Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1090
If he didn't tell Ding Ermiao when he saw him, it would be hard for Hou Baolai to ask further questions.

Seeing that it was still early for dinner, Ding Ermiao asked Hou Baolai to prepare hot water and clean clothes. He planned to take some time to take a bath, put some ointment on the wound, and rebandage it.

Now Hou Baolai looked up to Ding Ermiao like a god and immediately took action, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find clothes for Ding Ermiao.

Fortunately, Hou Baolai's figure is similar to that of Ding Ermiao, so he can wear the clothes he found.

After taking a bath, Ding Ermiao felt much more comfortable and energetic. She was no longer the sluggish beggar she had been before.

Lunch was just about to be served, and everyone respectfully invited Ding Ermiao to the table.Relatives and friends of the Hou family and several elders in the village accompanied me.

But that big rat was always tied up with a corpse whip by Ding Ermiao and was always taken with him.

After some drinking, the pain on Ding Ermiao's leg was relieved a lot under the influence of alcohol.

"Brother Ding, when are we going to the cemetery?" Hou Baolai asked after the meal.

At the banquet, Hou Baolai asked Ding Ermiao his name, so he no longer calls him little brother, but brother Ding.

The sun is shining brightly outside the door, and the heat wave is overwhelming.

Ding Ermiao waved his hand and said, "Leave at four o'clock in the afternoon. Prepare some food and wine, and pay homage to your old man by the way. Call a few more people, and also bring a shovel, some gasoline and some dry wood..."

"What are you doing with those?" Hou Baolai was stunned.

"Just in case, it might be useful." Ding Ermiao said lightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll get ready right now." Hou Baolai nodded hurriedly.

"By the way, find another bedroom so I can sleep." Ding Ermiao said.

"Come upstairs with me. It's quiet upstairs." Hou Baolai took Ding Ermiao up to the second floor and opened the bedroom door.

Ding Ermiao was about to go to bed when the phone rang.When he opened it, he saw that it was Wan Shugao calling.

It turned out that Wan Shugao, Ji Jiuye and others had already returned home. When they saw Ding Ermiao's message on the door, they quickly called to ask about the situation.

After chatting for a while and explaining the situation here, Ding Ermiao hung up the phone and took a nap.

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Hou Baolai carefully woke up Ding Ermiao, said that the time was up, and urged him to leave.

Ding Ermiao got up, washed his face, and ordered to set off.

Dozens of people watching the excitement in the village, as well as relatives and friends of the Hou family, came and went up the mountain together.

Hou Baolai knew that Ding Ermiao had difficulty walking, so he arranged a small bamboo sedan in advance.

This bamboo sedan is a traditional tool from Xiaoliangshan. Its structure is very simple, just two bamboos with a net bag in the middle.

Ding Ermiao was not polite and sat on the sedan chair, letting the two big men carry the sedan bumping up the mountain.The big mouse also took advantage of it and took a ride in the sedan with Ding Ermiao.

After traveling for three to five miles, I came to a sloping land with tall and short grave mounds spread out all the way.

Ding Ermiao got off the sedan, leaning on a walking stick and taking the big mouse with him, followed Hou Baolai to the grave of Mr. Hou.

This is an ordinary earthen tomb, with no seal, no tree, and no tombstone.Because it had been several months, the grass on the grave was luxuriant.

The big mouse knelt in front of the grave, his eyes filled with sadness.The people watching were all sighing...

After walking behind the grave, Ding Ermiao used the crutch in his hand to push aside the tangled grass, and a hole as big as a bowl appeared in front of everyone.

Ding Ermiao untied the umbrella from behind, approached the hole with the compass on the handle of the umbrella, took one look at it, and then put it back.

"How's it going, Brother Ding?" Hou Baolai asked nervously.

"The old man is inside... and has turned into a zombie." Ding Ermiao said.

"Ah, zombie?" Everyone present was startled and frightened.

For ordinary people, zombies only exist in legends or on TV. Now that there is one lying in the grave in front of you, who is not afraid?
"No way, little brother." An old man with some knowledge in the village came up and said with a frown: "This cemetery is a tomb site. Over the years, I have never heard of any problems."

Ding Ermiao looked around and said slowly: "The cemetery is not bad. In terms of Feng Shui, it is a good place. But the big mouse is the reason why Mr. Hou turned into a zombie."

"Then what should we do now?" Hou Baolai asked tremblingly.

"Open the coffin and incinerate the old man's body, then everything will be fine." Ding Ermiao said.

The big rat crawled over and begged, "Great Master, please, don't burn the body of Mr. Hou..."

"Evil, can I allow Mr. Hou to turn into a zombie and cause harm to the world?"

Ding Ermiao sighed and said: "You couldn't bear to see Mr. Hou's body decaying, so you often got into the grave, blew his body mouth to mouth, and used your own inner breath to forcibly maintain Hou. The old lady’s body is not rotten, right?”

"That's right. I beg the great mage to let the old man's body go because of my lifelong brotherhood." The big mouse kowtowed repeatedly, and tears flowed from his eyes.

"The world of humans is not something you beasts can understand. So once you become refined, you will cause chaos!" Ding Ermiao shook his head resolutely, waved to the villagers who followed him, and said, "Open the coffin!"

At Hou Baolai's request, several of his clan members finally stepped forward tremblingly and began to dig the soil and dig the grave.

"With me here, there is no danger, so feel free to dig." Ding Ermiao stood aside and said.

Ten minutes later, the soil on the grave was finally dug up, and a big red coffin appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Ding Ermiao walked around to the small end of the coffin and took a look. Sure enough, the hole in the coffin board as big as a bowl was made by rats.

The coffin was exposed and no one dared to do anything.Ding Ermiao glared and asked Hou Baolai to do it himself.

Hou Baolai had no choice but to insert the shovel into the cracks of the coffin and pry the nails at the four corners.

There was a creaking sound, and the coffin lid gradually loosened.

"Stop!" Ding Ermiao suddenly waved his hand and ordered Hou Baolai to stop prying.

Everyone gathered around, too frightened to speak out.

"Creak..." There was a nauseating sound in the coffin, which seemed to be the sound of nails scratching the coffin board.

"Oh my god, isn't Mr. Hou coming out?" The timid people all backed away, trembling all over.

But these people couldn't help but look away, and stood on tiptoe in the distance, staring intently.

Ding Ermiao stepped on the big rat under his feet and gently placed the whip on the coffin. The coffin immediately became quiet and there was no more sound.

The corpse-beating whip certainly deserves its reputation.Before taking action, the zombies inside sensed the danger and immediately calmed down.

"Okay, let's continue to pry the coffin lid." Ding Ermiao said.

(End of this chapter)