I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 370 I don't have your son

"The corpse?"

A look of curiosity appeared on Zhang Ling's face, and he followed the prestige.

When she was in Longhu Mountain, she heard a brother who liked to study "witch" culture say: "Camping corpses originated in western Hunan. At the earliest time, it was essentially sending dead foreigners back to their roots."

One day, Yinggou, one of the four ancestors of zombies, established a zombie kingdom in Huangquan Minghai, and offered generous rewards to recruit zombies and buy corpses, thus giving birth to the business of exorcising corpses all over the world.

At the beginning, except for the corpse exorcisers in western Hunan, all the corpse exorcisers in other places searched for zombies scattered in the wilderness without descendants and sent them to the underworld.

And with the continuous development of business, they sometimes take on some tasks of "returning fallen leaves to their roots", and gradually formed the scale of today...

A large-scale industry will naturally attract a large number of speculators.

They are like the lamps of the industry, trampling on the perfect system. Under the trend of huge profits, countless corpse hunters with weak bottom lines transport corpses at all costs.

Digging people's ancestral graves, training corpses, etc., can do such wicked or cruel things...

Later, it is said that a big boss in the Fengdu system went crazy and single-handedly reduced the purchase amount set by Yinggou, so that the harvest of driving corpses to the underworld was far lower than the deduction of evil deeds. kind of collapse.

Everyone in the world is happy, all for Lilai.

All the people in the world are hustle and bustle for profit.

Containing the source of interests is [-] times more effective than repeated orders or even the promulgation of laws and regulations...

Zhang Ling heard that senior brother said a lot about the culture of exorcising corpses, but after going down the mountain, he never encountered it once, and unexpectedly encountered it here.

"Both of you, please give way. Yin people are on their way, and living people give way." The Taoist in a bright yellow Taoist robe, wearing a black square scarf cap, holding a bell in his left hand, and a wine pot in his right, swayed to them and spoke loudly. Said: "The dead are the greatest, please understand."

"Dad~"

Qin Yao grabbed Zhang Ling's wrist, and just retreated to the side, a clear and tender voice suddenly sounded from the tail of the zombies, and the three of them froze for a while, hearing the prestige.

"Little zombie, it's you again!!"

The mortician was the first to react. Looking at the small figure not far away, he quickly tied the wine gourd around his waist, pulled out his peach-wood sword, and rushed over aggressively.

This guy followed him for more than a hundred kilometers, and would jump out to find his father from time to time.

No matter what he said, no matter how he explained, the other party was like a tendon, biting him tightly, and annoyed him almost to death.

"Whoosh."

The mortician was very fast, and the little zombie was even faster. The little figure turned into an afterimage in an instant, bypassed the mortalist, and came to Qin Yao at a very high speed. He raised his head and shouted, "Dad~"

Qin Yao: "???"

Zhang Ling: "???"

At this moment, the mortician breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Qin Yao with gratitude.

Nice guy.

Savior.

This slippery little bastard finally shifted his target...

For a while, the mortician had a sore nose and tears in his eyes!

"Dad, hug."

Standing in front of Qin Yao, the little zombie with round cheeks jumped up and down and opened his arms to Qin Yao.

Qin Yao's cheeks twitched: "Stop yelling, I don't know you at all!"

The request was not met, and the little zombie was not angry. He jumped on his short legs and rushed towards Qin Yao's thigh: "Daddy, give me a hug..."

Qin Yao raised his right hand, pressed his palm firmly against the little zombie's head, and looked up at the exorcist: "Fellow Daoist, what's the situation with him?"

The mortician shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, to be honest, I don't know what's going on with him.

A few days ago, when I was passing by a deep mountain, this bastard... kid suddenly appeared, chasing after my client and calling him Dad.

At that time, the corpse-suppressing talisman failed to control the few clients like me. If my blood-spiriting talisman hadn't worked at the critical moment, it would have been a catastrophe in an instant.

From then on, this kid followed us like a gangrene, following us wherever we went.

Persuasion, persuasion doesn't work; hitting, hitting doesn't work, but it makes me sick to death. "

Qin Yao: "..."

This plot seems a bit familiar.

It's a pity that I can't remember which story it came from for a while!
"Little guy, can you understand me?" Shaoyan, Qin Yao looked down at the little zombie.

I thought the little zombies in the Yizhuang were small enough, but the one in front of me was even smaller than that one, at most four or five years old.

The little zombie nodded, took a step back, and tried to raise his head to look at Qin Yao's face, his eyes full of admiration.

Even if Qin Yao's heart was as firm as iron, he couldn't bear this kind of gaze, so he said cruelly, "Why do you call me Dad?"

"Because you are my father." The little zombie looked innocent.

"I'm not." Qin Yao said seriously.

"You are." The little zombie was more serious and serious.

The mortician looked at Qin Yao with pity, and at this moment he had already foreseen the miserable life of the other party in the future...

Being haunted by ghosts is scary.

Being entangled by zombies is also scary!

Although this little zombie looks a little cute, and it doesn't look like it's lethal...

"What is your father like?" Qin Yao let out a long breath and asked patiently.

"Tall and mighty." The little zombie said.

Qin Yao: "..."

what?
So, all the tall and mighty people are your father?
"What about other than that?"

"Very powerful." The little zombie said again.

Qin Yao had a headache and said, "The focus is on appearance, I mean what does he look like?"

"Exactly like you."

Qin Yao: "..."

God is exactly the same!
"Fellow Daoist, you father and son chat first, and I'll continue on my way." The mortician pinched his thigh secretly, and then he suppressed his laughter, and waved his hand and said.

Qin Yao's heart moved, he pointed to the little zombie in the opposite direction and said, "You came after him, not me. Take a closer look and see who is your father."

The mortician: "..."

Gan!
I take you as a fellow Taoist, but you take me as a scapegoat!
flash, flash...

Thinking of this, the mortician hurriedly shook the bell in his hand and led the zombies around the road.

At this time, don't worry about the dead, the living give way.

It is only reasonable to quickly get rid of the big trouble of the little zombie.

"Hey, buddy, don't go, you brought this trouble, you have to help solve it!" Qin Yao shouted at his back.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the Taoist walked faster, as if driving three times faster, and he was gone in a blink of an eye.

"Daddy, give me a hug." At this moment, the little zombie jumped up again on his short legs, looking at Qin Yao eagerly.

"Let's go." Qin Yao ignored him and turned to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling pursed her lips, looked at the cute little zombie reluctantly, squatted down in a strange way, and said softly, "Shout Ma Ma."

"Ma Ma." The little zombie shouted obediently.

Qin Yao: "..."

Miss, what are you doing? ? ?
"good."

When the cuteness reaches a certain level, the attraction to women is simply fatal.

At this moment, Zhang Ling's heart was about to melt when he heard this cute little guy calling him numb. He pulled him in front of him and said while kneading his chubby little face.

Qin Yao really couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "Ah Ling, stop playing."

"I didn't play." Zhang Ling shook his head, a glint of hope appeared in his eyes: "Mr. Qin, don't you think he is cute?"

Qin Yao: "Yes, he is very cute, then what?"

"Let's take him first..." Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment, but he didn't say the words 'let's adopt him'.

Qin Yao said calmly: "Be more sensible, we are not going out to play, we can take a child with us."

Zhang Ling is very clear-headed, and knows that her request is irrational, but there is a kind of magical power in the eyes, which makes people want to stop: "Mr. Qin, I beg you, I will not let him hold us back."

Qin Yao: "..."

I've seen ghosts obsessed, but this is the first time I've seen corpses obsessed!

"Father..." The little zombie seemed to know the current situation, and followed Zhang Ling to look at Qin Yao eagerly.

Qin Yao was silent for a moment, then stretched out three fingers: "You can take him with you, but you must have three chapters."

"Tell me." Zhang Ling said.

"First, he can't call me daddy." Qin Yao pointed to the little zombie.

The little zombie paused for a moment, hesitated, and called softly, "Father?"

Qin Yao: "..."

"puff!"

Zhang Ling really couldn't hold back, burst into laughter on the spot, and then waved his hands again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The corner of Qin Yao's mouth twitched, and he stared at the little zombie and said, "You can't call me dad, and you can't call me dad either. You can call Mr. Qin, or brother Qin."

Little Zombie: "???"

It doesn't understand either.

Why did Dad suddenly become an older brother?

"It's just a title, it doesn't matter what you call it." Zhang Ling whispered to the little zombie.

The little zombie seemed to understand, but fortunately, he was able to recognize the situation and said, "Brother Qin."

Qin Yao nodded in satisfaction, and raised his second finger: "Second, we... no, to be precise, it should be me. I will not care about any of your needs, and you have no right to make any demands on me."

"Okay." The little zombie said.

"Thirdly, I have no obligation to save you. If you insist on following us, once you encounter any danger, you can only ask for blessings, understand?" Qin Yao said in a serious voice.

"I understand." The little zombie didn't understand, but this didn't prevent him from agreeing first.

Qin Yao: "It's good to understand... Ah Ling, you left him behind, and I will leave it to you to discipline him."

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, I will take good care of him and not let him cause trouble for us!" Zhang Ling said quickly.

Qin Yao nodded slightly, looked up at the night sky: "Let's go, let's continue to find a place to live..."

Zhang Ling took the initiative to hold the little zombie's hand, followed him step by step, and asked softly, "Little zombie, do you have a name?"

The little zombie shook his head.

"Mama give you a name, okay?"

"Okay, okay." The little zombie jumped happily.

Zhang Ling raised his head and glanced at the "baby's father" in front of him, and said with a smile: "You have a round face, why don't you just call it Gungun? Qin Gungun..."

Qin Yao paused, turned his eyes and said, "I don't think so!"

"Why not?" Zhang Ling was surprised.

"How can his surname be Qin?" Qin Yao said seriously.

Zhang Ling laughed dumbly: "What you said, why can't his surname be Qin?"

Qin Yao shook his head: "Stop making trouble, this name is not good, it is easy to cause misunderstanding."

Zhang Ling was silent for a moment, then raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then it's called Siqin, Thinking Thinking, Diligent Diligence, and this name reminds him to think often and work hard."

Qin Yao: "..."

He felt that the name was not simple, but the other party had made it very clear from the beginning that Qin was hardworking Qin, not Qin Yao's Qin.

He has no reason to dispute this.

"Siqin, starting from today, you have a name, are you happy?" Seeing that he was speechless, Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes slowly and said with a smile.

"Happy, thank you Mama." Siqin said obediently.

"My son is so good." Zhang Ling praised.

Qin Yao: "..."

what the hell~
Does your relationship progress without a process? !

After a long time.

The two of them trekking all the way froze and finally saw a glimmer of light in the darkness. Driven by Qin Yao, they quickly quickened their pace and came to Zhuangzi with two red lanterns hanging in front of the door.

"It's Yizhuang!" Zhang Ling looked up at the dusty plaque and said in a low voice.

Qin Yao has lived in Yizhuang for several years, and he doesn't shy away from it: "I'll knock on the door and ask if I can stay here tonight."

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong dong."

Inside Yizhuang, in a brightly lit room...

The silver-haired old man who was sleeping in his clothes suddenly sat up, picked up a coat on the wooden shelf beside the bed, put it on, and pulled on his cloth shoes, strode out of the room, and came straight to the gate of the villa.

"who?"

"Hello, old man, we are pedestrians passing by here, and seeing that it is getting late, we want to spend the night in Yizhuang, is it convenient?" Qin Yao asked.

Hearing his angry voice and sensing the breath of a living person outside the door, the old man hesitated for a while before pulling out the latch and opening the wooden door, only to see a little zombie when he looked up.

"Why did you bring a zombie here?" the old man asked in surprise.

"We met this little zombie halfway, and he insisted on following us, so we had no choice but to let him go." Qin Yao explained.

The old man was obviously not afraid of zombies. After thinking about it, he turned sideways: "Come in, I'll arrange a place for you to live in."

Shortly after.

The old man led them into a side room and said: "There is only one clean room in Yizhuang, you can make do with it. The hut is in the southeast corner, remember, don't go to the main hall when you wake up at night."

"Thank you, old man." Qin Yao arched his hands, and immediately took out a piece of ocean from his pocket, and handed it to the old man: "This will be our accommodation expenses for tonight."

"I can't do it, I can't do it." The old man repeatedly refused: "How can I collect money for the convenience of others?"

Qin Yao shook his head and forced Dayang into the old man's hand: "It's a sin to disturb people's dreams. If we live in your place for nothing, we will be even more sorry. You take the money, it's for our peace of mind."

Seeing that he couldn't evade, the old man held the silver dollar, and a smile gradually appeared on his face: "I'm the third in the family, and people outside call me third uncle. I don't know what to call you?"

(End of this chapter)