After sending Qianhe and his party away, Lin Tianqi and others returned to the house. Lin Tianqi and Jiu Shu's master and apprentice were not in a hurry to leave, but planned to stay one night in Simu and leave for Maoshan tomorrow.
Time passed very quickly, and before they knew it, it was sunset, and the group started to prepare dinner again. By the time dinner was ready and finished, the sky was gradually getting dark.
Rumble!
There was a thunder, and at some point the sky was covered with a thick layer of lead clouds. It looked like it was about to rain heavily, and a strong wind began to blow between the sky and the earth.
The grass outside the house was blown by the wind and bent down, looking like green waves. The trees were also rustled by the wind, and the grass blades blown by the wind were flying all over the sky.
"Master, it's going to rain heavily." Jia Le, who was feeding chickens and ducks outside, immediately shouted into the house when he saw the sky was turning dark.
"It's going to rain heavily. What's the use of calling me? I can't help God stop it from raining. You're so stupid, why don't you put your clothes away quickly?" Simu said angrily.
However, Jiale didn't care about his master's scolding. He had long been accustomed to it. He said "Oh" and immediately started to pack his clothes.
Uncle Jiu, Simu, and Yixiu who were drinking tea and chatting in the house also came out and took a look at the sky. Yixiu suddenly seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly said to Qingqing.
"By the way, Qingqing, the clothes in the yard haven't been collected yet. Go and collect them quickly."
However, Yixiu thought that some clothes had been hung to dry in the yard over his house and had not yet been collected, so he quickly said to his disciple.
"Yes, clothes!"
Qingqing also reacted when she heard this. She was startled and immediately ran towards the yard next door.
Jiale here had also put away her clothes, and when she saw Qingqing running over in a hurry, she quickly shouted.
"Qingqing, wait for me and I will help you together."
As he spoke, he quickly put his clothes into the house, then rushed out of the house and chased Qingqing's back.
"You brat, you are so positive. Why have I never seen you so positive towards your master?"
Seeing Jia Le running towards Qing Qing, he suddenly cursed in displeasure.
"hey-hey."
Next to him, Ikkyu chuckled.
"Damn monk, why are you laughing? No matter what happens, my disciple is chasing your disciple. Even if we are together, I will be better than you anyway, hum!"
Hearing Ikkyu's laughter, his eyes suddenly froze, and the smile on Ikkyu's face suddenly froze.
Uncle Jiu and Lin Tianqi, master and apprentice, smiled and said nothing while watching the two of them arguing with each other, but they looked at Qingqing and Jia. It must be said that these two people are quite a match.
Rumble!
There was another thunder in the sky.
Wow!
Immediately afterwards, the sound of heavy rain came from a distance, and was blown this way by the wind.
It rained heavily, and it came at once, and it was so heavy that the ground was soaked in the blink of an eye, and water soon flowed from the tile troughs on the eaves.
"I hope junior brother and the others will be fine."
Looking at the heavy rain, my eyes couldn't help but think of Chizuru and his party transporting the zombie, and the ink net wrapped around the coffin. Once soaked by the heavy rain, the chicken and dog blood stained on the ink net will undoubtedly be easily removed.
, once it melts, its power will naturally be greatly reduced, and I can't help but feel worried.
After hearing Yimeye's words, Uncle Jiu and Ikkyu couldn't help but look at the direction where Qianzhe and his party left.
Lin Tianqi also looked slightly condensed. He knew that if nothing unexpected happened, the drama on Qianhe's side would soon begin.
.....................
Dozens of miles away, in a tall forest, Chizuru and his team stopped here.
Because the team was dragging a heavy coffin and the mountain road was rugged and difficult, they traveled very slowly. They left Simu at 10:00 and have only traveled a few dozen miles so far.
Wow wow wow!
Heavy rain poured down, and soon the entire team was soaked to the skin.
Because of the sudden heavy rain, the group had to stop.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Next to it, a few people cut down a clearing and began to nail stakes to set up a tent!
"Oh, why are you so slow? Hurry up, hurry up. Didn't you see that Brother Seventy-One is almost soaked by the rain? A bunch of losers..."
Wu Guanshi's iconic voice sounded, neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, like a drake's voice, urging towards a group of people setting up tents.
Chizuru also glanced at the people setting up tents anxiously, then turned and walked towards the coffin.
"Master, it's not good, the ink lines are a little blurry."
Dongxiang Qianzhe said, with a hint of worry in his tone.
Qianhe's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. The ink pipe line was stained with the blood of chickens and dogs, and it was specially used to suppress zombies. Once the ink pipe line melted away, the suppressive power would undoubtedly weaken.
He immediately walked to the coffin in three steps and two at a time, and wiped the ink line behind him. It was filled with some dark brown liquid. Sure enough, the chicken and dog blood on the entire ink line had begun to melt under the heavy brush of the rain.
"rise!"
Just then, there was a shout from behind, and the entire tent was erected at this time.
"No, the ink lines have begun to melt. The coffin must be sheltered from the rain to prevent all the ink lines from melting."
Qianzhe's expression changed. When he saw the tent that had been set up, he immediately walked quickly towards Steward Wu who was standing aside.
"Report to Steward Wu, the tent has been set up."
At this time, the person in charge of setting up the tent also ran over quickly to report to Manager Wu.
Hearing the sound and seeing the tent already set up, Steward Wu suddenly looked happy.
"No one is in charge."
Chizuru also walked up at this time.
Seeing Qianhe, Steward Wu's face suddenly turned cold and he said lukewarmly.
"What's up?"
"The ink lines have begun to melt. Let the coffin go into the tent to take shelter from the rain."
"no!"
Wu Guanshi refused without thinking, thinking that a coffin was not as important as himself and Brother Seventy-One.
"But the ink line has started to melt. Wait a moment..."
Qianzhe wanted to explain, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Manager Wu.
"It's okay to wait, but not now."
After saying that, he ignored Qianhe and turned around to walk towards Brother No. 71 who was sitting on the chair. Qianhe wanted to step forward to explain, but was immediately blocked by two soldiers dressed as Qing soldiers with knives.
"Brother Seventy-One, the tent is set up, let's go in first."
Manager Wu walked up to the little boy, resumed his servant appearance and spoke.
"Um!"
The little boy sat on the chair without saying a word, holding his hands behind his back, with a slight smile on his face, and a stern look.
Seeing the little boy nodding, Manager Wu immediately smiled slavishly and said quickly to the people around him.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and bring Brother Seventy-One closer to the tent!"
Immediately, several Qing soldiers came over, lifted up the chairs, and walked towards the tent.
"well!"
Seeing a group of people walking towards the tent, while the coffin was still lying on the ground soaking in the rain, Chizuru couldn't help but sigh.
"These people are so awesome!"
Seeing this scene, the four people from the southeast, northwest and northwest couldn't help looking at Guanshi Wu and his party with some annoyance. They couldn't help but feel angry.
"Master, what should we do now? If this continues, all the ink lines will disappear soon."
Nan looked at Qian He again worriedly.
Qianhe raised his head and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a large tree with dense leaves, which could barely block the rain, and said immediately.
"Go, push the coffin over there."
"yes!"
Immediately, four people from the southeast, northwest and northwest walked to the coffin again. Two people pulled the body in front, and the other two pushed the wooden board from behind. Several Qing soldiers also walked up quickly, grabbing the head and tail of the coffin on both sides, and a line
People began to push harder.
"Harder, one, two, three! Push!"
"One, two, three! Push!"
"Hey, it seems the rain has stopped!"
"Yeah, the rain stopped!"
After pushing for a while, the group was suddenly startled again. They looked up at the sky and saw that the rain suddenly stopped.
Qianzhe also looked up at the top of his head and saw that the heavy rain had indeed stopped. Then he looked at the ink line that had mostly melted and turned very pale, and said.
“Keep pushing!”
"yes!"
Tear!
Suddenly, at this moment, there was a deafening tearing sound, the night sky suddenly lit up, and a bright bolt of lightning fell directly from the sky and struck the coffin.