Chapter 62 Broken Body

"Thunder hits the corpse!" With the exclamation, Uncle Jiu quickly ran to the body of Mr. Ren, who was struck by lightning.

Mr. Ren lay on the ground. His dark green nails, which were only a few centimeters long, grew rapidly at a speed visible to everyone. In the end, the nails on the body even reached ten centimeters in length, and the color turned black and purple.

Uncle Jiu stood in front of Mr. Ren's body and opened Mr. Ren's mouth, revealing two zombie teeth with a trace of blue glitter.

After seeing the blue light flashing on the zombie's teeth from time to time, Uncle Jiu quickly took out a yellow paper full of spells from his pocket and stuffed it into the zombie's mouth. And he said in a low voice, "Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, you carry the zombies on your back, and we will rush back to Yizhuang in the shortest time."

Looking at the appearance of the zombies, the Taoist priest of Simu also took out a copper coin, pressed it in the eyebrows of Mr. Ren, and persuaded Uncle Jiu, "Brother, this zombie was struck by lightning and not hurt. I'm afraid it will change! Although we have temporarily stopped the corpse gas, I'm afraid that with your driving charm and my corpse money, we can't stop him from getting up at night! So just in case, I think it's better to burn on the spot, so as not to have more dreams at night.

Listening to his younger brother's words, Uncle Jiu shook his head, "I promised that Master Ren would never burn him like this. We will rush back to Yizhuang immediately. Let's open the altar together to dispel its corpse.

When the four-eye Taoist priest heard this, he said happily, "Brother, you want to open the seven-star altar!"

"Hmm!" Uncle Ninth listened. He snorted angrily at the younger brother who was still paying attention to his seven-star altar.

"If you don't open it, you won't open it! It's just a legal altar, what's the look!" If you can't eat grapes, just say that grapes are sour. The four-eye Taoist priest, who secretly complained a few words, told Qiu Sheng, who stood next to the body of Mr. Ren and had never wanted to go up thousands of times, and said, "What are you still watching? Memorize it quickly! Do you want me to carry it?"

"Back it!" He muttered his literary talent, glanced at Qiu Sheng, who pretended not to hear it, and Qin Hui, who looked happy, and said unhappily, "Okay, I'll carry it. Put this thing on my back."

"Ha ha, I know you are the most positive." Qiu Sheng said as he put the zombie on Wencai's body.

Uncle Jiu looked at the literary talent carrying the zombie and walked down the mountain first. He didn't look back and said to Qiu Sheng, "Qiu Sheng, let's go first. Remember to bring the bill back to Yizhuang later."

Looking at Qiu Sheng, who was walking step by step with a zombie on his back, he replied in disbelief, "What! You go first! I'll take the bill to me!"

Uncle Jiu listened and turned his head and asked, "What! Is there a problem?"

Qiu Sheng looked at Uncle Jiu's serious face and said, "No!"

Qin Hui followed Uncle Jiu and drove all the way to Yizhuang. Before and after the gate of Yizhuang, Qin Hui felt the raindrops falling on her body, pointed to the sky to Uncle Jiu who was opening the door and said, "Uncle Jiu, it's starting to rain. Can Qiu Sheng do it alone?"

Uncle Jiu opened the door and went to the room where he worshipped the magic weapon. He said to Qin Hui, "Don't worry, that kid is clever!"

Uncle Jiu, who said this, went straight into the room. The four-eye Taoist priest took over the zombie in Wen Cai's hand and put him in the middle of the yard.

Flags full of charms were inserted everywhere, surrounding the whole yard. The body of Mr. Ren was placed on the yellow cloth painted with gossip on the ground and placed under the tent.

The four-eye Taoist priest held an ordinary paper umbrella and shouted at Uncle Jiu, who was standing in the rain, casting spells, "Brother, let's burn him before he is dead. Otherwise, if there is no sun today, how can you get rid of Mr. Ren's corpse?

At this time, Uncle Jiu was dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown and standing behind the bill. In the middle of the bill is a smoke-filled incense burner. On both sides of the incense burner are two red candles engraved with runes, and next to the candle is a gossip mirror and a mahogany sword. The whole table is covered with yellow cloth embroidered with Taiji patterns, and each corner has a small flag with the words wind, rain, thunder and electricity.

Seeing that everything was ready, Uncle Jiu worshipped the body of Mr. Ren three times, and then picked up the mahogany sword on the table and danced after the bill.

Qin Hui looked at the pace under Uncle Jiu's feet and the vague words in his mouth, and asked the four-eye Taoist priest beside him, "Four-eye Taoist priest, what is your brother doing?"

Listening to Qin Hui's question, the four-eye Taoist priest also said strangely, "I'm not sure! However, the pace under my brother's feet should be the heavenly step, but I don't know what the movement of this hand means in his mouth.

Just as Qin Hui and the two were talking, Uncle Jiu's footsteps stopped, and then pointed to the bill in his hand and shouted, "Thunder," with these words, the thunder flag on the bill flew to the sky and directly inserted into the corner of Mrs. Ren's spiritual shed.

After saying the thunder, Uncle Jiu continued to dance the mahogany sword and shouted in turn, "Electricity, wind, rain." After the four flags were inserted in the four corners of the spiritual shed, Uncle Jiu bowed three times to the bill. Then, the ninth uncle who got up pinched his hand again and shouted, "The four flags set in four directions, set thunder, electricity, wind and rain."

With the shouting, the courtyard was calm for a while, and even the rain in the sky did not fall.

Uncle Jiu stood behind the bill and read a word, and from time to time took a sword flower and bowed.

"Drink" with the sound of drinking, Uncle Jiu pointed to the gossip mirror on the table. After the gossip mirror was pointed by the mahogany sword, as the mahogany sword rose, the gossip mirror also flew up. Candlelight has spirit, gossip has power, and true spirit surrenders magic.

With Uncle Jiu's words, the candle shines brightly. However, the light released did not disperse, but gathered on the gossip mirror. After absorbing the light of the candle, the gossip mirror became brighter and brighter. Finally, the light in the mirror turned into a beam of light and shone on the old man Ren in the spiritual shed. After Mr. Ren's body was illuminated by the golden light, his whole body emitted black smoke, and the body kept shaking.

In this way, the golden light's irradiation lasted for about half an hour in a row. Later, although the black gas on Mr. Ren's body was getting less and less, it was not broken by the golden light.

Uncle Jiu looked at the few black gas left, nodded, then put away the mahogany sword, grabbed the gossip mirror that fell from the air, and shouted at Wen Cai, "Wen Cai, carry Mr. Ren in. Remember to carry it into the coffin, wrap the ink bucket line on the coffin, and paste the corpse charm just in case."

Looking at Uncle Jiu's beginning to clean up the things on the bill, the four-eye Taoist priest asked with a regretful face, "Brother, is it solved?"

"What do you want?" Hearing his brother's words, Uncle Jiu asked with an unhappy face.

When the four-eye Taoist priest heard this, he laughed and said, "Brother, that's not what I mean, but I want to ask what spell you just used. Why haven't I heard of it?"

Uncle Jiu listened and looked at the rain falling from the sky again and said, "You haven't heard of it. This is my own spell. If you have heard of it, I will feel strange."

After hearing this, the four-eyed Taoist priest turned his eyes and said flatteringly, "Brother, since this is your own creation!" Can you give it to me?"

Uncle Jiu listened and moved the table to the room and said carelessly, "It's okay to learn, but you have to pack in first."

At this time, Qin Hui, who stood aside, looked at Wen Cai, who was moving the body of the old man in the morgue, and also said with a smile, "Wen Cai, let me help you play the ink fighting line."

Wen Cai, who was trying to carry the body, replied happily after hearing it, "Okay."