"Uncle Ying, when my late father was buried twenty years ago, Mr. Feng Shui specially warned me that the coffin must be moved and buried twenty years later, otherwise there will be big trouble. I invite you here this time because I want your help.
Let me see, now that the twenty-year period is approaching, when will it be appropriate to move the earth and bury him?"
In the theater, Master Ren Fa Ren, the largest household in the Ren family village and the head of the Ren family, was talking quietly to a Taoist priest in yellow.
The Taoist in yellow is Uncle Ying. He looks to be in his fifties, his eyebrows are in a straight line, and his standard Chinese character face gives people a sense of righteousness and dignity.
"Mr. Ren, it is not a trivial matter to move the ground and bury him. If it is appropriate, please give me the birth date of the old man and the specific time of the burial. I have to go back at night to do the math and I will tell you tomorrow morning." Uncle Ying drank tea and listened to the opera.
, the voice is neither fast nor slow, obviously confident.
Ren Fa nodded lightly, took out a booklet from the waiter's hand, and said with a smile: "I have already prepared it. It contains my father's birthday and birth date, as well as the hour on the day of his burial. You can take a look."
Uncle Ying took the book and looked at it. Not only did it contain what Ren Fa said, but also a cashier's check worth two hundred oceans.
Seeing the cashier's check, Uncle Ying nodded slightly, thinking that it was not unreasonable for the Ren family to be so rich. Ren Fa prepared the money without even withdrawing it. When he met such a good employer, he had
Who wouldn't try their best?
"Master Ren, please go back and wait for my news. The results will be available early tomorrow morning." Uncle Ying closed the booklet with a smile on his face.
Mr. Ren nodded, put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and said, "I'll wait for you at the coffee shop tomorrow morning. Coffee is the tea that foreigners drink. I believe you will like it."
"Master Ren, let's go slowly..." Uncle Ying watched the master go out, then looked at the untouched pastries on the table, hesitated for a moment, took out a handkerchief, wrapped all the pastries, and whispered: "They all cost money.
It would be a pity to waste this stuff, I just took it back to give Wen Cai a late night snack."
"Master, Master!" Just as he thought of his apprentice Wencai, a ghostly roar sounded outside the door.
Uncle Ying's movement of holding the cakes froze, and he knew where the familiar voice came from without even thinking about it.
"Brother Wang, this Baoyi Theater is my master's favorite place. Customers are often brought here. If you don't believe me, I'll shout a few times and master will come out." Wencai, dressed like a green peacock, said
While standing, he gestured his hands into the shape of a trumpet and shouted: "Master, Master!"
"Howling in mourning, I'm not dead yet!" In the private room on the second floor, a Taoist priest opened the window with an angry look on his face.
Wang Xu laughed the moment he saw the Taoist priest. He didn't know why he was laughing. It was like meeting his favorite cross talk actor. He didn't have to tell the joke, he just had fun seeing the person.
"Master, come down quickly. Uncle Master is here and he's in big trouble!"
Wencai waved repeatedly. Upon hearing this, Uncle Ying did not hesitate, turned over and jumped out of the window.
At a full five or six meters tall, Uncle Ying was like a monkey, his toes stopped at a point on the ground, and his whole movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Wang Xu's eyes lit up slightly, as an expert would know if there was something there as soon as he made a move. With this lightness and force-reduction, Uncle Ying's skills could not be weakened.
"What kind of trouble did your uncle encounter?" Uncle Ying looked up at Wang Xu, put the pastry in Wencai's hand, and asked calmly.
Wencai opened the package and smiled from ear to ear when he saw the cakes. While eating, he said, "Uncle Master, he encountered a black-haired zombie. He said he came here this time to invite you to deal with the zombies."
"Black-haired zombie!" Uncle Ying's unibrow moved. Although his face was serious, there was no panic at all.
Seeing Uncle Ying's expression, Wang Xu knew that Master Simu had found the right person this time.
The black-haired zombie that the four-eyed Taoist priest could not deal with would probably make him frown in Uncle Ying's eyes, and then nothing would happen.
"This is not the place to talk. Let's talk when we go back." Uncle Ying regained his composure and gestured to Wen Cai to lead the way. At the same time, he asked Wang Xu: "Friend, you look very unfamiliar, don't you?"
Wang Xu smiled and said, "Hello, Uncle Ying. I am a friend of Taoist priest Si Mu. I came here with him this time. I often hear you from him."
"It's easy to say, Simu is my junior brother, and his friends are my friends. I will buy some food and wine later, and we will have a drink in the evening." Uncle Ying has a peaceful personality and makes people feel very friendly.
Wencai ate a few pieces of cake secretly, looked at the master who was talking to Wang Xu, and couldn't help but interject: "Master, how is Master Ren's situation?"
"Everything goes well. I'll calculate the time when I get back in the evening, and I'll be able to move the burial on an auspicious day. It won't take much effort." Uncle Ying and Wencai walked in front, and their conversation could be heard from afar.
Hearing Uncle Ying say that it didn't take much effort, Wang Xu smiled imperceptibly. He knew that Mr. Ren's body had already turned into a zombie. It would be better if he didn't dig it out. If he dug it out, it would be a 100% fake corpse.
Thinking of the corpse trick, Wang Xu's eyes flickered slightly, and then he thought of the corpse refining technique he had obtained.
Ge Laoshan's corpse refining technique specializes in turning vampire zombies into protector zombies, and is good at driving zombies to fight.
Wang Xu has seen it in the past few days. Refining corpses requires the use of magic, but after being refined, the guardian zombies need commands to control them.
"Refining corpses requires mana, but controlling zombies does not. Is it feasible if I let Qian Zhenren practice it and then control it by me in the end?" Wang Xu felt a slight heat in his heart. The black-haired zombie was stronger than him.
Plus, he's completely invulnerable.
Zombies of this level can be a good helper if you can control them in your own hands.
At the very least, it can’t be used in other worlds, but it can be used in the wasteland plane. Let zombies who are not afraid of infection go to the wasteland plane to collect crystal cores. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone. And it will not be afraid even if it overturns. Zombies are rampant in the wasteland plane.
It has already been destroyed, and multiple zombies are not considered too many.
"Uncle Ying, you go back first, I'll buy some things and I'll be there soon." Wang Xu had a new idea and found an excuse to leave halfway, heading straight to the inn in the small town.
The inn is the meeting place agreed by Wang Xu and Qian Tianshi. Whenever there is nothing during this period, Qian Tianshi will be waiting for him in the inn.
Walking into the inn, Wang Xu saw Qian Tianshi who was drinking on the table near the flowerpot.
Qian Tianshi was also surprised when he saw him. He took the initiative to ask the waiter to get an extra cup. While pouring the wine, he asked: "Boss, why are you here?"
Wang Xu took a sip of wine and told Master Qian what he thought.
Hearing that Wang Xu wanted to control zombies, Qian Tianshi showed hesitation and said: "I can do this, but to be honest, this idea is not reliable. I just trained the zombies and then handed them over to you.
There is no guarantee that there will be no problems with control. You have no magic power, and the several methods to prevent zombies from backlash are of no use to you. Zombies are very wild things. Many masters of corpse refining in Laoshan have died on their own.
If you are controlled by a zombie, you will be even more dangerous."
"If we don't care about the danger, is this method feasible?" Wang Xu thought that Mr. Ren's strength should be at the level of a black-haired zombie. If he can't defeat it, he can still escape. So he just tried this thing. If it works, it will work, and if it doesn't, he will
It doesn't work, I have nothing to lose anyway.
"If you don't consider the danger, it's feasible, but just in case..." Qian Tianshi hesitated, not optimistic about Wang Xu's decision.
Wang Xu put down his wine glass, tapped his finger on the table, and said with a smile: "There is no such thing as a chance!"