Chapter 10 Extremely cruel “Mr. Ren, should you and Ling Qianjin follow us back to Yizhuang now, or should you go back to your house to pack your things first?” After ordering the servants of the Ren family to fill the grave and burn Mr. Ren’s wooden coffin, Uncle Jiu asked Ren. Ren Fa said decisively: "Tingting and I will go with you to Yizhuang now. As for the daily necessities, we will leave it to Ren Quan to arrange." "Yes, sir, I must have arranged everything properly." Ren Quan responded quickly. Uncle Jiu nodded and said to his two disciples: "I saw many graves on this mountain. I can't pass by them without saying anything. You two stay and leave incense when you see the graves. Remember, there are many graves on each grave." Only three sticks of incense can be inserted, no more, no less.” “Why is this?” Qiu Sheng asked curiously. "Ignorant." Uncle Jiu glared at him, waved his hand and said, "Ask your junior brother." Qiu Sheng was speechless. He reached out and scratched his hair. After watching the large army leave, he asked Qin Yao: "Junior brother, master told you this before?" Qin Yao shook his head.
“Then he asked me to ask you, do you think our master is old and confused?” Qin Yao took out two handfuls of incense from his pocket and gave one to Qiu Sheng: "Senior brother, have you ever heard of the saying that when rice is rewarded, rice is hated?" "I haven't heard of it. I'm not lucky enough to go to a private school." Qiu Sheng said. "To put it simply, it is a courtesy to give three sticks of incense. The owner of the tomb can enjoy the incense with confidence. Once you give too much, the ghosts with good intentions may find ways to repay the favor. Ghosts with bad intentions may haunt you because of this. , asking for more, even repaying kindness with enmity, whether it is repaying kindness with enmity, it is trouble. " “Then why are there three roots? Are four roots different?” “The number four is not as auspicious as three.” "Then why can't it be five? There are only two more on the left and right." “Senior brother, do you want to be beaten?” Qiu Sheng's expression changed, and he immediately changed his words: "I understand, it must be three. No more, no less!" … "sorry for disturbance." After convincing people with reason, Qin Yao took out the fire sticks, lit two sticks of incense, and then took out three sticks and inserted them in front of the tombs. Qiu Sheng followed suit and kept plugging in and out. Unconsciously, he came to a tombstone. He looked at the picture of the woman on the tombstone and said, "It's such a pity to die so young." After saying this, he gently placed the incense in front of the grave. "Thank you." The moment he turned around, a soft voice of thanks suddenly sounded in his ears. Qiu Sheng was startled, his hair stood on end, and he shouted loudly: "Junior brother, there is a ghost!" “Isn’t it normal for there to be ghosts in graveyards? What did you shout?” Qin Yao came to him with empty hands and asked with a frown. ˆ Qiu Sheng: “…” He was speechless.
The atmosphere was very awkward. Qin Yao came to the woman's tombstone, looked at the woman's headstone and said: "First introduce yourself. We are disciples of Lin Jiu of the Maoshan sect. It is etiquette to send incense. I hope I won't disturb you." “Maoshan sect…I know.” The female ghost in the grave muttered. Qin Yao smiled, turned around and said, "Let's go, senior brother." “Junior brother, can the name of Maoshan Sect scare her?” Qiu Sheng asked on the way down the mountain. "I don't know." Qin Yao said, "But it will make her wary to some extent. Even if she wants to harm us, she won't dare to do anything. This is the advantage of having a backer." "Junior brother, how do you know so much? It doesn't match your size at all." “What do you think my size should be matched with? Recklessness and ignorance, or brute strength?” Qiu Sheng hesitated and did not dare to answer. That night. The moon is dark and the wind is high and howling. In Yi Zhuang, a literary man with a pigtail tied behind his head held a large handful of incense in his hand, opened a thick curtain, and bowed to two rows of zombies in official uniforms: "Brothers, it's time to eat..." Yizhuang has the function of storing corpses, but it does not produce zombies. Therefore, these old friends are not owned by Yizhuang, but are the clients of Taoist Master Shimu who had previously been deposited in Yizhuang. After they are sent to the underworld, they will be able to obtain a certain amount of Yin De from the ghosts. Some people call this job driving corpses, some call it ferrying, and some call it escorting, to name a few. The pay is generous, but if you don't have a background behind you, and if you don't have the ability, you will die faster than anyone else. It should be noted that the "clients" sent to the underworld must be zombies who have no descendants or whose descendants cannot be found. Otherwise, it would be too unethical to send someone's ancestors to the underworld to exchange their virtues without saying a word... Not long after, the incense burning was over, Wencai yawned, complained about Si Mu and Qiu Sheng, and strode out the door. Of these two people, the former is the culprit for increasing his workload, and the latter is supposed to take turns with him on duty, but he always finds excuses to escape. As for Qin Yao... Whether he is a literary talent or Qiu Sheng, even their master has never mentioned letting him do such a thing. It's not because he dotes on him, but more because he's afraid that if something unexpected happens, he will start ruthlessly to break these customers. “Whoosh…” Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the literary man's body. He couldn't help but shudder. He rubbed his palms and closed the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of more than ten yellow talismans fluttering in the wind. The Huangquan client suddenly opened his blood-red or turquoise eyes. “What’s wrong, I forgot to close the curtain.” Wencai's heart suddenly pounded, his mouth felt bitter, and his cheeks were as wrinkled as bitter gourds. Fortunately, he didn't react slowly. When the zombies jumped out after smelling his breath, he closed the wooden door with a bang and ran towards the yard. “Junior brother, help!” In the private room, Qin Yao suddenly opened his eyes. When he got out of bed, he grabbed the coat on the bedside and threw it on his body. He had no time to put on shoes and socks and rushed out of the room barefoot. “Boom!” When he rushed to Wencai's side with swift steps, the heavy wooden door of the morgue flew up with a huge roar and hit the two of them **** their heads. "boom."
Qin Yao punched out, the sound of the punch was like thunder, and the solid wood door was torn apart by its violent force, with debris flying! "What happened?" At this time, Jiu Shu and Si Mu came to the courtyard together and asked in unison. The pale-faced Wencai was gasping for air. Just as he was about to explain, he suddenly saw zombies jumping out of the morgue. He hurriedly reached out and pointed forward: "Master, uncle, the corpse is fake." "What kind of corpse are you trying to deceive? It's obvious to me that you didn't take good care of it." Uncle Jiu glared at him fiercely, raised his right arm, made a sword seal with his hand, bit his middle finger, and turned his head to look around. Simu used the same method, and he and Uncle Jiu rushed towards the zombies. They fought with a group of zombies and kept dabbing the blood from their fingers on the foreheads of the zombies to immobilize their bodies. “Uncle, master, do you need help?” Qin Yao asked loudly. "want." "don't want." With four eyes, he turned sideways to avoid the attack of one zombie. He pressed the **** fingerprint on the forehead of the other zombie, temporarily immobilizing the other zombie's body. He said dissatisfiedly: "Lin Jiu, can you stop being so obsessed with face? Why don't you ask your apprentice to help you?" , and no one will say anything to you for it!” Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Originally, I thought about it for you, but since you don't appreciate it, let's forget it. Qin Yao, go ahead, your master uncle accepts your favor." Four eyes: “???” What does it mean to accept his favor? What's the matter with thinking about me? Before he could come up with a reason, Qin Yao waved his arms and rushed into the zombies. He punched the zombie in front of him and was immediately punched through the chest. Four eyes: “…” (End of this chapter)