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The fly and the butter pig quickly left and returned to Snake Brother's house.

Seeing his sister-in-law peeling sausage casings again, he couldn't help but hiss and gasp.

"Fly, you've finally arrived." Snake waved. "Hurry up and help."

"Don't worry, boss!"

The fly took out a deck of cards, took a deep breath, straightened his back, and walked forward.

After glancing at the playing cards in his hand, he reached out and slapped his sister-in-law hard on the back of the head.

With a "boom," a burst of black smoke gushed out of the elder sister-in-law's nostrils.

Then a familiar "vomit" sound rang out, and the sister-in-law vomited out a large amount of black, foul-smelling sludge once again.

"Boss, are you alright?"

"fine?"

"That's good."

"It's okay? Why don't you give it a try?"

"That wouldn't be a good idea. After all, she's my sister-in-law. It would be against the rules to have her suck my throat."

"roll!"

Fly nodded: "Boss, you're busy, I'll be going now."

He didn't want to stay here either; his sister-in-law had vomited all over the place, which looked like it would be hard to clean up. It was just a matter of seeing which unlucky person would get hit.

He and Creamy Pig went downstairs together. The two knew that the matter of finding the grave-relocation and coffin-moving master should be considered over, and they didn't have to worry about being retaliated against by the big boss.

"I'm so hungry." Creamy Pig pointed ahead. "I'm going to buy something to eat."

“I’ll wait for you here.” The fly nodded.

He stood alone by the roadside. The street was so quiet that he couldn't see a single person.

Turning around, a figure suddenly appeared behind him, startling the fly so much that it trembled.

"I rely on!"

He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the other person's face clearly.

She turned out to be a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair. Apart from the air conditioning being a bit too strong around her, she had both a great figure and a beautiful face.

"Miss, you look very familiar."

"Fly, don't you remember me?" the woman asked.

"Should I know you?" Fly frowned.

He's hooking up with at least two or three girls every day, if not ten; this Casanova is very busy.

Then the fly opened its mouth wide, stretched out its finger, and exclaimed in sudden realization, "Ah, I remember now, it's you!"

"Tomorrow," the woman said with a smile, "thank you for saving me."

"You're discharged from the hospital? You're recovering very well... Wait, what are you doing?"

The fly raised his right hand and found that his palm was interlocked with the other person's hand at some point. He looked at the other person in shock.

"I want to repay you."

"No."

"I am very sincere."

"Okay, but I'm a very picky person and I take relationships very seriously."

"That would be best, I'll keep bothering you."

"It's a deal, hehehe."

The fly was led away by the other party's hand.

A few minutes later, Creamy Pig returned carrying two bags of snacks.

"Huh, where's the big boss?"

"Your boss has encountered a ghost."

The sound came from the left, startling the butter pig.

After seeing the other person's face clearly, he stammered, "You, you, you are that Celestial Master Jiang Tianji!"

"it's me."

"Now what?"

Creamy Pig has witnessed too many paranormal events in the past few days, and for a moment she was at a loss.

"Of course we're saving him! He'll lose a lot of life if we're late." This time the voice came from the right.

Not only was Creamy Pig startled, but Jiang Tianji also shuddered.

The two turned to look to their right and saw Tan Wenjie tearing open a bag of potato chips with a "bang".

"Master Tan?" Creamy Pig patted his chest. "Could you guys please not show up so suddenly?"

Jiang Tianji glanced at Tan Wenjie a few more times. His strongest impression of Tan was that Tan had forcefully handed him a flyer. Now it seemed that Tan was even more powerful than himself.

"Still not leaving?"

"Let's go!" X2
In the desolate wilderness, the bright moon overhead illuminated the path ahead.

After crossing the grave, a paper car that had not been completely burned came into view of the three.

Creamy Pig was already rubbing his arms to fight the goosebumps, while Jiang Tianji made a hand seal with his right hand, ready for battle.

Not far ahead, we saw flies lying on a grave mound, their rear ends swaying back and forth, a truly horrible sight.

"Is my luck really that bad?"

Tan Wenjie previously thought that Fly had taken Qiu Sheng's script. If he hadn't appeared, then Jiang Tianji would have been Uncle Nine. Considering the relocation of graves and the female ghost, it would have been a 21st-century version of Mr. Vampire.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that the fly is simply blinded by evil spirits.

"I didn't expect his moves to be so wide and powerful. No wonder he's called Brother Fly," Tan Wenjie exclaimed.

Jiang Tianji couldn't wait any longer and rushed out, shouting "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!" He pointed his sword forward and made a "poof" sound, causing a small crater to explode on the grave.

Tan Wenjie raised an eyebrow.

He had seen many people who could use sword fingers, but in the Republican era, only the "Broken Clothes Stomp the Ground" lineage could launch sword fingers from a distance and cause physical damage. That was his former cheap master, Master Qian.

When Jiang Tianji used his sword finger, he looked exactly like a celestial master subduing demons.

The female ghost who had bewitched the flies fled in a sorry state.

"Damn it! How dare you hurt my woman!" Fly scrambled to his feet, pulled up his pants, and strode toward Jiang Tianji, only to be knocked down by a single punch.

Tan Wenjie, who was watching from the sidelines, shook his head: "It really wasn't him."

She has a similar experience to Qiu Sheng, but she can't become Qiu Sheng; in short, she's not a protagonist.

In just a short while, Jiang Tianji had already injured the female ghost.

"Wait a minute," Tan Wenjie stopped him.

Faced with Jiang Tianji's continuous sword-finger strikes, he simply uttered a single sentence that shattered all of their attacks. When the swords landed on the female ghost's face, only a gentle breeze caressed her hair.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to save her?" Jiang Tianji frowned.

The female ghost seemed to see a glimmer of hope and explained, "In my previous life, I was forced by the evil sorcerer Gao Shanbao to commit suicide by jumping off a building to preserve my innocence. It was Wu Ying who supported me all the way and tried to save me, so I wanted to repay him after I died."

Tan Wenjie: "She died a violent death and did not harm anyone after her death. Although she was not very discerning and her way of repaying kindness was very old-fashioned, she was not so bad as to have her soul scattered."

He couldn't control much about what happened while he was alive, but everything after his death was within his jurisdiction.

Jiang Tianji did not insist on continuing to kill the female ghost, but instead introduced himself: "I am Jiang Tianji, a direct descendant of the Zixia Temple of the Maoshan School."

The gap in strength is too large; it's better to draw up a line first.

"There's also a Zixia Temple here. Who is your master?"

"It is my father."

"So it's a family heirloom."

“It’s not a family tradition. I heard my father say that our great-grandfather once studied under the Zixia Temple. It is said that the patriarch’s surname was Tan.”

Tan Wenjie's expression froze.

"That Master Tan, could he be a figure from the early 20th century?"

"Yes, I heard my father tell me his legend when I was a child. It is said that he married four wives."

"Anything else?" "I didn't listen carefully. I wasn't very well-behaved back then." Jiang Tianji was a little embarrassed. "But my father only went to learn the craft for a while."

As Jiang Tianji recounted his story, a memory unexpectedly surfaced in Tan Wenjie's mind.

When she and Caiyi went out for morning tea, they happened to meet a little beggar in tattered clothes. She asked him to find a job through the Tan family so that he could at least fill his stomach.

When they met the little beggar again, he had been assigned to work at the Magic Mountain and would occasionally steal magic spells from the group of "Ninth Uncle's abandoned disciples" from the Zixia Temple.

So, out of admiration, he casually taught the other party some minor tricks, such as pointing with his sword and stomping the ground to summon the gods.

This memory is like an old piece of clothing folded up and pressed at the bottom, almost never to be brought up again. But now that it has surfaced in my mind, it evokes a strong sense of familiarity.

He knew that fate was best at writing scripts, so it seemed that his appearance had completely attracted its attention, and it had even begun to invest energy in him.

This is just the first time fate has intervened; it's hard to predict what kind of story will unfold next.

"It's just too fake," Tan Wenjie couldn't help but complain.

Although he values ​​talent, he would never take away Zhang Susu's Zixia Temple, nor would he treat a so-called genius differently.

To put it bluntly, there's a difference between men and women. He looks down on geniuses but has a greater preference for talented women.

"This fellow Daoist looks somewhat familiar," Jiang Tianji said, looking at Tan Wenjie with a puzzled expression.

"I am Tan Wenjie."

“Tan…” Jiang Tianji’s eyes widened suddenly, “You!”

At that moment, Jiang Tianji also recalled a black-and-white photograph he had seen when he was sorting through his father's belongings in his youth. The person in the photograph, Master Tan, looked exactly like the person in front of him.

"What? What's wrong?" Fly scrambled up and asked, puzzled.

"It's okay, it's time to go home."

"Oh."

The group left, leaving only the female ghost trembling at the grave tomorrow.

She had just wanted to cry a little to express her feelings for the fly, but Tan Wenjie only glanced at her, and she didn't dare to move.

"Phew, I never thought that being a ghost would give me that same feeling of being unable to breathe that you only experience after being a human."

When they parted, Tan Wenjie and Jiang Tianji exchanged contact information.

It was clear that Jiang Tianji was eager to go back and verify something: how could he not be shocked that a patriarch from ninety years ago had appeared in the 21st century and still looked like a young man?

Fly and Creamy Pig went back to sleep; they were exhausted from a long day, and Fly had completely lost interest in the ghost after learning he'd slept with her.
He has no shortage of women, so there's no need for him to shorten his lifespan for a female ghost.

"Fate." Tan Wenjie looked up at the moon in the sky.

Fortunately, fate's attention is currently only on himself and Ma Xiaoling. After all, the Ma family is part of fate's bloodline, so it's understandable that they are being watched.

What truly worries Tan Wenjie are those people from the Republican era.

Reincarnation has no concept of time; it only distinguishes between past and present lives. In other words, if a person is told that there is an afterlife, it means that he will definitely die.

What he's truly grateful for now is that he didn't witness the reincarnation of Caiyi and the others. As long as the future isn't predetermined, everything is still open to change, and there's still a chance.

For several days in a row, the weather was calm and peaceful.

in the afternoon.

Snake Brother brought Mountain Leopard to see Zhou Yaqiang.

“Relocating the grave is fine,” Gao Shanbao readily agreed, “but my fees are very high.”

"I'm not afraid of you charging a lot, I'm only afraid of you not charging at all." Zhou Yaqiang was overjoyed.

The Zhou family patriarch used the method of constantly moving graves to plunder and absorb the wealth of other families, ensuring the prosperity of his descendants. This was a rule that was never broken, and it was done every 30 years.

I just didn't expect that this era is different from thirty years ago; there are incompetent people everywhere and very few true masters.

The group followed the heretical sorcerer Gao Shanbao to relocate the grave.

The weather was gloomy, as if a dark cloud was hanging overhead.

The underlings were digging at the graves with their butts sticking out, sweating profusely.

Before the coffin was even carried out, Gao Shanbao's expression changed drastically.

The accumulation of yin energy is definitely not a good sign.

When the coffin was opened, revealing a corpse that hadn't decomposed in ninety years, Gao Shanbao took a deep breath and exclaimed, "It's turned into a zombie! It'd better be burned!"

"Of course not!" Zhou Yaqiang firmly disagreed. "My great-grandfather's grave must be moved, otherwise what if it ruins our family's feng shui?"

When the sponsor spoke, Gao Shanbao did not object.

If you pay enough, you can do whatever you want.

However, just as they were preparing to change the burial site, it suddenly started to drizzle.

Gao Shanbao said helplessly, "The weather isn't suitable for moving the grave today, let's take the coffin back first."

The group carried the coffin back.

To ensure nothing went wrong, Snake Brother, along with two henchmen and Gao Shanbao and others, guarded the coffin to prevent it from turning into a zombie.

The sky darkened quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was pitch black.

"Let's play cards!" Snake Brother called to his henchmen, "Go buy some snacks to go with the drinks, tonight I'm going to dominate the game."

He wasn't supposed to do this personally, but his wife had stripped his intestines twice, and with the economy not doing well, he had no choice but to come and guard the coffin under the pretext of making money from Zhou Yaqiang.

He couldn't bear the disappointed look in his wife's eyes.

But his wife's constitution made her susceptible to possession by ghosts, and even if he could handle it, his younger brother couldn't.

The group gathered together to eat, drink, and have fun.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion.

The highly sensitive mountain leopard suddenly stood up.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you?" Snake was startled and looked at Mountain Leopard with displeasure.

"Didn't you hear that sound?"

"I heard it, it's just thunder."

"No, there might be something wrong with the coffin."

"Hahahaha!" the crowd laughed.

Having experienced two ghostly encounters, Snake Brother was the most sensitive. He slapped him and then cautiously asked, "You mean?"

"evil Dead!"

"Go over and have a look!"

Several people carrying sticks and watermelon knives approached the coffin, only to find that the coffin lid had been blown off and the zombie inside had vanished without a trace.

Gao Shanbao said, "This is bad. The zombie must have gone to find Boss Zhou. Zombies are attracted to blood relatives. If they drink the blood of their relatives, their abilities will greatly increase."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go save them!" Snake Brother pulled Mountain Leopard and ran outside, not forgetting to call Zhou Yaqiang.

When they arrived at the building, panting, and saw Zhou Yaqiang, he was sitting behind his desk with his back to the door.

The office was pitch black, with only a small desk lamp on.

"Huff, huff, boss, I'm glad you're alright." Snake was panting heavily, and just as he was about to move forward, Gao Shanbao grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing?" Snake Brother turned around, annoyed.

Gao Shanbao took out a Bagua mirror and pointed it at Zhou Yaqiang: "Boss Zhou?"

"Roar!"

Zhou Yaqiang turned around and roared angrily.

"Take the mirror away!"

"You, you, you, you've turned into a zombie!" Snake Brother's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to run away.

But his face slammed into something that looked like a metal plate with a "thud".

Snake Brother rubbed his nose and stepped back. When he looked up, he saw the zombie-turned Zhou Taigong baring his teeth and looking down at him.

"Roar!" Zhou Taigong lowered his head and bit down on Snake Brother's neck.

The mountain leopard immediately attacked, but its spells had no effect on the zombie. Instead, the zombie pierced its shoulder with a claw, pulled it in front of it, and bit its neck.

With his support gone, Snake Brother collapsed to the ground, muttering before he breathed his last, "Master Tan, save... me..."

His eyes widened instantly, and he was completely lifeless. (End of Chapter)