Uncle Nine: Start the coffin shop and kill ghosts

Chapter 210 Research on Zombies

"After you travel for a year and write a report to the head, you can be named an outer elder!"

Lin Jiu patted Chen Tian on the shoulder and explained to him carefully.

"This report is mainly to assess character and allow Maoshan disciples to see the sufferings of the world. As long as they have not done anything treacherous or evil, the report will be passed!"

"Elder Su, I look forward to seeing you in the Maoshan Sect in a year's time!"

Chen Tian nodded and agreed: "Okay!"

Soon, Chen Tian packed up his salutes, said goodbye to everyone, and rushed to western Hunan.

This is because he remembered that there was an uncle in Maoshan in western Hunan, named Zhuge Kongping, the 18th generation descendant of Zhuge Liang.

He is proficient in astronomy and geography. He also likes to make inventions and is constantly researching new ways to catch ghosts.

Chen Tian can definitely go to his uncle's place to get a batch of new equipment!
At this time, Xiangxi, Zhuge's home.

Zhuge Kongping is taking pictures. He is sitting in the middle of the chair, and his beloved wife Wang Hui is sitting on the left.

A pair of children stood on his left and right sides.

There was an old man with only a strand of hair standing behind, holding a bright red umbrella.

"Everyone smile! One, two, three!"

The photographer shouted to them and got into a black box, but it was the most fashionable Western photography in the Republic of China.

Everyone was already sitting so stiff that they immediately showed bright smiles.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and the camera burst out with a burst of bright light, photographing everyone.

"ok!"

The photographer made a gesture and shouted to everyone.

Suddenly, Zhuge Kongping and Wang Hui slumped down and started moving.

This photography session took too long, and they couldn't even move. Their legs were numb from sitting there!
Everyone dispersed, leaving only an old man wearing a blue coat and holding a red umbrella behind them.

When the photo was developed, the old man was nowhere to be seen, only a red umbrella was seen suspended in mid-air.

In the early morning, Zhuge Xiaoming was cleaning the house and saw various masks on the shelves.

Zhuge Xiaoming put on a mask and played with a feather duster, looking depressed.

"Mom is so troublesome, letting others do menial work all day long!"

"Where does there come from so much dust? It would be great if there was no dust in the world!"

Zhuge Kongping came over carrying a hollow rectangular wooden box and got on the homemade elevator with pulleys.

The elevator stopped at the second floor. He heard Zhuge Xiaoming's complaints and couldn't help but give him a lesson.

"It would be great if there were no lazy people like you in the world!"

Zhuge Xiaoming waved his feather duster and was still arguing:
"I just work and don't forget to have fun!"

"Dad, what's the show today?"

Zhuge Kongping put down the wooden box and glanced at his son.

"Have you wiped it clean?"

Zhuge Xiaoming lowered his head and answered honestly: "No."

"Then why don't you go quickly?"

Zhuge Kongping drove him to clean the house and couldn't help but give him instructions.

"Let's have fun, don't mess around with the zombies!"

He took out an anti-evil pill from the jar with a smile on his face, threw it into Zhuge Xiaoming's mouth, and took a bite himself.

"Especially the zombie sleeping here. He was the number one warrior in the Qing Dynasty and the number one commander-in-chief of the Eight Banners Army!"

"Besides, it's still a child's corpse, very precious!"

"oh oh!"

Zhuge Xiaoming responded repeatedly and listened absently.

"Don't go soon!"

Zhuge Kongping glared at him.

Zhuge Xiaoming immediately stepped on the pulley and pushed it onto the shelf beside it.

He held a cleaning charm and waved it in the air, complaining:
"I have to clean all day long, but I can't survive! What to clean?"

He got bored and started playing with the zombies, poking their faces and inserting eyes.

He saw a zombie staring at him with dead eyes, and when he poked his eyes in, his eyeballs actually fell off.

"oops!"

Zhuge Xiaoming was about to pick it up, but his eyeball actually bounced into Zhuge Kongping's bowl.

Oops! Dad will beat him if he finds out!
He sneaked over and was about to touch back his eyeballs, but was hit by Zhuge Kongping.

"I just know that I am lazy and sneaky!
Zhuge Xiaoming lowered his head and did not dare to answer.

"Give you!"

Zhuge Kongping didn't even look at it. He picked up the eyeball and handed it to Zhuge Xiaoming.

Zhuge Xiaoming immediately laughed and prepared to get it.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Kongping gave him a straight look.

"What a beautiful thought!"

Zhuge Xiaoming lowered his head guiltily and did not dare to speak.

"Your father and I relied on our amazing courage and superhuman self-knowledge to invent this human corpse psychic shield!"

"If the experiment is successful, human intelligence can be used to control the zombies' actions!"

Zhuge Kongping opened a small iron prison and walked inside. It was connected to complex iron pipes and an iron cage.

He proudly showed off:
"Am I great, your father?"

Zhuge Xiaoming looked around, full of curiosity, and said in agreement:
"Yes, it's great!"

"What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and move the sleeping zombie over here!
Zhuge Kongping turned around and glared at him, urging.

After hearing this, Zhuge Xiaoming immediately felt guilty.

He just took out the zombie's eyeballs. He would be in trouble if his father found out!
So he talked a lot of nonsense.

"Oh, zombies are useless without corpse energy, but sleeping zombies are different. Although they don't have corpse energy, they can become very useful zombies. I remember!"

Zhuge Kongping tried to beat him, so he immediately ran over to move the zombies.

I saw Zhuge Kongping locking the lively pigeons in an iron cage, pulling down an iron cover from above, and pressing it into the cage containing the pigeons.

Zhuge Xiaoping moved the sleeping zombie over and placed it in another cage.

Zhuge Kongping pressed the button of a machine to receive sunlight from the roof and collect Yang energy.

He turned on a machine and prepared to start experiments.

"Hey, Dad, what kind of symbol is this?"

Zhuge Xiaoming asked in surprise.

Zhuge Kongping stroked the machine with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

"It's the symbol of the Thunderbolt Yin-Yang Spirit Device!"

"Our eighteenth generation ancestor Zhuge Kongming invented it a long time ago, but it's a pity that no one has carried it forward!"

Zhuge Xiaoming nodded and reached out to touch the cold iron bump.

"That's it."

"Electricity!"

Zhuge Kongping adjusted the machine and pressed the button.

"Our human corpse psychic shield depends entirely on this machine!"

Zhuge Xiaoping rolled his eyes.

"Dad, isn't this just nonsense?"

"Yes, both science and superstition started with nonsense!"

"However, science is bold in making assumptions and careful verification. Therefore, science is constantly making progress!"

Zhuge Kongping was knowledgeable and spoke philosophical words.

"And superstition means sticking to the rules and sticking to the rules! This is why people in the phantom world are looked down upon!"

Zhuge Xiaoming looked thoughtful.

"I spent a lot of money to get this generator from a foreigner from abroad!"

Zhuge Kongping turned the handle to let the current flow throughout the machine.

This machine penetrates the roof beams, is connected with iron pipes, and extends outside the eaves.

As the handle turns, electric current passes between the white pigeon and the sleeping zombie.

The pigeon flapped its wings and the zombie twitched its nose, as if it was about to wake up.

"Xiao Ming, look at the zombie's reaction!"

Zhuge Kongping was overjoyed and turned the hand wheel so that it flew up.

However, disappointingly, the zombie stopped again and became motionless.

"Dad, the zombies are not moving again!"

Zhuge Xiaoming was also disappointed. He turned his eyes and suggested.

"A mouse is so small and has no thinking ability, why not try it on someone else!"

Zhuge Kongping nodded, thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I think so too!"

Zhuge Xiaoming became excited.

"when?"

"Now!"

"Now? Okay! Okay! Who are you looking for?" "Kong Ping's son!'

"Then he's in trouble!
Zhuge Xiaoming was gloating about his misfortune, but suddenly he remembered that he was Kong Ming's son?
"Isn't that me?"

Zhuge Kongming stuffed Xiao Ming into the iron cage and put the cover on his head.

Xiao Ming grabbed the railing and shouted: "I have no brain!"

"You're not brainless, you're courageous!"

Zhuge Kongping slapped his hand down with a look of contempt.

"You're not afraid of mice, so what are you afraid of? Put your hands down!"
Zhuge Xiaoming was still a little scared and kept talking nonsense.

"Is there any danger?"

"No danger!"

"Will something go wrong?"

"Just try and you will find out!"

Zhuge Xiaoming hung his head, feeling that he was the guinea pig in the experiment!
"Dead!"

The experiment restarted, and Zhuge Kongming shook the handle desperately, driving the current of the generator through the entire roof.

Zhuge Xiaoming felt an electric current flowing through his head, his scalp was numb, and the electricity made him twitch continuously.

Dad is going to kill him!
The current flows along the iron pipe, connecting the brain waves of Xiao Ming and the zombie, synchronizing their thoughts.

As the current increased, the zombie opened its eyes, and a pair of eyes glowed green, while Zhuge Xiaoming was convulsed by the current and rolled his eyes.

Eventually, the zombies and Xiao Ming synchronized their movements.

"I succeeded! I succeeded!"

Zhuge Kongping shouted, looking ecstatic.

The next moment, the current was too strong, and there was a loud noise on the iron pipe, and sparks flew out for a while.

Zhuge Kongping hurriedly blocked his eyes and saw that the machine had stopped automatically.

He rushed over and held the zombie up, fearing that his precious zombie would be destroyed.

"Fortunately the zombies are fine!
"That's too much. Dad cares more about zombies than me!"

Zhuge Xiaoming was filled with resentment and climbed out of the iron cage.

"Top you a lung!
However, as he complained, the sleeping zombie slammed his head into Zhuge Kongping, knocking him back a few steps.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Zhuge Xiaoming was startled and rushed over to help Zhuge Kongping.

Unexpectedly, the zombie also rushed over and did the same thing as him, putting a pair of rotten hands on Kong Ping's shoulders.

Kong Ping noticed something was wrong and waved his hand at him.

"Hands down! Put your hands down!"

Zhuge Xiaoming put down his hands and saw the zombie also put down his hands!
He glanced at the zombie curiously, "Hey, how could this happen?"

"I succeeded! I succeeded!"

Zhuge Kongping shouted, his expression full of ecstasy, urging him.

"You use your thoughts to control him and use your brain waves to tell him to go outside!"

Zhuge Xiaoming nodded and controlled the zombies to walk out.

I saw the zombie walking limpingly, twisting its body from time to time, and stopping and walking.

"Why are you walking so ugly? What are you thinking?"

Zhuge Kongping frowned, looking disgusted.

"I didn't think anything, I was thinking about the big girl rowing the dragon boat!"

Zhuge Xiaoming smiled obscenely and was slapped on the head by Zhuge Kongping.

"You brat, don't think so wildly!"

Zhuge Kongping's expression became cautious and he warned him:
"Now this zombie will do good if you tell it to do good, and do evil if you tell it to do evil!
If he gets aggressive, he will be out of control!"

"That's just right. If I trigger his thoughts to become a ghost servant, wouldn't that mean he has one more ghost servant?"

Zhuge Xiaoming said happily when he thought that he still had a ghost servant in his house.

However, Zhuge Kongping poured a basin of cold water on him.

"Stop joking! This zombie can only be controlled for one hour! You put it away and I'll tell your mother!"
Zhuge Xiaoming felt unhappy. When his father came to the zombie, he pushed him hard.

"what!'

Zhuge Kongping shouted, and he fell down from the railing of the building and fell to the ground on the first floor. He couldn't move for a long time after falling.

Zhuge Xiaoming poked his head out from the second floor and asked with a smile: "Haha, Dad, are you having a good time?"

Zhuge Kongping got up from the ground and rolled up his sleeves.

"Try to fall down and try it! You brat!"

At this time, Chen Tian rushed to Wolong Town.

Wolong Town is very lively, and there are especially many Taoist priests. Fortune tellers, divination people, and marriage tellers are just on the street.

There are also many mechanical weapons and farm tools for sale on the street, which are very interesting to look at!
Chen Tian walked around casually, took a crossbow arrow, and made a few gestures.

At this time, someone suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Brother, I see that your face is dark, and I am afraid that you will be accused of being a villain! But with the help of noble people, you can turn danger into good luck!"

Chen Tian turned around and saw that the person holding his hand was a young girl wearing a golden gown, with womanly hair on her temples and a pair of sunglasses, smiling slyly at him.

Chen Tian became interested and asked: "Oh, how do you say it?"

Zhuge Xiaohua took out a money bag and shook it at Chen Tian.

"Look, am I your noble? You don't even know that your wallet has been stolen!"

Chen Tian was stunned and subconsciously touched the money bag at his waist, only to find that his money bag had long been cut down to a piece of rag.

He didn't even notice it yet!
Even though he has not opened his spiritual sense, he is still more vigilant than ordinary people. This thief is really very capable!
"Thank you, sir! I don't know what you are interested in. I'm here to treat you!"

Chen Tian clasped his fists, became interested, and smiled at Zhuge Xiaohua.

Zhuge Xiaohua looked proud and cupped her hands in front of him, showing a quack-like manner.

"It's easy to say! I don't want anything either!
"Handsome boy, you are your noble one, you must remember me! My name is Zhuge Xiaohua!'

Chen Tian was stunned. He didn't expect that by such a coincidence, he would meet his uncle's daughter casually!
"Chen Tian, ​​I am a disciple of Maoshan! I have become a senior sister!
"Ah, you are a disciple of Maoshan! Why are you so stupid? You have no spiritual power at all?"

Zhuge Xiaohua looked at him with a look of disgust.

Chen Tian smiled and said nothing, and did not reveal his level. He touched his nose and admitted that he was a useless little disciple.

"Forget it, looking at you like this, senior sister is still protecting you!"

Zhuge Xiaohua became interested and pulled Chen Tian towards the pavilion.

"Let's go and follow my senior sister to tell fortunes and make money!"

Chen Tian nodded and was ready to experience the divination skills of his uncle's wife, Wang Hui.

Arriving at the pavilion, Chen Tian saw that there was no one in the pavilion, and Wang Hui seemed not to be there.

"Mom! Where are you?
"Xiaohua, your mother has gone to the bathroom! Just look at the stall first! I'm going to do business!"

The aunt selling vegetables next door said something and left with her burden.

Zhuge Xiaohua's eyes lit up and he asked Chen Tian to sit down.

"Come, come, senior sister will help you make money! Let's rehearse first!"

Chen Tian was a little helpless, looking at this senior sister who was younger than him, but her seniority was still here.

"OK!"

"There are thousands of fortune tellers, but mine is very different!"

Zhuge Xiaohua put on his sunglasses, smoked a cigarette, and spoke in a calm tone, looking a bit like a goddess!
However, the next moment, she choked on the cigarette rod and couldn't help but cough twice.

Chen Tian couldn't help but smile, and was glared at by Zhuge Xiaohua.

"Would you like to ask a fortune teller or a fortune teller?"

Chen Tian raised his eyebrows and asked.

"How do you see it? How do you calculate it?"

Zhuge Xiaohua became proud.

“Whether it’s spelling, divination, or divination, we are good at everything and clever at everything!”

Chen Tian nodded and was about to take a casual test of his fortune.

However, two gangsters ran over and pushed his shoulders with fierce expressions.

"Hey, boy, give your seat to our boss!"

But Chen Tian sat upright on the chair, motionless, looking at the two gangsters with raised eyebrows.

"Hey, this little junior brother has practiced his basic skills well, he can be a thug!"

"You brat, are you looking for death?"

Xiaohu slapped Chen Tian on the head and shouted fiercely.

Chen Tian was extremely unhappy. He stood up and slapped Xiaohu on the head.

Xiaohu was completely stunned. He only felt his head buzzing, as if there was a big clock roaring in his head.

He glanced twice and fell to the ground.

Dahu on the side also got scared and said with a dry smile: "Boss, please sit down! It's because my subordinates are ignorant! They should be beaten! They should be beaten!"

"Ahem! Brother, get out of the way! Don't scare the customers away!"

Zhuge Xiaohua straightened her sitting posture and waved her hands domineeringly. She felt very happy and gave Chen Tian an appreciative look.

Chen Tian found it interesting and cooperated with his senior sister in acting.

"Yes, Senior Sister!"

(End of this chapter)