"Great, Brother Mo, don't you want to compete with us for Tingting?"
Wencai suddenly shouted in surprise.
Since Wen Cai was "only" 20 years old, and Qiu Sheng was only 19, after informing each other of their ages, Mo Fei naturally became "Big Brother Mo".
Although he seems to be a literary talent, Mo Fei feels that this "Brother Mo" is a bit deserved...
"Fool!" Qiu Sheng slapped Wen Cai and said, "What Brother Mo means is to just get on the bus without buying a ticket!"
"Eh?" Wen Cai looked at Murphy with wide eyes.
Is this something that humans can do?
"Haha, I'm just kidding, you won't take it seriously, right?"
Murphy touched the tip of his nose and smiled.
"Okay, stop messing around! Just refining corpses...isn't the right way!" Uncle Jiu shook his head, turned to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai and said, "You two, go prepare paper, pen, ink, swords."
"I need to do something to suppress the corpse's aura, otherwise it will rise up tonight!"
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at Uncle Jiu in confusion.
"It's just yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword. Don't you understand this?" Uncle Jiu gave Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai two blows.
"Master, then just tell me, why do you need to use the abbreviation?" Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai cried with their heads held in their hands.
Of course they knew about common things such as yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword, but when Uncle Jiu used the abbreviation used by practitioners, they were confused.
The two of them ran out of the mourning hall and went to prepare things.
Looking at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's leaving figures, Uncle Jiu sighed: "Sooner or later I will be pissed to death by these two!"
This sentence has almost become Uncle Jiu's mantra. Every once in a while, Mo Fei hears Uncle Jiu say a few words.
However, Mo Fei felt that Uncle Jiu was indeed too doting on Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, resulting in them having no sense of awe in their hearts, doing things carelessly, and wondering how many troubles they would have to get into before they could truly grow up and become Taoist priests in their own right.
Yizhuang is Uncle Jiu's hometown, so there will naturally be no shortage of these things. Soon Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai gathered together and came back.
Uncle Jiu put on a yellow Taoist robe and started practicing.
He used a knife to wipe the neck of the big rooster and used a porcelain bowl to catch a bowl full of rooster blood.
After making a secret, pick up the glutinous rice with your hands, put it on the candle and light it, and the flame was introduced into the porcelain bowl filled with chicken blood.
Then pour the ink into the chicken blood bowl, hold it against the flame, and stir evenly.
Finally, under the illumination of the Bagua mirror, pour the mixture of chicken blood and ink into the ink fountain.
"You two, use this ink fountain to flick on the coffin." Uncle Jiu handed the ink fountain to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.
"Remember, the entire coffin must be ejected, and nothing can be missed!"
"Don't worry, Master, everything is taken care of by us." Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai nodded.
"Yes." Uncle Jiu nodded and left with peace of mind.
Mo Fei sighed secretly.
With all due respect, Uncle Jiu, you must have trusted your two apprentices.
After Uncle Jiu left, it didn't take much effort for Qiu Sheng and Brother Wen Cai to flick the coffin up and down on the ink line.
"Okay, I'm done playing." Wencai put down the ink fountain line.
"See if there is anything missing?" Qiusheng asked.
"Oh, there is indeed something missing." Wencai patted his thigh, as if he thought of something.
"Where?" Qiu Sheng asked.
When Qiu Sheng came closer, Wencai suddenly flicked his fingers covered in ink on Qiu Sheng's face, and a few ink spots suddenly appeared on Qiu Sheng's face.
"Okay you!" Qiu Sheng was immediately furious and immediately wanted to find Wen Cai to settle the score.
So the two of them quarreled and walked out of the mourning hall...
"I know you can't have too many illusions about two people."
Mo Fei shook his head, his blue eyes flashed, and the ink fountain left behind by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai floated up automatically, flicking Ren Weiyong's coffin onto the ink fountain line.
Although it is easier for a hero to save a beautiful woman to win the heart of a woman, Mo Fei does not need that kind of low-level manipulation. He can defeat all the invincible opponents in the world with just one face.
So there is no need for him to let the mighty zombies come out, kill Ren Fa, marry a beautiful girl, and seize the Ren family's property...
Although that guy Ren Fa doesn't seem like a good person, he probably does a lot of bad things...
But he is his old father-in-law after all.
…
At midnight.
The moon hangs high in the sky, casting hazy moonlight.
The woods were rustling in the wind.
Suddenly, a dark wind blew in the mourning hall, causing the evergreen lamps placed there to flicker.
But Wencai, who was guarding the mourning hall, just pulled the quilt, turned over, and then continued to snore.
"Boom!"
A dull sound came from inside Ren Weiyong's coffin.
Literary talent is unaware of anything.
Well, his snoring was much louder than that.
"Boom!"
Several more digging and smashing sounds came from inside the coffin.
"Boom——!"
A loud noise made Uncle Jiu open his eyes from inside the room, and he sat up suddenly. As soon as his eyes rolled, he thought of something.
He put on his unlined clothes and hurried to the mourning hall where Ren Weiyong's coffin was placed.
Uncle Jiu carefully inspected Ren Weiyong's coffin and found no traces, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Ren Weiyong was also bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Wen Cai was sleeping there and he tried his best to smash the coffin, but when Uncle Jiu came, he immediately stayed still and pretended to be dead.
Uncle Jiu turned around, looked at Wencai who was still sleeping soundly, shook his head in a funny way, went forward and covered Wencai with a quilt, and said to himself: "Sleeping like a pig, this kind of person is the worst.
It’s perfect for guarding the Yizhuang!”
…
The next day.
After breakfast, Uncle Jiu took Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, and Mo Fei to find Ren Fa.
Finding a suitable grave for Ren Weiyong is by no means a simple matter. At least Uncle Jiu traveled a lot yesterday, but he still hasn't found anything.
Renjia Town is indeed the Renjia Town of the Ren family. The Ren Mansion is quite luxurious, almost like a British manor.
Of course, it's not as big as the Earl's Manor that Murphy and Evelin bought in England, so the Ren family has everything they should have.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Wow, Tingting's family is so big and grand, it must be worth a lot of money!" Wencai looked at Ren's house, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
Similar.
"Yes, the Tingting family is so rich. If anyone becomes the son-in-law of the Ren family, they will probably not have to struggle in this life. They can just lie around and eat well all day long." Qiu Sheng also said.
"But I like Tingting, not because her family has money. Even if she has nothing, I still won't dislike her!" Wen Cai said righteously.
Murphy: "..."
Then is Ren Tingting still touched by your refusal to dislike you?
Wen Cai really has no idea at all!
Wen Cai saw Mo Fei's speechless look, but still said confidently:
"Brother Mo, I don't think you are one step ahead, but I believe that the one who wins Tingting's heart in the end will definitely be me!"
Qiu Sheng also echoed: "Brother Mo, please don't think that Tingting is yours. Everyone is equal before love, and everyone has the opportunity to pursue it. I believe Tingting must choose me!"
"Then just wait and see!" Murphy shrugged and said.
It's not that he looked down on Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, but in terms of looks, Mo Fei had already killed them both instantly.
Let alone the appearance of Wencai, Qiu Sheng is pretty good, but compared with Mo Fei...
So Murphy didn't regard the two of them as competitors at all.
After entering Ren's house, Uncle Jiu and Ren Fa went to the study to chat.
At this time, Ren Tingting, wearing a white cheongsam, walked up from the second floor of Ren's house like a quietly blooming lily.
When Wencai and Qiu Sheng saw this, their eyes lit up and they quickly stepped forward to show their hospitality.
But Ren Tingting nodded politely, left the two of them, and walked towards Mo Fei.
Seeing the slumped expressions on the two people's faces, Murphy wanted to laugh a little.
Let’s not talk about the difference in looks between the two of them, but let’s talk about the issue of three views. They are also seriously at odds with Ren Tingting!
Ren Tingting is a typical wealthy lady. In the era of the Republic of China, she was able to come into contact with Western culture, learn English, and develop the habit of drinking coffee and eating egg tarts. Her thoughts were naturally at the forefront of this era.
And what about Qiusheng and Wencai? The two Maoshan Taoist priests were the masters of the old era.
What can Ren Tingting talk to them about?
Talk about catching ghosts, drawing talismans, and fighting zombies?
Only Mo Fei can have the same outlook on life as Ren Tingting, who has been exposed to Western culture. The two of them can talk about makeup and Western anecdotes together.
"Brother Mo, you are here too!"
Ren Tingting stood in front of Mo Fei and smiled slightly shyly.
Murphy nodded and was about to speak when Ren Tingting's cousin Ah Wei squeezed over again.
"Hey, why are you so close to my cousin? Do you want to take advantage of her?" Ah Wei said.
Just now, he was talking to Ren Fa about Ren Tingting's marriage to see if he could get a matchmaker ordered by his parents, but he was interrupted by Mo Fei and his party.
Then seeing Mo Fei and his group still fawning over Ren Tingting, how could Ah Wei still hold back!
"Cousin, please stop making trouble, okay?" Ren Tingting said helplessly.
Every time she chats with Murphy, Awei comes to disrupt the situation, which makes Ren Tingting want to strangle Awei to death!
"Cousin, you don't know that being handsome is the most useless thing in the world. Can a pretty boy like him, with no power, be able to protect you? But I'm different. Look at me.
You have strong muscles, and I can knock anyone down if they dare to bully you!"
Speaking of this, Awei looked at Murphy specifically, meaning that the person who would bully Ren Tingting was Murphy.
He didn't dare to say that he was more handsome than Murphy, because even he realized that the gap was too big and it was useless to confuse right and wrong. The only way to break the situation was from other aspects.
"Who said being handsome is useless?" Qiu Sheng shook his head and put on a chic look, saying: "If Tingting looks at a disgusting face every day, how can Tingting live happily in the rest of her life?
"
"Ha, you dare to say I'm ugly?" Ah Wei looked at Qiu Sheng angrily.
"You yourself said that being handsome is useless, so didn't you admit that you are ugly? Naturally, a handsome guy like me cannot agree with your statement!" Qiu Sheng said.
"Besides, being handsome and being able to fight are two different things. Why don't we... let's try our hand at it? Let's see whether the handsome person can fight or the ugly person."
"This..." Awei was at a loss for words, because Qiu Sheng, as the apprentice of Uncle Jiu, had already shown his excellent martial arts skills. He was just a fat man, how could he defeat him?
"What's the use of knowing how to fight? It's rude!" Awei said: "Who would kill with fists and kicks these days? Do you see..."
Awei took out his gun from his gun case and weighed it twice: "If you can shoot it, can you beat it?"
Just one second, Ah Wei was holding his gun seemingly to show off, but in fact he was using it to threaten Murphy and Qiu Sheng. The next second, his gun was in Murphy's hand.
With a very skilled look, Murphy disassembled and reassembled, and finally nodded and said with a smile: "The shell gun, whose real name is the Mauser gun, is a semi-automatic pistol launched by Germany in 1896. The gun body is 28 centimeters long, weighs 1.24 kilograms, and has an ammunition capacity of
20 rounds, so it is commonly known as twenty rings. It uses 7.63 mm caliber bullets, has a maximum range of 150 meters, and a theoretical rate of fire of up to 900 rounds/minute. Compared with ordinary pistols, it has longer range, fierce firepower, and faster rate of fire.
It has many advantages and is widely spread in many countries around the world."
"Brother Murphy, are you so proficient in firearms?" Ren Tingting said in surprise.
"I practiced shooting when I was in the UK." Murphy said with a smile: "If makeup is a woman's romance, then firearms are a man's romance. In the West, almost every adult man can use a gun."
"Hey, what are you doing?" Awei looked at the gun in Murphy's hand and immediately went to grab it: "You dare to grab my gun, do you know that just because of this, I can shoot you right now!"
"Ah, you want to shoot me? No, I'm so scared. I'm the only son in my family. If you kill me, my family will be wiped out." Murphy took a step back calmly and opened the door.
He turned off the safety and pointed his gun at Awei: "Otherwise I will kowtow to you, Captain Awei, please forgive me!"
Ah Wei's body stiffened, and he swallowed as he watched the gun pointed at his internal organs and said, "Since you admit your mistake so sincerely, I won't have to kowtow. I forgive you, but I won't do it next time."
It’s not allowed!”
"No, I have to kowtow to you!" Mo Fei said in a very exaggerated manner: "In Renjia Town, who doesn't know that your Captain Ah Wei is petty and will retaliate. You can't forgive me so easily.
You will definitely have to settle accounts with me later, so instead of letting you get beaten up later, it’s better for me to do it right now."
"No need, right?" Ah Wei forced a smile and said, "I really forgive you!"
"Well, I seem to have heard that guns can misfire easily. I don't know what this gun is like... Anyway, I have misfired several times with my gun. Fortunately, no one was hurt. I don't know if it will happen today.
An exception has been made.”
With a "pop", Ah Wei knelt on the ground and said miserably: "Brother Mo, it was my fault. I shouldn't have threatened you with a gun. Please forgive me!"