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"Am I right?" Ninth Uncle walked to Master Ren with a smile.

"Yes, the person who looked at Feng Shui said.... If the ancestors are buried vertically, it will be great to enter later." Master Ren thought for a while and said.

"What's wrong with that?" Ninth Uncle asked.

"This..." Master Ren shook his head, with a wry smile on his face, and walked forward: "In the past 20 years, our Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse. I don't know why?"

"I see that Mr. Feng Shui has a grudge against your Ren family!" Uncle Jiu followed Master Ren and said as he walked.

"Have a grudge?" Master Ren wondered.

"Did the old man have any holiday with him in front of him?"

"This piece of land was originally owned by a feng shui master. My late father knew it was a good place, so he bought it with money."

"It's just a lure, is there any coercion?"

"Hey...hehe..." Master Ren smiled awkwardly.

Seeing how Master Ren was hesitating to speak, Uncle Ninth probably guessed: "I think it must be coercion, otherwise he will never harm you, and he wants you to cover the whole dragonfly with cement." Go to the excavated tomb.

"So, what should be done?" Master Ren followed behind.

"It should be covered with snowflakes. That's called a dragonfly touching the water. The head of the coffin can't touch the water. How can it be called a dragonfly touching the water?" Ninth Uncle pointed to the excavated soil, and said, "He still has a conscience, and asks you to start in twenty years. The relocation of the coffin will harm you for half your life, but not your whole life. It will harm your generation, but it will not harm your eighteenth generation."

After listening to Ninth Uncle's words, Master Ren had a heavy expression on his face.

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"Saw."

From below the cemetery, there were shouts.

Everyone who was on the periphery gathered around one after another.

Qi Roger, who had been prepared for a long time, was carried by several people and placed above the excavated tomb.

Four men in white clothes lowered the ropes on the landing gear and fastened one end of the unearthed coffin.

The coffin is really upright.

The rope was tied with a dead knot, and then the middle of the rope was hooked with an iron hook, and then everyone began to exert force together, pulling the coffin hard.

"hey-hey...."

The sound of shouting and shouting was endless, and the coffin buried deep in the soil was gradually pulled out by everyone as everyone continued to contribute.

When the coffin began to be completely unearthed and hung in the air, the two men who had been prepared for a long time immediately wrapped the looped rope from below.

At the lower end of the coffin, tie it tightly and wrap it.

Everyone helped, and the coffin was quickly placed on the ground.

Two of them held the brackets on the other side of the coffin, and the lifting of the coffin was finally completed.

......

"Send the rope, pull up the nails!" After that, Uncle Ninth turned around and looked at everyone.

"Everyone, today is Duke Ren Weiyong seeing the sun again. Anyone who is thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-five, and forty-eight, and belongs to the rooster or ox year, should turn around and avoid them."

After a few seconds.

"After the avoidance, everyone tidy up their clothes and open the hall!"

The four people who lifted the nails are planning to open the museum.

"Quack quack quack..."

"Quack quack quack..."

Before the coffin was opened, in the woods not far away, a group of crows suddenly flew out of the woods and screeched in the sky above the woods.

Crows chirping, not a good sign.

Ninth Uncle's face was on the side, he slowly stepped forward, and everyone followed closely behind.

At this point, the coffin had been pushed open.

Wu Qizhe lowered his head and looked into the coffin. The black air lingering inside the coffin was constantly leaking out. A middle-aged man in a Qing Dynasty official uniform was lying inside.

Compared with the face that had hardly changed before the burial, twenty years later, the body was stiff,

But there is no sign of corruption at all.

Corpses...there is a problem!

The man dressed in the Qing Dynasty service, the body has not changed for 20 years, there is no doubt that such a strange phenomenon is definitely not a good thing!

Looking at the person lying in the coffin, Wu Qizhe knew that Mr. Ren was his biggest threat in the world of Mr. Zombie. The corpse in front of him was obviously not far from turning into a zombie.

Wu Qizhe had seen the movie so he knew it clearly, but Uncle Jiu frowned. Naturally, he also had a judgment based on his past experience and the Maoshan technique he had learned.

"father."

"grandfather."

Master Ren and Ren Tingting fell to their knees.

"You alarmed the old man, the child is really unfilial." Master Ren said with a cry.

Compared to Wu Qizhe who saw the appearance of Mr. Ren, he thought of zombies, but Ren Fa thought that it was the appearance of his father before his death. It has been 20 years, and there has been no change.

The touch in my heart is unimaginable by others.

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"Ninth Uncle, can this tomb still be used?" After sorting out his mood, Master Ren got up and asked.

"The dragonfly touches the water, touch it little by little, and it will definitely not touch the same position again. This hole is useless." Ninth Uncle said.

"Then what should I do?" Master Ren looked anxious.

"I propose to be cremated on the spot." Jiu Shu said with a serious expression.

"Cremation? No! The most feared thing in front of my father is fire, I can't do this!" Like the plot of the movie, Master Ren immediately refused.

"Master Ren, if you don't cremate, you will be in trouble." Ninth Uncle said unequivocally.

"Anything will do, but it can't be cremated. You can think of other ways." Master Ren's stubborn thoughts at the moment, no one can persuade him.

"Well..." Ninth Uncle pondered for a while: "Okay, then temporarily store it in our Yizhuang, and tomorrow I will help the old man find another tomb so that he can rest in peace." Seeing that Master Ren insisted so, Jiu Shu also Just make another plan.

"Okay, close the lid of the coffin and carry it into the Yizhuang." Before Mr. Ren could speak, Awei had already shouted and ordered directly.

The security captain has been in the position for a long time, and it seems that he is used to ordering others.

"Master Ren, please come back first."

"Well." Master Ren responded and sat on the stretcher human chair.

"Brother Wu, let's go back together." Ren Tingting stepped forward and took Wu Qizhe's arm.

Awei, who was on the side, looked at the close two with jealousy again.

"Tingting, go back first, I'll see if Uncle Jiu needs my help." He patted the back of Ren Tingting's pink hand.

"Okay, I'll go first, you remember to come back early." Ren Tingting said reluctantly, let go of Wu Qizhe's arm, turned around and followed Mr. Ren and the others.

Watching Ren Tingting leave, Wu Qizhe walked up to Ninth Uncle and said with a smile, "Ninth Uncle, do you need any help?"

"Aren't you afraid of this kind of place? There are graves everywhere." Jiu Shu smiled.

"A big man, how can you be afraid of these things." Wu Qizhe said disapprovingly.

Ninth Uncle had a smile on his face. It was good to be interested, but he was afraid that he was not interested in this aspect at all. Wu Qizhe had not come to Yizhuang to look for him in the past three days, so he couldn't stop sighing.

He has always thought that the young man in front of him is a good seedling to practice Mao Shanshu, with a strong physique and aura between his eyebrows.

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