I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 371
The next morning.

Yizhuang Zhengtang.

A little girl in a white pleated skirt, with two braids on her head and airy bangs on her forehead, placed nine bowls of rice on the long table one by one, and then took nine sticks of rice from the altar. The long incense seat, lit and inserted into the hot rice, clapped his hands and said: "Brothers, dinner is ready!"

On both sides of the main hall, on the nine coffins on the left, five on the right, and four on the right, the coffin lids suddenly moved downwards. Nine pale faces, and zombies wearing official robes of the Qing Dynasty leaped out of them. Under the leadership, they came to their respective positions with uniform steps.

"Eat well, don't fight, don't grab food!" The little girl said seriously.

Nine white-faced fangs, the burly zombie nodded in a hurry like a baby in front of her.

"Dinner."

Following the little girl's order, the nine zombies picked up the rice bowls and quickly pulled the rice into their mouths with the wooden base under the burning incense.

"Do zombies need food too?" Zhang Ling, who had just come out with Qin Yao in the yard, asked in amazement.

Qin Yao looked carefully at the scene in the main room, and that strong sense of familiarity came to mind again...

Now he can be sure that this is indeed a "story", but it must not be a Hong Kong film.

In all likelihood, it was a local zombie movie in Baodao in the previous life!
Although he watched films in his previous life regardless of region, he mainly dabbled in old-fashioned Hong Kong films. This kind of Treasure Island zombie film left him with too little impression. film.

"There is no blood for them to eat, so we can only feed them incense." The third uncle, whose silver hair was combed back meticulously and wearing a white cardigan, walked slowly and said with a smile.

Seeing his attire, Qin Yao's heart moved: "Go out, third uncle."

"Yes, I made an appointment with the boss of Dafa Cotton Factory earlier, and I will show him Feng Shui today." The third uncle said kindly.

"Grandpa." Just as Qin Yao was thinking about the Dafa Cotton Factory in his mind, the little girl with a ponytail quickly ran over from the main hall.

"Fellow Daoist, let me introduce to you. This is my granddaughter Tiantian, who is already a sixth-level teacher at a young age." The third uncle touched the little loli's head, and said to Qin Yao braggingly.

"It's amazing, it's amazing..."

Qin Yao gave a thumbs up, admiring and recalling.

Suddenly, a plot appeared in my mind like a flash of light, connecting all the known information in series.

The mortician, the little zombie, Tian Tian, ​​the third uncle, the cotton factory...

Isn't this Nima a Phantom Taoist priest?
Based on the current plot progress, this should be the first part of the Phantom Taoist, the plot of Zombie Boy...

He couldn't remember whether there were 6 or 7 films in total, but he only remembered that this series seemed to be a classic of Taiwan's zombie films, and it was a momentary masterpiece used to compete with "Nine Uncles"!
"Mr. Qin, Ms. Zhang, are you in a hurry to leave?" The third uncle was praised to the point of itching, and the smile on his face suddenly became wider: "If you are not in a hurry, you can go to the teahouse with us to have some breakfast. The breakfast served by the teahouse is very authentic."

Qin Yao smiled slightly: "It suddenly occurred to me that we still have some things to do in the town, so we are not in a hurry to leave. Third Uncle, can you let us stay in Yizhuang for a few more days? Don't worry, we will continue to pay the rent that we should pay, on a daily basis The price of an ocean."

The third uncle was in a good mood, and he had a rent guarantee, so he immediately agreed: "Yes, yes, you can live as long as you want."

"Mama..."

Just as he was talking, the little zombie wearing an official robe and a flower feather jumped out of the rented room and shouted with a smile.

"Ah, so cute~" The moment Tian Tian saw the little zombie, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed.

"Ma Ma." Siqin raised his arms, jumped to Zhang Ling's side, opened his arms, and hugged the girl's thigh.

Zhang Ling leaned over to hug him and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry..." Siqin said.

"Third Uncle, are there any clothes for children in Yizhuang?" Zhang Ling looked up and said, "I want to give this little guy a bath, change his clothes, and take him to the street for dinner."

"There are clothes left over from my childhood, I'll get them." Before the third uncle could reply, little Lolita ran back to her room in a hurry.

"It seems that she really likes this little zombie." The third uncle laughed dumbly, and after joking, he pointed to a bamboo house in the yard and said, "That's the bathroom, you can take him there to wash."

lean less.

Inside the bamboo house.

In front of the steaming wooden barrel.

Siqin's goose-egg-sized hands tightly grabbed his clothes, and looked at the two beauties, one big and one small, in horror.

They actually wanted to watch him take a bath.

No, it's for him to take a bath!

"The water temperature is just right, why are you standing still, take off your clothes." Zhang Ling reached out and stirred the barrel, then turned her head and said.

"No."

"don't want……"

Siqin sat on the ground with his back tightly against the barrel, shaking his head frantically.

"Although you don't sweat, there is dust in the wind and rain. How can you do it without taking a bath?" Zhang Ling shook his head.

"I don't want it." Siqin insisted.

"If you don't take a bath, you can't follow us." Zhang Ling scowled.

"Dad~" Siqin called out loudly.

"Stop shouting, your father won't care about you." Zhang Ling said seriously.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Under her pressure, Siqin cried and obediently took off his clothes.

Seeing the small aggrieved look of being forced to do business, Tian Tian burst out laughing.

Children, lovely children, even if they cry out because of grievances, they will not be annoying, they will only cherish or amuse adults.

And amidst her laughter, the little zombie cried even harder, and the level of grievance gradually increased.

what.

I cry so sad, you still laugh?
Still laughing? ! ! !
After half an hour.

Zhang Ling took out the brand-new little zombie. When he saw Qin Yao who was playing chess with his third uncle in the yard, he couldn't hold back anymore and threw himself into his arms crying loudly.

Feeling the little guy's twitching in his arms, Qin Yao was stunned.

no……

Just take a shower, why are you so wronged?
After hesitating for a moment, he finally raised his hand, patted the little zombie on the back, and advised: "Okay, okay, don't cry, we can't take you to the street like you were before. Clean up and put on new clothes before going out to eat."

Hearing eating, the little guy's crying suddenly quieted down.

soon.

The group had breakfast at Yunlai Teahouse, Qin Yao settled the bill together, and the two parties parted ways outside the teahouse.

The third uncle was going to take Tian Tian to the Dafa Cotton Factory to see Feng Shui, while Qin Yao was going to take the girl to buy clothes on the street.

After all, a little boy can't always wear girls' clothes.

And still left.

In a blink of an eye.

One day passed.

In the evening, Qin Yao and his wife returned to Yizhuang, handed back the clothes that the little zombie had replaced to Tian Tian, ​​and asked with a smile, "How does Feng Shui look?"

"small issue."

Holding the clothes, Tiantian looked proud: "It's useless, master, I can solve it by myself."

"awesome."

Tian Tian chuckled, reached out to grab the little zombie's little hand: "Brother Qin, sister Zhang, I'll take Ah Qin to play."

"Let's go, let's go." Zhang Ling smiled like an aunt.

"Tian Tian, ​​we're here to play with you." After dinner, a fat man with glasses on the bridge of his nose pushed open the gate of Yi Zhuang, and three figures rushed in behind him.

"Watermelon rind, buck teeth, little black, little tiger." In the bedroom, Tian Tian pushed open the window and beckoned to the four of them.

The little zombie followed to the window and looked out curiously.

"Why is there still a man? Is my Tiantian impure?" the little fat man said while covering his heart.

"Did you play handjob so much that you can't see well?" Xiaohu slapped him on the back and sneered mockingly.

"That's right, that's right, there must be too much handjob, and you can't even tell the difference between a man and a child." The dark-cheeked boy said.

"I also want to go to Tiantian's room." Baoya looked longingly.

"Are you worthy?" the other three teenagers asked in unison.

Bucktooth: "..."

Tian Tian took the little zombie out of the room and introduced them to each other.

Teenagers aren't interested in little zombies, they're only interested in pretty little lolita.

The dog licking mode was quickly launched, and it was a series of sweet words to the little loli, doing everything possible to make the other party laugh.

At the age of first love, beauty is the biggest capital.

"You brats, you run here whenever you have time. Do you know that it costs money to talk about friends? If you don't work hard to make money, do you just talk about friends?" Hu's capable man strode into the yizhuang and shouted towards the yard.

"Shapigou." In the guest room, beside the window, Qin Yao murmured, looking intently at the person coming.

According to the plot, if there is no accident, this is the final boss in the first part.

"Shar-Pei? How can there be a Shar-Pei?" Zhang Ling approached him curiously.

Qin Yao laughed: "There is no Shar Pei dog, I am talking about Shar Pei Gou, Gou Fugui, the dog from Forget Me, a person's name."

Zhang Ling gazed at the black-bearded man in the yard, puzzled, "How can parents name their children this way?"

Qin Yao shook his head, turned around and went out: "I'll go say hello..."

Mu stared blankly at Qin Yao walking into the yard and walking towards the black-bearded man, Zhang Ling suddenly realized.

its not right.

For the past two days, she has been inseparable from Fang Fang, and she has never seen any interaction between him and this black-bearded man!

So, how did he know that his name was Shapigou?
"May I ask if your surname is Sha?" In the yard, Qin Yao slowly came to the black-bearded man and cupped his hands.

"This is Sha, may I ask your Excellency?" the black-bearded man replied.

"Miangui's surname is Qin, and the single character is Yao."

Qin Yao lowered his arms and said solemnly: "Mr. Sha, your seal hall is dark and covered with dark clouds, there may be disasters."

Shapigou: "..."

This kind of tone is very similar to a fortune teller in the market!
"Mr. Qin, I have no money." After a moment of silence, Shapigou smiled wryly.

"Do you think I want to cheat you of money?" Qin Yao raised his eyebrows, took out his space bag, took out a stack of thick bank notes, and patted them in his hands: "Do you want me to order some for you on the spot, how much is it? "

Shapigou was stunned, his eyes bouncing up and down following the stack of banknotes.

In name, he is the head of a circus troupe. In fact, his circus troupe counts only five people including him, and the remaining four are still children who need to be taken care of.

No one here understands the difficulties of life better than him, and no one desires money more than him.

For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​killing people and seizing money. It was not his conscience that finally made him dispel this idea, but the other party's burly body and strong oppressive force.

"You had the intention to kill me just now." Qin Yao suddenly stopped patting the palm of the bank note, and said in a deep voice.

"I didn't, I didn't dare." Shapigou denied it flatly, but he didn't dare to look at those eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Qin Yao put away the banknote and said calmly, "Okay, it's not important, the important thing is whether you believe me or not."

"If you don't believe him, it will probably end badly." Zhang Ling walked out of the room slowly.

"Who are you?" Shapigou asked anxiously.

"I'm a Feng Shui master..." Zhang Ling smiled slightly, and suddenly said, "I lost a lot of money today, right?"

Shapigou's heart trembled, and he lost his voice: "Can you even see this?"

Zhang Ling glanced at the bad ghost lying on Shapigou's back, and said, "Not only can I see that you lost money today, but you can also see that you have been losing money in the past week. The more you lose, the more you lose." The more I wanted to get it back, so the little money I earned through hard work was dedicated to the casino."

"Master!"

Before Qin Yao said that Yintang was black, Shapigou was calm, and even thought that the other party wanted to cheat money.

At this moment, after being hit by Zhang Ling who is sure to lose every bet, Shapigou broke his defense instantly and bowed deeply to Zhang Ling: "Master, please help me, as long as I can win back my capital."

Zhang Ling was speechless: "You are... hopeless!"

Life is at stake, so instead of asking how to save life first, ask how to win money first.

Zhang Ling was convinced.

Shapigou smiled resentfully, and said: "Death may be a relief for me, but poverty must be a torture for me... I'm really afraid of being poor!"

Zhang Ling said with a strange face: "So in your mind, getting rich depends on getting rich overnight?"

Shapigou was speechless.

Qin Yao took out an evil spirit talisman and a dead body talisman from the space bag, and handed them to Shapigou: "God has the virtue of good life, so good will have good results, and evil will be rewarded with evil. If we meet by fate, we will never be able to meet each other." I just want to watch you die. Put these two talismans away, and avoid walking at night in the future, maybe you can escape..."

He didn't say anything more.

If you can't escape, like in the original book, and become a vampire zombie, then there is only one dead end.

Two days later.

Qin Yao, Zhang Ling, and the third uncle were sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, testifying to each other what they had learned. The four young men rushed in suddenly, knelt down outside the pavilion with a plop, and said in unison, "Third uncle, please help me!" Please save our master!"

(End of this chapter)