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Chapter 85: A Dutiful Son Under the Stick

At night, Mao Yue was drowsy.

Renjiazhuang was silent, with only a few insects chirping. After Liao Wenjie finished shouting, several residents yelled and cursed in response, and then there was no movement again.

Gloomy black clouds came in, covering up the remaining moonlight, and the already gray town was completely plunged into darkness.

In the market, the zombies held their hands flat in front of their chests and jumped ten meters away. The frequency was not fast but high and low. They went up to houses and climbed over walls. They walked in a straight line the whole time.

Looking at the direction, the target is clearly the Ren Mansion.

At the other end of the market, Liao Wenjie and Uncle Jiu were running wildly. Because Uncle Jiu ran diagonally from time to time, Liao Wenjie could only pull him forward.

"Uncle Jiu, run faster or you can't catch up!"

Liao Wenjie looked into the air. Zombies were rising and falling, and their upright figures were rising above the roof from time to time. For the first time, he knew that he could walk so fast while jumping.

"Ajie, I still have some physical problems. You go to Ren's Mansion first, and I will be there soon."

Half of Uncle Jiu's face was swollen, and he would not point out the specific problem. Some people have brain problems, and their actions are neither light nor heavy.

"Okay, I'm going to buy time. You hurry up and follow me. Don't get lost."

Liao Wenjie snatched the wooden sword from Uncle Jiu's hand. In order to prevent zombies from harming people, he had put in a lot of effort and had completed all ninety-nine steps. There was no reason to fall at the last step.

Even if it's just a gamble, I want to keep both Ren and Fa safe tonight.

The courtyard wall in front blocked the way, so he sprinted faster, stepped on the wall twice, held down the top of the wall with one hand, turned his body horizontally, and easily climbed over.

This light skill of flying on grass is not considered a high-level body technique, and because the level is too low, it is far from reaching the state where the feet do not touch the ground, but the explosive power is really good, and the landing is silent as if a dragonfly is touching water. It is especially suitable for climbing over the wall at night.

To be honest, Liao Wenjie, the Ren family with the highest wall in the town, could come and go freely and could turn over the pages several times a night.

"This guy is pretty good at kung fu, but I'm not bad either."

The detour was too far, so Uncle Jiu decided to make an exception and climb over the wall. Despite his age, he had been practicing martial arts for many years, and his muscles and bones were well maintained. He was as light as a swallow, and the courtyard wall of the official lady's house could not stop him at all.

I saw him holding the Qi in his chest, reaching the Yongquan Point with his mind power, and bouncing up with his right foot on the ground. His body was like a flying swallow flying through the air, and he jumped three meters away with the help of his floating energy.

He accurately grasped the distance and force. Before his body fell, he touched the toe of his left foot on the wall. He once again used force and raised his hand to grab the top of the wall...

Unfortunately, Uncle Jiu misjudged himself. His balance was off tonight and he couldn't aim in a straight line, let alone reach the sky. His left foot slid against the wall, and his whole leg kicked straight in the air. His upper body leaned forward inertia, and he was stuck in the wall.

A second ago, I closed my eyes helplessly.

Bang! Bang!

The first sound was his face hitting the wall, and the second sound was his butt hitting the ground. Uncle Jiu covered his face with one hand and supported his waist with the other, curling up and lying in the corner.

Arching back and forth.

It hurts a lot, and I want to groan, but I can't. This is his last bit of stubbornness.



Renfu.

Ren Fa didn't sleep tonight. He lit a lamp and boiled oil in the study room next to the bedroom to check the accounts. He was thinking about whether the factory's performance was poor and whether it would be more appropriate to lay off workers or reduce wages.

In the end, we decided to lay off employees, and at the same time, our wages were also reduced.

Being diligent and thrifty makes him an excellent businessman.

I was doing abacus calculations in the middle of the night, mainly because when I was entertaining Uncle Jiu during the day, he also drank too much and had just woken up and was not sleepy at all.

At the wine table, Uncle Jiu talked earnestly about the horror of zombies, letting his hair go in and out of his left ear, while he kept pouring wine into Uncle Jiu.

Ren Fa knows who Uncle Jiu is, he has a cold face and a warm heart, and his soft ears are good for face.

He has plenty of ways to deal with this kind of obedient donkey. He can entertain him with good food and drink, and a round of flattery and extra money, so there's nothing wrong with him.

Maybe it was because I was boasting too much this time and Uncle Jiu gave up before I even added any money.

As for the old man turning into a zombie, Ren Fa didn't take it to heart. He didn't even mention it. It was just a possibility. If it really changed, that would be better.

The small town's security team was raised by the Ren family, each armed with a long gun, and paid enough every month. If the old man dared to change, he would kill his relatives and sell them for money.

"Haha, in what era are zombies as powerful as foreign guns and cannons?"

Thinking of this, Ren Fa's hand that dialed the abacus trembled slightly, and his face showed a smile that showed the pearls of wisdom. He was not losing anything, and this wave was stable.

At this moment, a cold wind blew outside the window, and the account books rattled. Ren Fa shivered, got up and put on his coat.

He walked to the window and raised his hand to close the two windows.

Suddenly, a pair of eerie eyes opened in the darkness, staring straight at him without blinking.

Ren Fa's old eyes were dim, and then he noticed a 'person' standing outside the window, with a face like a dead tree, fangs exposed, and the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as his ghost father, and money was still pouring out of his chest.

"Holy shit!"

Ren Fa was so frightened that he fell to the ground, turned around, got up and ran away.

boom!

Hearing the sound behind him, Ren Fa didn't dare to look back, ran out of the study on weak legs, closed the door with his backhand, and held on with his back.

"Someone come quickly, someone come quickly!"

Click!

The zombie pierced the door with both hands and grabbed Ren Fa's shoulder, his sharp claws embedded in it, causing large amounts of blood to spurt out.

Ren Fa screamed in pain, his bones felt like they were being crushed, and he passed out after a short time.

When the housekeepers and servants in the mansion heard the commotion, they ran over and grabbed Ren Fa. Because the door was closed, they didn't know what caught their master and thought it was a thief.

"Try hard and pull the master out quickly."

"What's going on? Try harder. Didn't you eat?"

"It's not good, the master has fainted again."

How can manpower resist the zombies? A group of people were so exhausted that they were sweating profusely and could not drag Ren Fa out. The latter fainted from the pain several times, and his screams were no longer as powerful as before.

boom!!

The zombie knocked open the door and held the door with Ren Fa above his head. He just raised his head and drank the dripping blood.

When everyone saw the terrifying appearance, they were so frightened that they screamed and rolled and crawled away, no longer caring whether Ren Fa was dead or alive.

At the critical moment, two money swords came quickly and nailed the zombie on the back.

"Ho ho ho!"

The zombie was in pain, let go and threw the door panel and Ren Fa out, turned around and glared, roaring.

Liao Wenjie was standing outside the window with his golden light, panting as hard as Erhei. He miscalculated, and the copper coin armor became heavier and heavier as he ran away. If he had known this, he would have let Uncle Jiu pass through whatever he said.

He held on to the wall and panted: "Old man, a filial son emerges from the stick, but you can't beat him to death. Take my advice, don't be so angry. Mr. Ren is not young anymore, so you can just beat him for two or three hours."

Already."

"Ho ho ho!!"

The zombie raised its sharp claws and stabbed Liao Wenjie, who was talking nonsense, and stopped immediately when he saw Liao Wenjie tearing apart the black cloth, revealing several bright money swords.

"Old man, it's not good to stand and talk. Why don't we all sit down and talk slowly. If you feel that your children and grandchildren are unfilial, wait until Uncle Ninth comes later and he will personally seek justice for you... I'm not afraid to tell you that he has a blind eye for money.

Come on, if you give more, he will definitely win your case."

Liao Wenjie kept talking, and he didn't care whether the zombies understood it or not. He just said one word: drag.

I dragged him until Uncle Jiu came to take over.

"Ho ho ho."

The zombie hesitated and did not dare to step forward. He abandoned Liao Wenjie and rushed towards Ren Fa.

Ren Fa suffered a series of disasters and was thrown unconscious. He was lying on the ground with his body stretched out. He was just a few breaths away from being reunited with his father and son.

Whoosh!

Liao Wenjie didn't hesitate, threw two money swords at the zombies, and then rushed into the study with Uncle Jiu's wooden sword.

Justice backstabs, right now!

Unexpectedly, the zombies were making noises from east to west, pretending to attack Ren Fa. When the money sword broke through the air, he jumped sideways to avoid it, planted his feet on the ground and drove straight into Liao Wenjie.

The speed was so fast that Liao Wenjie only saw a black shadow coming towards him, and he subconsciously raised his wooden sword and stabbed forward.

bite!

The wooden sword was pressed against the zombie's forehead. Due to the Taoist magic exerted by Uncle Jiu, the red light surged when it hit the cold evil object. The zombie's forehead was like a soldering iron until it started to smoke.

The cold wind carried a fishy stench, and Liao Wenjie felt that the zombies in front of him stunk so much that he felt dizzy when he took a breath. He held his sword with both hands, trying to push the zombie away in one fell swoop.

Click!

The wooden sword bent, broke under the load, and the zombie became fierce, thrusting its claws forward and hitting the copper coin armor on Liao Wenjie's chest.

The red light surged, and a man and a corpse flew out at the same time.

Liao Wenjie flew backwards and fell into the study room, grinning as he was helped up.

It's Uncle Jiu.

"Uncle Jiu, you came at the right time... Hey, why is your nose swollen?"

"Let's talk later... Again, give me the wooden sword quickly, I'll deal with it... you cover it."

Uncle Jiu was panting harder than Er Hei. Without waiting for Liao Wenjie to reply, he grabbed the wooden sword and held it in his hand. He muttered words while his fingertips ran the sword's blood.

There was a hiss and the hand slipped.

Hey, why is this sword so short?

"..."x2

The two looked at each other, and Liao Wenjie clenched his fists and coughed lightly: "Uncle Jiu, I was just about to say that the zombies destroyed your magic weapon."


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