Uncle Jiu: I am Shi Shaojian, and I have the highest level of thunder magic at the beginning.

The terrain of the entire Renjia Town will become a corpse-raising ground, all because the Yin Qi of the underworld flows along this node and pours into the human world.

As one of the forces of the underworld, Maoshan has the responsibility to solve the problems of Renjia Town.

It was under this situation that Uncle Jiu was sent to the Yizhuang in Renjia Town to take charge.

"I have been in charge of Yizhuang for so many years, secretly combing the terrain of Renjia Town, and guiding the Yin Qi leaking out of Renjia Town to Yizhuang one by one!"

"It's a pity that after so many years of hard work, there are only two places that have not been solved!"

Uncle Jiu stretched out two fingers.

"One is Ren Weiyong's grave, and the other is the lair of the ghost king, right?"

Shi Shaojian instantly understood what Uncle Jiu meant.

After Uncle Jiu's unremitting efforts for so many years, Renjia Town has actually returned to normal, and ordinary people can basically live here safely.

Most of the Yin Qi leaked from the underworld has now been locked up by Uncle Jiu in Yizhuang.

With the great formation arranged by Maoshan, this place will return to normal sooner or later after a few decades.

However, the old nest of the ghost king and the dragonfly-dipped water cave occupied by Feng Shui master are completely exceptions.

Because the ghost king is a long-time ghost in Renjia Town, he occupies the terrain to compete with Uncle Jiu. Before destroying the ghost nest and not affecting the safety of Renjia Town, Uncle Jiu will not easily take action.

As for Ren Weiyong, it was completely Feng Shui Master who blocked Uncle Jiu's perception with the Feng Shui formation.

It also caused Uncle Jiu's decades of hard work to be perfect.

However, the current crisis is also an opportunity to solve this matter.

"Uncle, since they have all appeared, although the threat has increased greatly, it is also a good thing!"

"As long as we can catch them all this time! Renjia Town will no longer encounter these threats from now on!"

A place with too much yin energy is not suitable for ordinary people to live.

The dense forest near the Yizhuang is like this. There are basically no ordinary people. Most of them are playgrounds for ghosts and evil spirits.

After getting rid of the Ghost King and Feng Shui Master and others, Renjia Town will at least not have to worry about the appearance of evil ghosts or the threat of corpse disasters for decades.

"As the saying goes, wealth and honor are sought in danger!"

"If you miss this opportunity, it will not be so easy to catch all these ghosts in one fell swoop!"

As soon as Shi Shaojian finished speaking, he immediately noticed the intention on Uncle Jiu's face.

Seeing this, Shi Shaojian immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"Master uncle, don't worry. Just in case, you can issue a call for my Maoshan!"

"Gather the power of Maoshan, it's just a small Renjia Town, it's no problem at all!"

Shi Shaojian's last words completely moved Uncle Jiu.

Maoshan is not comparable to Feng Shui Master and his allies.

In terms of numbers and power, Maoshan is not at the same level as them.

"Okay!"

"I will issue a call to the brothers and sisters of Maoshan right now!"

As one of the candidates for the next headmaster of Maoshan, Uncle Jiu is qualified to issue an order to call the disciples of Maoshan.

However, compared with Shi Jian, the de facto acting headmaster, Uncle Jiu's call is not an imperial decree!

The disciples of Maoshan who are called have the right to choose whether to go or not.

In other words, although Uncle Jiu can issue a call, it depends on personal will whether they are willing to go after receiving the news.

For this point, both Uncle Jiu and Shi Shaojian are well aware.

Uncle Jiu believes that he has a good relationship with people inside and outside Maoshan, and he is not worried about issuing a call.

As for Shi Shaojian, he did not think much about it. It was just a call, and he did not think about asking for too many helpers.

As long as three or five earth masters like Taoist Simu come, the threat in front of them will not be enough.

Qiu Sheng and Wencai on the side are different.

"Maoshan Call?"

"Master actually has this kind of power?!"

The Maoshan Call sounds like a very high-end thing. When they first heard that Uncle Jiu actually had this kind of power, Uncle Jiu's image suddenly became much taller in their eyes.

"So, Master has a very high status in the sect?"

Wencai counted his fingers with a look of yearning, as if he had thought of something good.

In connection with the call, Shi Shaojian knew that Wencai must be dreaming without having to use his brain.

"Master is ranked second in their generation and is the only candidate who can take over as the next headmaster!"

Seeing that Qiu Sheng and Wencai were very interested in the things in Maoshan, especially Uncle Jiu's identity, Shi Shaojian did not keep them in suspense and said it directly.

"Headmaster?"

"Candidate?"

"So you are so powerful, Master?!"

When they first heard that Uncle Jiu had this identity, Qiu Sheng and Wencai were stunned.

Normally, they often heard about the power of Maoshan from Uncle Jiu, and their ears were perked up.The kind of cocoon.

The mysterious and great seed of Maoshan had long been planted in the hearts of the two. Now when they heard that Uncle Jiu was one of the candidates for such a powerful master, they felt a deep sense of pride.

This is their master!

But soon, Qiu Sheng and Wencai realized that being one of the candidates meant that Uncle Jiu had a competitor.

"Brother, which uncle is the opponent of that master?"

Qiu Sheng couldn't help but look at Shi Shaojian, he knew that Uncle Jiu would not tell.

"The other one is my master, your master uncle!"

After Shi Shaojian finished speaking, he ignored the shocked eyes of Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

Next, he followed Uncle Jiu and placed Ren Weiyong, who was covered with corpse-suppressing talismans, in the spare coffin in the morgue.

Uncle Jiu used the zombies in the morgue to set up a large corpse-suppressing formation, using the original zombies in the charity cemetery as a guide to absorb the corpse qi of Ren Weiyong, who had transformed into a hairy zombie.

"It's enough for now!"

"Just make it through the Zhongyuan Festival!"

This method is only a temporary solution, because Ren Weiyong's evolution into a flying zombie will only slow down, not stop.

Both Uncle Jiu and Shi Shaojian are very clear about this.

"Master, if it's too late, I will destroy Ren Weiyong's body!"

Shi Shaojian looked at Ren Weiyong who was gradually calming down, and suddenly looked at Uncle Jiu with a cautious face.

This time Uncle Jiu did not stop him and nodded gently.

If it's too late to save it, he will destroy Ren Weiyong without Shi Shaojian's help.

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Time passed, and seven days passed in a flash.

Zhongyuan Festival is here.

Soon the sun set in the west, and as the last trace of orange-red light disappeared, the night instantly became the mainstream.

Tonight's night is deeper than ever before!

The moonlight seemed to feel the tension, and it went into the dark night and disappeared completely.

This made the night even darker, and it was really pitch dark.

In the Yizhuang.

"Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, light up all the ghost lanterns!"

As the night fell, Uncle Jiu, who had been waiting for a long time, asked Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to light up all the ghost lanterns inside and outside the Yizhuang.

Boom boom boom!

As the gray-white lanterns lit up, the Yizhuang, which had been completely plunged into darkness, was bright again.

However, the lights of the ghost lanterns turned into a mixture of red and green under the increasingly powerful yin energy outside.

Under such colorful lights, the Yizhuang looked like a gloomy ghost house from a distance.

However, no one in the Yizhuang cared about these things at the moment.

The Zhongyuan Festival arrived, and as the gates of hell opened wide, the entire Renjia Town, which was originally slightly gloomy, became more and more gloomy.

"Here they come!"

Uncle Jiu's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and he looked at the increasingly blatant movement in the darkness outside the charity cemetery, and immediately warned in a deep voice.