Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

There are only four people in the room now, and Han Feng feels that he and the handsome man on the hospital bed are outsiders at this moment.

If I had known earlier, I would have quit with those maids just now.

Why stay here.

Lianmei stood up against the wall and wiped away the tears from her face, touched her stomach and sobbed, "Jiuying, I really don't know why this happened at home, but I don't want anything to happen to him, let alone my stomach. Something happened to the child here."

As soon as Lianmei said this, Uncle Jiu was stunned, "Lianmei, you, are you pregnant?!"

Han Feng could see the sadness in Uncle Jiu's eyes, although it only flashed for a moment, it was still accurately captured by Han Feng.

It seems that Master still has not completely let go of this former lover. Could this be the reason why Master chose to be single for most of his life? !
It's no wonder that Aunt Cane's infatuation has failed to impress Uncle Jiu for so many years.

How can you pretend to be a newcomer with someone who is no longer possible in your heart?
Realizing that he had lost his composure, Uncle Jiu quickly adjusted his posture, and said softly, "Sister Lian, don't worry, it's the same sentence ten years ago, nothing will happen to you with me around!"

At this moment, Han Feng felt that Uncle Jiu had a halo on him.

It's just that the handsome man on the hospital bed is dying and has to wear a green hat on his head.

What's more, Lianmei's hand was still held in Uncle Jiu's at this moment.

"Master! Cough..." Han Feng really couldn't stand it.

"Why don't you stay here first, you guys catch up on the old days, and I'll go to the ancestral grave of the handsome family first?"

Han Feng said these words from the bottom of his heart, and he promised that he never meant to mock Uncle Jiu. With the bright lights in the hall, Han Feng felt that Uncle Jiu and this Lianmei were quite a good match.

This Lianmei is not careless like Aunt Cane, who is always in a hurry.

Lianmei is also very tender and beautiful, she is a gentle and virtuous woman at first glance, she seems to be more suitable for Uncle Jiu.

It's a pity that the two of them are destined to have nothing to do with each other in this life, it's not bad to be able to spend a short tender moment here, but I just wronged the handsome man on the bed.

"Stinky boy!"

"Don't pretend I don't know what you're thinking." This was the third time Uncle Jiu glared at Han Feng since he entered the room, and Mei Lian also pulled out her pair of soft clothes from Uncle Jiu's hands in a panic.

Thoughts were flying, and there were layers of ripples in his heart, but there was no way to compromise and he could only let it fade away.

"Sister Lian, I'll go to the ancestral grave first. You can go back and rest. The commander-in-chief is already like this. Now that you are pregnant, you can't drag yourself down."

Han Feng: Uncle Jiu, is this something you should care about?
I only dare to say a few words in my heart.

If you say it, you have to meet Uncle Jiu's sharp gaze.

……

After setting up sister Lian.

Uncle Jiu and Han Feng took a few men from the Marshal's mansion and the housekeepers to the ancestral graveyard of the Marshal's house.

Naturally, there was no need to walk this time. The butler directly transferred a few carriages from below, and the group headed straight to the cemetery.

When they left, the group of people were sleepy, and they didn't get nervous until they heard that they were going to the cemetery this time because the old man in the coffin might turn into a zombie.

"Uncle Jiu, don't you Taoist priests just love bluffing?"

"The people in this coffin are fine. They've been dead for so many years. Why are they zombies at this time? Hehe..." The man driving the car said indifferently.

In his opinion, there are no ghosts in this world at all, they are all created by these Taoist priests deliberately for survival, just to give themselves a certain way of life.

Uncle Jiu was neither angry nor annoyed, he had seen this kind of person a lot and belonged to the kind of contestant who didn't cry when he saw the coffin.

Han Feng smiled and said, "Is it true? Little brother will open the coffin after a while, and you will know if you ask the zombie master yourself? Haha."

The man driving the car just smiled and shook his head.

Soon, several carriages stopped in front of a family grave within half an hour.

Although they don't believe in ghosts, but when they came to the grave late at night and felt the surrounding wind rushing into the neckline, everyone was still very disturbed and followed closely behind Uncle Jiu.

"What are you following me? Dig quickly!" The butler took out a shovel from the carriage and took the lead in action.

Han Feng and Uncle Jiu checked the surrounding Fengshui.

Uncle Jiu frowned, "Afeng, how are you doing? Do you see the problem?"

As soon as Han Feng heard this, he knew that Uncle Jiu was going to test himself again.

He said calmly, "Master, this commander-in-chief is supposed to be a man of distinction, how did he choose this cemetery, which is so far worse than that of the Ren family?"

"This cemetery pays attention to a landscape. As the saying goes, a good mountain manages people and water manages wealth. The ancestral grave of this handsome family is neither near the mountain nor the water."

"That's all. You chose an open place. It's good for him. He directly set up the cemetery in this gutter. Will the ancestors suffer from living in such a dark and humid environment for a long time?"

After Han Feng finished speaking, Uncle Jiu nodded in agreement.

With a look of relief in his eyes, he praised, "That's right, Afeng, you have made progress during this time, and you know how to read Feng Shui."

In the past, Han Feng was a waste material before getting started, and his comprehension was not even as good as his literary talent.

Uncle Jiu once wondered if it was a mistake for him to take in Han Feng.

This is not only disrespectful to Taoism, but also irresponsible to Han Feng himself.

But seeing Han Feng who is so competitive now, he doesn't have to worry about it.

He bent down and picked up a stone at his feet, and threw it towards a piece of wild grass not far away.

"See that looming river?"

"Is that the river?"

Uncle Jiu nodded, "That's right, a few years ago, this place was indeed surrounded by mountains and rivers, but later the people around were digging and messing around, and the spiritual veins here were broken, causing his family's ancestral grave to be changed from a place with excellent geomantic omen. The dragon vein has become the current Juyin point."

Han Feng was startled, no wonder something happened to the Marshal's house, the ancestral grave has become a Juyin point, it's no wonder that nothing happened.

There is no doubt about it, the ancestors buried underground must have become zombies.

"It's been dug out! Uncle Jiu, it's been dug out!" shouted over there.

Uncle Jiu and Han Feng walked over quickly.

A coffin made of precious wood was carried and placed on the ground, but no one dared to approach it.

Han Feng saw the coffin containing the zombies, and after being carried out, his heart began to stir.

The things inside are endless resources for me!
With a stride forward, Han Feng raised his hand and was about to open the coffin.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu immediately shouted to stop.

"Wait a moment!"

The next moment, a gust of wind blew around.

Han Feng and Uncle Jiu coincidentally looked up at the sky dog ​​Canyue.

The butler and a group of servants backed away in fright, this kind of thing would rather be believed to exist than not to be believed.

The corner of Han Feng's mouth curled up slightly. Opening the coffin at this time could easily cause the corpse inside to wake up on the spot.

He realized that he was too excited just now.

Turning around, he joked to the driver who was driving the car, "Young man, come on! Seeing that you don't believe in ghosts and gods, and you are a righteous person, this kind of thing must not get close to you."

The coachman turned pale with fright and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Afeng, stop teasing him and get down to business." As he spoke, Uncle Jiu took out a drawn yellow talisman from his pocket and prepared to paste it on the coffin.

Han Feng smiled and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Master, use mine."