Zombie Contract: After the doomsday crisis, the strongest zombie is born

Could it be…….

Is it really as the young man said?

Thinking in his heart, Uncle Jiu pushed open the lid of Old Master Ren's coffin.

""Master! The corpse of Old Master Ren has gained weight!"

Wencai looked into the coffin and screamed.

He saw that the originally dry corpse of Old Master Ren in the coffin had now become slightly swollen.

Looking at the nails on his index fingers, they were more than twice as long as they were at noon.

This is a definite sign of corpse transformation!

The corpse of Old Master Ren will definitely turn into a zombie that kills people and drinks blood in the near future.

"Cover it up!"

"Prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, and sword!"

Uncle Jiu stepped aside and gave the order.、

"What?"

Wencai and Qiusheng stood there in bewilderment.

""Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword!"

Uncle Jiu repeated it in a cold voice. He was almost mad at these two disappointing apprentices. Fortunately, they were quite efficient and prepared everything he wanted in a short time. The anger in his heart was temporarily suppressed.

Qiu Sheng grabbed the rooster and cut its neck with a knife.

The bright red chicken blood flowed slowly into the prepared bowl below.

Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction and said,"The rooster crows when the sun rises. The yang energy is the heaviest, and it is most effective in restraining the evil energy."

Then, Uncle Jiu took a steady horse stance, formed a spell with his right hand, and poked a finger into the rice bowl on the altar in front of him.

He picked up a grain of glutinous rice with his two fingers. His two fingers swept across the candlestick in front of him, and it instantly ignited a blazing flame.

He put the burning glutinous rice into the chicken blood bowl handed over by Qiu Sheng, and then poured the black ink prepared in advance into it.

Then the Eight Diagrams Qiankun Mirror covered the bowl and turned it upside down!

The ink mixed with chicken blood and glutinous rice seeped out and flowed onto the ink fountain that Uncle Jiu took out last.

"This inkstone is extremely masculine and is most effective against evil creatures like zombies."

"Take it! Tape it on the top of the coffin. Remember to tap every spot. Don't miss anything."

After giving the order, Uncle Jiu went back to his room to rest.

The funeral home became more gloomy than before because of the presence of Old Master Ren.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at each other and saw what was in each other's eyes.

Quickly finish tapping the ink line and leave the room.

After working for a while, the two hurriedly left.

Due to carelessness, they even forgot to use the ink line to tap the bottom of the coffin.…….

Mr. Ren followed the coffin-carrying team all the way until he safely sent Old Master Ren to the charity cemetery, and then he left with peace of mind.

As the sun set, the golden sunlight fell on this small town, which should be a beautiful picture.

But Mr. Ren inexplicably began to become uneasy.

He always felt that something bad was going to happen.

"Could it be that everything the fortune teller said would come true?"

"No! We have to ask Awei to bring all the men to keep watch tonight."

"If I had known, I would have asked Uncle Jiu to tell my fortune."

Master Ren walked towards home with random thoughts.

Before he knew it, he had reached the end of East Street.

In his sight, a figure in black was sitting quietly at a square table.

There was a flag erected beside him with two lines of big characters on it.

【Knowing everything in the universe】

【[The Yin-Yang Bagua tells the story of life and death]

Master Ren couldn't understand what these two lines of large characters written in small seal script meant.

But it didn't matter if he could recognize who the young man in front of him was.

He was the fortune teller who cursed his daughter for no reason.

With his handsome and elegant appearance and well-fitting clothes, he didn't look like those fortune tellers in long robes and with an immortal look.

Seeing it with his own eyes, Master Ren was even more certain that this so-called"fortune teller" in front of him was just a second-rate guy who was talking nonsense to attract his daughter's attention.

""Hmph!"

Master Ren snorted coldly in his heart.

Master Ren walked straight past the table without even looking at Luo Yuan.

""Don't you want to calculate life and death, fortune and disaster?"

Luo Yuan asked calmly.

He did not raise his head, his eyes were always on the ancient book of destiny.

Master Ren stretched his head and looked at it, and saw that the pages were all blank.

Humph, pretending!

Master Ren believed that Luo Yuan was just a fake fortune teller, and his face was full of contempt.

Just like that, Master Ren did not stay and left here directly.

He didn't know.

At the moment he left.

A few lines of fonts slowly emerged on the ancient book of destiny.

"Fate is unknown, died in a lonely star disaster"

""It's fate, it's destiny."

Luo Yuan said calmly.

He slowly closed the ancient book, and disappeared on the deserted street in the evening.

It was late at night.

The moon was high in the sky.

In the charity cemetery, Uncle Jiu and the other two had fallen asleep.

Suddenly, a strange noise woke Uncle Jiu up. He got up swiftly.

Worried, he went to the place where Old Master Ren's coffin was placed to check.

Everything seemed normal.

Uncle Jiu was uneasy and was about to open the coffin to check the condition of Old Master Ren's body directly.

But at this time, there was a sound of something falling to the ground from the other side.

Uncle Jiu ran over and found that it was just a shelf blown down by the wind.

He thought, maybe the strange noise before was also something blown down by the wind.

Looking at his apprentice Wencai who was sleeping like a pig in front of him, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but reveal a trace of kindness in his eyes.、

"Sleeping like a pig, this kind of person is most suitable for the Yizhuang."

Uncle Jiu shook his head and gently covered Wencai with the fallen quilt.

Sighing, Uncle Jiu went back to his room to rest.

The Yizhuang returned to its peaceful state.

However... a black sharp nail suddenly appeared under the coffin of Old Master Ren.

It was just dawn.

The sound of gongs woke up all the families in the town.

"Oh no! Oh no!"

"Something big has happened!"

The gong-beaters walked through the streets and alleys, shouting loudly.

It is human nature to like to join in the fun at any time.

What's more, it is not so easy to fall asleep again after being woken up by the noisy sound of the gong.

So, villagers from every household came out of their homes, wanting to see what had happened.

Soon, the news that the town's wealthy director was killed at home last night became known to everyone.

The grave of Old Master Ren was just moved yesterday, and today he was found dead at home.

The neighbors and the village were all discussing this incredible thing.

Some people said that Master Ren had violated a taboo, which caused the disaster.

Others said that it was because Old Master Ren did not want to move the grave, and he came back in anger and took Master Ren's life.

In short, There are all kinds of speculations.

I heard that Awei had invited Uncle Jiu to perform an autopsy.

Curious villagers all flocked to Ren's house.

People were crowded inside and outside, and those who didn't know the situation thought there was a wedding here.

Mr. Ren's cold body was casually placed in the hall, covered with only a white cloth.

Uncle Jiu opened it and took a look, his brows knitted together.

Mr. Ren's eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

Obviously, he suffered a great shock before he died.

The blood holes on his neck were particularly obvious, exactly the same as the marks left by zombies.

Uncle Jiu had an idea in his mind, but he didn't tell the cause of Mr. Ren's death immediately.

As a Taoist, he naturally knew that zombies were real creatures.