Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

Chapter 50

For these ghosts, the shady job of printing money is a gold mine, an important source of oil and water.

It's normal to go to Yizhuang if you don't have money.

But the ghost messengers below all know that Maoshan Linjiu in Renjia Town is very stingy. Every time he sees ghost messengers visit Yizhuang, he treats each other with courtesy and makes friends with tea.

But they never do some unhealthy things, which makes the ghost messengers in these responsible towns very poor.

Usually, I can only find excuses and ask Uncle Jiu for some pocket money.

However, the rewards were very little, even in exchange for uncle Jiu's contempt.

In the hearts of these ghost messengers, they had a lot of opinions on Uncle Jiu's dishonesty.

Now that I have met these two cheating apprentices, it is not easy to make use of them, how can I make my wallet full.

Otherwise, how can the following inflation be dealt with by relying on dead wages alone?
You know, a luxurious paper villa next to Huangquan is very expensive!
In the neighboring town to the east of Renjia Town, an old man and a young man walked in with different expressions. They didn't respond when they saw the empty street. They found an inn and walked in.

"Father, tonight is the fourteenth day of July, are we going to cast spells and sacrifice here?"

"No need, you have a good rest. You still have to be honest later, and do what you want to do, and don't be caught by your hands and feet."

"I'll take care of things, don't worry, Dad!"

"Hmph, that would be the best!"

Shi Jian looked coldly at Shi Shaojian, who was not in a good mood, and then closed the doors and windows tightly after telling him. As for what would happen, he didn't want to care about it anymore.

After setting up some restrictions in the room, he fell asleep directly. He had completely broken with Uncle Jiu, and he had to be more careful around other people's dojos.

At this time, Uncle Jiu had just rushed back to Yizhuang.

Walking to the table, he poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and took a breath before thinking about checking the situation inside the house.

"Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng!"

After shouting a few times inside the house, there was no response.

Uncle Jiu walked to the practice room, looked at the 5000 tael banknotes that had already been printed, and remembered that today is July [-]th.

You have to write a notice from the underworld and burn it down, otherwise these ghost notes will not be recognized by the bottom, and they will be printed for nothing.

Sitting on the seat on the second floor, Uncle Jiu tidied up his clothes, then picked up a brush, and carefully wrote a line of words on the blank of the Ming note master.

"The chief sealer of the franchise will use the signature as evidence to identify it. If there is a forgery, it will be thrown into the eighteenth hell and will never be reborn. Take this as a warning to imitate others."

"Hell's Destiny: Lin"

After writing this, Uncle Jiu suddenly put down his brush and patted his forehead.

"Oh, won't Wen Cai go to the theater?"

Uncle Jiu knew that this silly apprentice loved to listen to operas, but now he couldn't find anyone, so when he thought about it, he began to worry.

"Today's show is for ghosts!"

After writing down his name in a hurry, Uncle Jiu went downstairs and counted 49 and [-] samples of Ming banknotes, and burned them together with the notice from the underworld.

Then he walked into the kitchen, casually ate a few mouthfuls of the food left by Wen Cai, and ran towards the theater in Renjia Town anxiously.

At this time, Uncle Jiu was physically and mentally exhausted, and his mana could not recover even one level.

Even for a powerful fourth-rank Taoist, his speed is only slightly faster than ordinary people.

When he rushed to the theater, he saw the empty stage, and his heart sank.

Half an hour ago, there was a female ghost that fell from the sky in the theater, completely fascinated Qiusheng and Wencai, and the two of them were chatting happily together.

Seeing Wencai and Qiusheng being bewildered by the evil ghost Xiaoli, Ren Mu immediately shook his head.

The rest of the story is the same as the original plot. Bewitched by the female ghost Xiaoli, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai completely lost themselves in a few words.

Walking with his back behind his back, he boldly walked towards the four ghost messengers standing behind.

However, when they were about to make a move to deal with the four ghost messengers, Ren Mu started to make a move.

The corpse energy in the body circulated rapidly, forming a gust of wind, which quickly blew towards Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

"Wow, where is the wind coming from, why is it so cold!"

"Qiu Sheng, let's run, this place is full of ghosts!"

Under Ren Mu's dark wind, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng came to their senses one after another.

When Wen Cai saw that there were some pale and lifeless lonely ghosts around him, he was frightened and croaked.

Under the fear, a huge force was born in the body, pulling Qiusheng towards the door.

Ren Mu watched the two live treasures run away with his help, away from the muddy water, with a flat smile on his face.

"Hmph, spoil our good deeds!"

However, here, none of the ghosts thought that Wencai and Qiusheng ran out unharmed, and a cold and stern voice came from their ears.

Seeing this, Ren Mu also quickly unleashed the Yin Lei Emperor Corpse Fist, blasting towards the four ghost guards behind.

"boom!"

With the power of a punch, thunder exploded.

The four ghost messengers were startled when they saw Ren Mu rushing out of nowhere.

They all felt the thunder light shining faintly on Ren Mu's fist, with a very serious expression on his face.

"The thunder spell is really powerful. The four of us have the same mind and ghost power, so we can fight together!"

But they are all ghost messengers of the spokesperson of the Yin Division, and they are used to living in the world.

Even if they saw Yin Lei, which could restrain all ghosts, they would not be frightened by Ren Mu's Yin Lei Emperor Corpse Fist, and they used the strongest moves one after another.

"boom!"

In an instant, Ren Mu's fist was shining with thunder, and after attacking the mourning sticks of the four ghost messengers, a large amount of dark thunder condensed inside suddenly exploded.

A loud noise resounded around the entire theater, scaring away countless creatures.

The four ghost messengers did not expect that there would be such a huge thunder on Ren Mu's fist, and the powerful magic weapon in his hand, the soul stick, which represented the Yin division, was all destroyed.

And they were also blown backwards by the punch, and fell to the ground, and the ghost body became weaker in an instant.

This battle was so earth-shattering that it directly shook the entire theater three times, and more than half of the bamboo roof collapsed.

Those who were singing on the stage were immediately taken aback by the sudden loud noise, and ran away without armor or armor.

"Jig cuckoo!"

"How many monuments!"

There was a lot of nonsense, even if Ren Mu was a zombie, he couldn't understand the conversation between the four ghosts who were blown away by his punch.

However, I also guessed that he was asking who he was?

Why attack them!

"Stay still and don't move, or you will be beaten out of your wits!"

Ren Mu looked coldly at the four ghost messengers whose ghost bodies were a little weak. Their actions had already confirmed the conspiracy of running ghosts in the theater.

Sure enough, Ren Mu's strength made the four ghosts not dare to have any bad thoughts in their hearts, and they stood up with difficulty.

Then they supported each other, with a painful expression on their faces, but they still respectfully bowed to Ren Mu a few times, and continued to speak incomprehensible nonsense.

　No delays this week.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)