Xu Ce pushed Wencai's arm and accidentally pressed the injury on his body, and he suddenly woke up from the pain.
Immediately, I heard screams,
"Ouch, it hurts."
Wencai turned to look at Xu Ce with sleepy eyes.
"Senior Brother, how late is it? Why don't you sleep?"
Xu Ce looked at his classmate Wencai who looked sleepy and was speechless. This guy must have been a pig in his previous life. He slept so hard.
The gate of Yizhuang has been knocked down, so there will definitely be a lot of movement, but looking at him like this, he looks like he doesn't know anything.
This kid is also a fool who is blessed by foolishness.
If it weren't for Mrs. Ren who transformed into a corpse, the first target he instinctively bites is Ren Fa, who is a blood relative. He would probably still be sleeping after being bitten to death.
"Elder brother, why don't you speak?"
Wencai rubbed his eyes.
Xu Ce took two deep breaths, resisting the urge to beat up the literary talent who had no alertness at all, and then said:
"Something happened!
Old Mrs. Ren transformed into a zombie and went to Ren's house to bite a man to death.
I just came back from there."
Wencai suddenly sat up from the bed and exclaimed:
"What!!!"
"Senior Brother, do you think the corpse of Mr. Ren inside the coffin has changed?
And killed someone?"
Wencai was shocked, zombies, damn!
Xu Ce originally thought that Wen Cai was worried that zombies would harm the people of Renjia Town, which was why he seemed so shocked.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, I found out that was not the case.
This guy didn't care about the pain on his body, and groped all over his body. After finally confirming that there were no bites, he gasped, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with lingering fear:
"It's okay, it's okay. It didn't bite me. It scared me to death."
Xu Ce rolled his eyes, now he knows he is afraid?
I said! What did you do earlier?
"Elder brother, what should we do now?"
Wencai came back to his senses and asked quickly.
Now Uncle Jiu is not here, Qiu Sheng is not here either, so the only person we can count on is Xu Ce.
Zombies, zombies that have bitten people, are definitely not the docile "customer masters" like Mr. Four Eyes with a charm between his eyebrows. I feel scared just thinking about it.
Xu Ce patted Wencai on the shoulder and said:
"What else can we do? Wait until Master comes back and tell Master about this and see what the old man says.
I'll go to the morgue first and take a look. It's obvious that the ink line has been played, but how did Mr. Ren escape?"
Seeing Xu Ce walking outside, Wencai didn't doze off either. It was already this time and he didn't dare to sleep.
Wencai hurriedly followed, and even the wounds on his body no longer hurt.
"Elder brother, wait for me."
Morgue.
The light was very dim, so Xu Ce lit a few more candles, illuminating the entire room.
"Elder brother, the coffin, the coffin actually fell apart!"
Wencai looked at the coffin boards falling down on the ground, and was shocked.
"Senior Brother, didn't you say that if you play the ink line, everything will be fine?
How could this happen?"
Regarding the question of literary talent, Xu Ce was thinking mmp, if you ask me, who the hell am I asking!
Xu Ce shook his head and frowned in silence. He knelt down and picked up the coffin boards that had fallen around and put them together.
Holding a candle in his hand, he looked at the drawn ink line.
When I was inspecting Qiu Sheng, I didn't pay much attention to the ink lines played by Wen Cai, I just glanced at them briefly.
At this time, after taking a closer look, I found the problem.
The ink lines that were filled in later were not connected at all with the ink lines that were played earlier, and were completely separated.
Xu Ce frowned, maybe he was careless.
And he didn't expect that after he specially greeted Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, such an ink line would pop up. He was also drunk.
However, now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in blaming anyone.
What we need to do now is to make up for the situation and minimize the harm that zombie Mrs. Ren may cause to Renjia Town.
However, since Wen Cai asked, as a senior brother, he also had to tell Wen Cai what went wrong in order to serve as a warning to others. The same mistake should not be made again next time.
"See for yourself how you play the lines. The ink lines on the front and back are not connected together.
If it's to trap ordinary zombies, that's no problem.
It's a pity that Mr. Ren has been accumulating twenty years of resentment in the grave where dragonflies can't drink water.
It pales in comparison.”
Wencai also knelt down and looked towards where Xu Ce pointed, and it was indeed the case.
"Elder brother, I..."
Wencai felt very guilty.
Xu Ce waved his hand, sighed, and then said seriously:
"What happened has already happened, there is no point in saying anything.
Literary talents, we of the Maoshan lineage are not those charlatans in the market.
Many things are related to the safety and life and death of ordinary people.
It is very possible that we made a small mistake, but the consequences may be devastating to the world.
Because we have mastered abilities and Tao methods that ordinary people cannot master."
Xu Ce pondered for a while and thought of a famous saying. He decided to give this sentence to Wen Cai,
"Literary talent, you have to know that one person's ability is limited.
However, abilities vary in size.
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!
Remember what I said, okay?"
Wen Cai listened to the teachings. This time was a bloody lesson for him. After all, everyone died.
Even though he is usually very talented and stupid, he is still a kind-hearted child after all. Because of his own mistakes, although half of the responsibility is Qiu Sheng's, he really feels guilty.
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."
Wencai murmured in his mouth, repeated eight words, then his eyes became firm,
"Big Brother, I understand, I will never make the same mistake again!"
Xu Ce looked at Wencai with a firm look on his face. He didn't know how deep Wencai's understanding was, but if he could make changes, that was progress and a good thing.
At this time, Uncle Jiu had already finished exploring the geomantic treasure land where he was going to bury Mr. Ren, and hurried back to Yizhuang in exhaustion.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the collapsed door on the ground, which made Uncle Jiu a little stunned.
Damn, were you robbed?
But, what kind of thief comes to steal Yizhuang?
Uncle Jiu walked into the door extremely puzzled, and then saw the morgue brightly lit.
At this time, that bastard Qiu Sheng was in town, and Xu Ce and Wencai, the two disciples, should also rest.
So the lights in the morgue...
Could it be!
A thief really came to steal the body!
Uncle Jiu was very angry. The dead are the most important.
Even though the body in the yizhuang has not been claimed for many years, even Uncle Jiu does not know the name of the person in the coffin.
However, since they stayed in Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu had to ensure the safety of their bodies after death.
This is an unchangeable principle for everyone who keeps Yizhuang.
"Damn! I won't even spare the corpse!"
Uncle Jiu was not carried away by his anger. Instead, he placed the magic weapon on the corner next to the door, picked up a brick in his hand, and touched it quietly.