just a fleeting moment of life," said the uncle. "But you're quite creative, thinking of letting that so-called man-eating ghost take the blame for you."
After recovering, Zhang Xiaosi looked at his mother's room, his eyes red and greed almost overflowing from them.
Jiang Muqi turned around suddenly, but his uncle just stood over and blocked his view.
"Uncle Master..."
He saw his uncle looking at him meaningfully, wondering if his uncle hadn't noticed.
The villagers found a cloth bag in Old Lady Zhang's room and heard some rustling sounds, but when they opened it, they found it was full of fake silver.
Zhang Xiaosi muttered, "How could it be, how could it be..."
Zhang Laosan was laughing loudly, and at the same time, a cry came from the inner room. It was Zhang Laosan who had a broken leg.
"Deal with it according to the clan rules!" Zhang Fugui's eyes were almost spitting fire. He didn't expect that it was actually a human who was causing trouble! He said to his uncle, "Master, although there is no monster, thank you all the same. I am a man of my words and I will pay you every penny I owe you."
The uncle just nodded slightly.
Jiang Muqi didn't understand why his uncle didn't stay for dinner. You know, his uncle would take advantage of any opportunity.
But his fellow brothers had no objections, so he could only follow behind with the bamboo basket on his back.
As they approached the village entrance, Jiang Muqi asked his own doubts: "Master, is there really no such thing as an old man's spirit?"
The uncle-master shook his head: "How is it possible? That kind of monster is made up. Not to mention me, your master, and your grandfather have never seen one. It's just a monster made up by some scumbags who don't want to support the elderly. The earliest legend is that the elderly will be resurrected after dying at the age of 100. After resurrection, the elderly will still have some humanity and can help with housework, but after a while, they will completely turn into inhuman evil creatures and need to be taken into the mountains to be dealt with." The uncle-master said and spat as if he was disgusted with something.
"But..." Jiang Muqi decided to say, "I clearly sensed a hint of demonic energy..."
Just as he finished speaking, a subtle demonic aura emanated from the right, followed by a cat's meow with great penetrating power. Jiang Muqi turned his head and saw a sleek big black cat squatting there, its eyes emitting a sparkling green light.
"Uncle Master..."
"Well, there has been progress. Not only you, but your two brothers have also noticed it." The uncle looked calm.
"I think my uncle must have discovered it, but he didn't say it. I have my own way of dealing with it." said the eldest brother.
The uncle laughed and said to the cat, "Brother Cat, I guess you have some connection with the Zhang family?"
The black cat let out a strange cry.
The two sides just stared at each other, and without saying a word, his hand slowly touched the command flag on his waist, which was specially used to deal with monsters.
The uncle suddenly laughed and said, "If that's the case, you go your way and I go mine, okay?"
The black cat stopped meowing and just stretched.
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