Qiu Sheng, a talented scholar, each held one end of an ink fountain and began to flick the ink line on the coffin.
Xu Ce stood aside and watched without making a move. As a senior brother, he naturally has privileges.
In a short while, the two guys had all the places they could see covered with grid-like ink lines.
However, Xu Ce was not satisfied.
"Elder brother, it's already played."
Qiu Sheng put away his ink line, walked to Xu Ce and said.
Xu Ce shook his head. These two guys were still so careless. He frowned and said:
"Look carefully and see if there is anything missing."
Xu Ce remembered how Old Master Ren broke open the coffin after his transformation into a corpse in the original work.
It is because Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, has only five sides where he drew the ink line.
The coffin is a rectangular parallelepiped, with a total of six sides.
This is equivalent to leaving a door open for Mr. Ren to do whatever harm he can to others.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai turned around and looked around the coffin several times, scratching their heads but finding nothing missing.
"Elder brother, I have played all the ink lines, and there is nothing missing."
Both of them had confusion in their eyes, and they were observing carefully.
Xu Ce sighed quietly, squatted on his back, pointed at the bottom of the coffin placed on two stools, and said:
"Look there!"
The two of them were not really stupid. Xu Ce pointed out this and suddenly realized,
"Senior Brother, you are so awesome, why didn't we notice you?"
Xu Ce chuckled and said,
"Otherwise, how can I be your senior brother?
Hurry, it’s getting late.”
The two picked up the ink fountain again and filled the bottom of the coffin with ink lines.
Then he checked it again and then said:
"Elder brother, there should be no problem now."
Xu Ce nodded,
"No problem."
At this time, Uncle Jiu came in, looked at the coffin that had been decorated with ink lines, lit a stick of incense, and placed it on the incense table.
There are still words in his mouth,
"People are divided into good guys and bad guys, and corpses are divided into zombies."
The literary talent's old habit relapsed, and he accepted the words in a cheesy manner,
"Master, you are wrong. People are not only divided into good and bad people, but also men and women."
Xu Ce was not polite this time and knocked Wen Cai on the forehead with a chestnut.
"Master is talking, why are you interrupting? Do you want to be punished by Master?"
Wencai touched his head angrily,
"Senior Brother, it hurts so much."
Xu Ce glared at this guy, Ma De, there is no one else with the attributes like this.
Qiu Sheng covered his mouth and laughed, looking at Xu Ce and glaring at him, and then he suppressed it.
"Mr. Ren's body will soon turn into a zombie. If you are still in the mood to joke, be careful that it will jump out of the coffin in the middle of the night and bite you!"
Xu Ce deliberately threatened.
However, Xu Ce's words obviously did not scare the two heartless guys. They were afraid of ghosts, but they were not so afraid of corpses that could be seen and touched.
As for the zombies, Taoist Master Four Eyes only took away nine, and Xu Ce killed five of them. I'm afraid they don't exist.
"Master, how can a corpse turn into a zombie?"
curious baby Qiu Sheng asked.
"Yes, how can people become bad people?"
Wen Cai followed him without thinking, having already forgotten about Xu Ce knocking on his head just now.
Xu Ce was speechless.
Uncle Jiu was even more speechless and paralyzed. He really wanted to curse or hit someone. It was all written in the book. Have these two bastards read those books before?
However, Uncle Jiu was still angry and explained to his two stupid disciples:
"About people and corpses, I hope this is the first time I will tell you, and it will also be the last time I tell you!
When people become bad, it’s because they don’t live up to expectations!
A dead body becomes a zombie because it has one more breath!"
"One more breath. A dead body can still have one more breath. Why?"
Qiusheng asked.
"Before a person dies, he is angry, holding his breath, or sulking. After death, the breath will gather in the throat."
Uncle Jiu said slowly.
"That means you won't be angry even if you die?"
Wencai said.
Qiu Sheng nodded repeatedly and drew inferences. He didn't look stupid.
"So Master said, people may want to strive for success, but the most important thing after death is to stop breathing.
If you don't stop breathing, you will turn into a zombie and harm others and yourself."
"You two, please don't interrupt when I'm talking. Do you know that I really want to beat you now!"
Uncle Jiu angrily pointed a chestnut at each of their heads. The two fell silent immediately and scratched their heads.
"Master, I understand."
They have a strong desire to survive. They admit their mistakes in a second and then make the same mistakes in seconds.
Xu Ce secretly shook his head, if he was left to take care of such a junior brother, could he really take care of him?
I have a headache.
"If the breath cannot be resolved, it will turn into corpse bacteria, and the corpse bacteria will turn the dead body into a bloodthirsty zombie.
Remember it?"
After Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he glared at the two of them.
"Remember it, Master."
The two of them were extremely well-behaved.
"Um."
Seeing the good attitude of the two guys, Uncle Jiu felt a little more comfortable and walked out again.
Xu Ce frowned and touched his chin and looked at the coffin. The ink lines were filled with bullets in all directions without blind spots. Logically speaking, there should be no problem.
But for some reason, the bad premonition in Xu Ce's heart did not disappear.
I always feel like something will happen.
However, Mrs. Ren’s body cannot be cremated directly. This is a problem.
"Senior Brother, what are you looking at? Don't worry, they are all filled with ink lines, no problem."
Qiu Sheng promised, patting his chest.
"Well, it's full of ammunition."
Xu Ce nodded,
"Go out and pluck the feathers from the chicken you just killed. We'll finish the work tomorrow and eat the big rooster."
"okay!"
When it came to eating, the two guys' eyes immediately glowed with gold, and they ran out happily.
Xu Ce shook his head helplessly, Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai must be 18 years old, why are he still acting like a child who has not grown up?
Isn’t it said that people in ancient times matured prematurely?
Why can't I see any premature maturity in these two guys?
Um, no, these two guys' desire for girls has reached the average level of singles in later generations.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai are not without their merits. They are as good at plucking chicken feathers as they are innocent. Xu Ce clicked his tongue when he saw it. They have definitely reached the level of a professional store owner.
Learning Maoshan Taoism from Uncle Jiu is a bit humiliating.
"Senior Brother, this chicken feather is a good thing. Wash it and add it to your cotton-padded jacket. It will keep you warm when you wear it in winter."
Wencai grabbed a handful of chicken feathers, exuding the unique smell of chicken, and said stupidly.
"Well, collect the chicken feathers carefully and don't waste them."
Xu Ce didn’t know what to say, down jackets of this era?
"Elder brother, Wen Cai and I have many chicken feather cotton-padded jackets. We are waiting for the winter to ask the master to use these chicken feathers to make one for you."
Qiu Sheng said warmly.
Xu Ce felt a sense of warmth in his heart. In this strange environment and strange world, it was actually not bad to have such two junior brothers who cared about him.
Little did the two of them know that at this moment, Xu Ce determined one thing in his heart, that is, he must take good care of these two people in the future and not let them continue to be useless.