When the kerosene was brought in, Wen Cai Qiu Sheng stepped forward one on the left and the other on the right to pour oil on the pile of rice.
"What are you doing? You two are desperate. What if a zombie pretends to be dead and drags you to a sea of fire?"
Liao Wenjie scolded him for blocking him and waved to others. Ah Wei and others were very familiar with this gesture. He rolled up his sleeves and poured oil in the direction of the rice pile from three meters away.
After the two barrels of oil were spilled, there were oil stains all over the ground in front of the courtyard. Qiu Sheng, a literary scholar, was frightened to see it. If the fire burned down the Yizhuang, how could they go to the house to remove the tiles in the future?
"Brother Jie, it's too dangerous. What if the house burns down?"
"That's better, let Mr. Ren build you a three-story garden house. Uncle Jiu has always wanted a small bridge, flowing water, and bamboo forest. If this fire is lit, he will wake up from his dreams with a smile."
After that, Liao Wenjie took the torch from Wencai's hand, told everyone to stay away, and threw it on the pile of rice.
boom!
There was a short explosion, and the flames spread out, illuminating the entire courtyard.
The idea came to his mind, and Mr. Ren was finally cremated on the spot.
Ah Wei and others were forced to retreat again and again due to the heat wave.
At this moment, a big black hand stretched out from the pile of rice, and the zombie stood up wailing, looking at the crowd of onlookers, full of hatred and malice, and rushed towards them with fire all over its body.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Liao Wenjie threw two money swords in time, piercing the zombie's chest, causing it to roar unwillingly and fall into the flames.
This time, I didn't get up again.
"What are you doing? You are just looking at such a big fire. Get water to put out the fire!" Uncle Jiu came over angrily and knocked Wencai and Qiu Sheng on the head.
"No, Master, we are burning zombies."
"Burn zombies!?"
Uncle Jiu's eyes widened, and he became even more angry: "I'm not blind. You clearly intend to burn down the house. Go get water quickly, or I will beat you to death right now."
"Master, it's okay if the house burns down. Master Ren will build a new one. By then you will have a small bridge, flowing water and bamboo forest." Wen Cai Qiu Sheng quickly explained that it was not that they were careless, but that they were worried that putting out the fire would ruin Master's good deeds.
"Nonsense! Spitting! Nonsense! Nonsense!"
Uncle Jiu's face turned red, either from anger or from the fire. He kicked Wen Cai Qiu Sheng aside with two kicks and told them to hurry up and fetch water.
"Uncle Jiu, I'm not talking about you, how did the apprentice teach you? Just know some things clearly in your heart. The only way to make a fortune is to make a fortune silently. If you say it to your face, will the bamboo forest still be cultivated?"
Liao Wenjie shook his head repeatedly. Seeing that Uncle Jiu's face turned darker, he coughed slightly and changed his words: "By the way, do you know how to extinguish fires? The kind that will have immediate results."
"this……"
Uncle Jiu glanced at the door. The fire was very strong and might not be saved. He pondered for a moment and said: "There should be some, but my mana is severely consumed and I can't use it at the moment."
"What does it mean to have something, should it exist or not?"
"Yes or no..."
"..."x2
The two of them stared at each other, and Uncle Jiu suddenly slapped his head: "No, I was so angry that I almost forgot about the demon path. He lost the fight and escaped from the Ren Mansion, so we hurried to chase him."
"What about the fire?"
"Now is not the time to talk about this. Demon Dao is at stake and we cannot let him escape."
Uncle Jiu stuffed the Bagua Compass into his bag, cut off the red rope hanging on the wall with his sword, and jumped out.
"Literary Qiu Sheng, hurry up and chase Uncle Jiu."
Liao Wenjie gave an order and then turned to Awei and said: "Master Wei, let's go to kill the demon. The fire here is too big. You should take everyone out of the back door quickly. Don't forget the paper man in front of the door. Don't forget the paper man in front of the door before they are gone."
Throw all your strength into the fire."
After saying that, he climbed over the wall and chased after her.
Ah Wei breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was not asked to chase the demon, he could say anything.
Bang bang bang!
"Open the door. There's a fire outside. Open the door quickly and follow me."
Ah Wei stood in front of the main house and knocked on the door. He never thought that there was no movement at all inside, and it was as if Ren Fa and his daughter had not heard anything.
"Open the door. I can't wait to open the door!"
"No, who knows if you are pretending to be a ghost? Ajie said that no one can open the door until dawn, even if you kill him."
"No, cousin, I'm not a ghost, I'm your favorite nephew Awei..."
…
On the forest trail between the villages, Uncle Jiu held the Bagua compass in his hand and guided the way with the help of moonlight, chasing the defeated Hawk Nose who fled.
Liao Wenjie and Wencai Qiusheng followed closely behind. The three of them were wearing copper coin armor. When they came here, they were all gasping for breath.
"Fortunately, fortunately, the crooked road was injured and ran slowly. No...otherwise...our feet would not be able to catch up with the heat."
Qiu Sheng gasped, turned to Liao Wenjie and said, "Brother Jie, the copper coin armor is too heavy. I really can't hold on any longer."
"Persevere if you can't hold on. Don't blame me for not reminding you. The crooked way can turn Mr. Ren into a zombie, and it can also turn Mr. Zhao Qian, Sun Li and other old ladies into zombies. If you don't wear copper coin armor and meet his left and right guardians,
Isn’t it a dead end?”
"Brother Jie...you are too cautious."
"Yes, yes, there are really so many zombie old ladies. The Taoist priest had already ridden on them and disappeared, and he still... chased, chased... chased them."
"Be careful and you won't make a big mistake. In short, you can't take off the copper coin armor no matter what."
The four of them chased and slowly, and finally caught up with the crooked road in the woods going up the mountain. Liao Wenjie was right, there really was a zombie next to him.
As for why riding a perpetual motion machine is still running so slowly, I can only say that the hook-nosed money-obsessed, the zombies are overwhelmed and overloaded.
The zombie was walking with difficulty carrying a large basket filled with copper coins. His hooked nose was lying on the basket, and there was a large bulging cloth bag behind him.
If the material is not bad, it is also a copper coin.
People suppress ghosts, money suppresses people, one by one, just like stacking arhats, the path has exhausted all the vicissitudes of the world.
"..."x4
When I say it, I feel sad when I look at it.
"After all, zombies were still human beings when they were alive, but in the hands of crooked people, they were treated like beasts for selling goods. They had no dignity at all. It's really hateful."
Liao Wenjie gritted his teeth: "I will burn him on fire later to prevent him from being humiliated further."
"..."x2
Wen Cai Qiusheng looked at each other. He had wanted to say a long time ago that Liao Wenjie's perspective on things was not the slightest bit biased.
"Brother Taoist, you are so powerful that I feel inferior to you. But if you have to spare others, why bother to kill them all?"
The hook-nosed man turned over and jumped to the ground. He was holding a long flag similar to that of driving away corpses. He changed his arrogance and domineering attitude before and begged bitterly: "If we don't form a good relationship today, as long as you let me live, we will definitely form a relationship in the future."
The ring is made of grass to report my brother's great kindness."
"I don't believe it."
Before Uncle Jiu could reply, Liao Wenjie shook his head: "Since you have already broken your skin, why don't you just do it and keep suppressing it until you have no chance to stand up. After all...you are so knowledgeable and talented, you must have heard the story of lying on the salary and tasting the courage.
If the grass is not removed by its roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows!"
"you!!"
When the hook-nosed man heard this, he glared at Liao Wenjie angrily, and then looked at Uncle Jiu: "Brother Dao, everything I said is true. I really have no intention of revenge in the future, not at all."
"No matter whether you have revengeful thoughts or not, everyone will be punished by evil demons and outsiders!"
Uncle Jiu snorted coldly: "Let you live today, but you will kill innocent people indiscriminately tomorrow. Although these people were not killed by me, what is the difference between them dying in my hands?"
"Brother Dao, you really want to kill them all!"
"I didn't kill them all, it was you who asked for your own death, and God won't tolerate you."
"Okay, since you won't give me a way to survive, don't blame me for dragging you all to death together."
The hook-nosed man threw away the long flag, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, stamped his feet three times on the spot, and transformed into the image of a green-faced and fanged evil ghost.
His brows were raised, his red hair covering his dark face, and scattered around his shoulders. There were sharp fangs in his mouth, and the ten fingers outside his robe were all black and purple, making him look even uglier than the zombies around him.
"What an evil protector. He dares to practice such evil arts, and he says he's not seeking death."
Uncle Jiu raised his wooden sword, lit the yellow talisman and threw it toward the hooked nose.
The talisman exploded in mid-air, turning into a ball of fire as big as a human head. The heat wave was astonishing, and even before he got close, the clothes on Hawkbill's body were set on fire.
He pushed away the zombies around him, bared his teeth and claws, and hit the fireball in the air. He heard a loud noise, and in the light of the fire, a black figure covered in hair rushed towards Uncle Jiu and pressed him down.
Whoosh!
Liao Wenjie was well prepared. He pulled out the money sword stuck in his back and threw it out the moment the fireball exploded, flying just in front of the hooked nose.
In a flash of lightning, Hook Nose took the money sword with his backhand, and used the force of its fall to stab Uncle Jiu.
"Damn, there is such a thing!"
Liao Wenjie made a profanity-laced remark, "It's outrageous that a crooked man can learn Taoism and practice beautiful kung fu at the same time."
"What are you doing standing still? Go and help!"
Seeing that Uncle Jiu and Hook Nose were fighting each other, but their fists and kicks were no match for the genetic mutation, Liao Wenjie hurriedly asked the talented Qiu Sheng to join them.
"Ho ho ho!"
The sky-shattering roar made his ears buzz, and the zombie next to Hook Nose threw away the basket and jumped in front of the three of them, blocking their way.
"Brother Jie, let me help you." x2
Liao Wenjie was about to take action when he heard voices from the left and right, and his feet immediately softened.
No, I was careless!
Even if he played steadily and step by step, he still could not avoid the disadvantageous situation of three against one.