Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

"Zombies, listen up!".

Chapter 89: Wencai is extorting money, and a ghost breaks into the clay figurine shop!

Chapter 89: Wencai is extorting money, and a ghost breaks into the clay figurine shop!

Click.

Click.

The door of the morgue flew open.

Seven or eight zombies stretched out their arms.

It seems as if he is being controlled by Taoist Simu.

Stand in a row.

Jump out the door.

They just surrounded Wencai.

"Nephew, it's not too late to regret."

Taoist Simu holds a bell in his left hand.

Hold the sword in your right hand.

Glanced at Wencai.

Let’s look at Wencai’s side.

No panic at all.

As soon as I heard Taoist Simu say this.

He just laughed immediately.

"Uncle, it's not that I don't want to compete with you."

"what is that?"

"It's just because the zombies in this morgue are quite expensive."

"My nephew is afraid. If it is broken, my master will pay for it."

Taoist Simu listened.

A black line on his face.

What's the reason?

But when I thought about it, I couldn't refute it.

But, things have already started.

Can we just let it go like this?

Thinking.

He looked at the seven or eight zombies again.

He gritted his teeth.

"In order to get an opportunity from my senior brother, I risked everything!"

"it is good!"

Immediately, Taoist Simu spoke.

"Nephew, since I was the one who brought up the matter."

"That's fine."

"If this zombie is damaged, I'll pay for it!"

When Wencai heard this, he was still a little hesitant.

"Uncle Master, even if this is the case, I still don't want to fight with you."

"how?"

On the surface.

Taoist Simu asked solemnly.

But in my heart, I was very anxious.

"Why are you going back on your word, kid? I've already paid the money, and it's still not enough?"

Wencai thought about it and smiled embarrassedly.

"Uncle Master, I won't say anything."

Taoist Simu was a little anxious.

"But it doesn't matter!"

"That's right, I can pay this zombie back."

"But these zombies are all the ancestors of the townspeople in this town."

"Great grandfather, great grandfather or something like that."

Wencai smiled embarrassedly.

"The money you paid to the zombies is only enough to cover the damage. If they blame you for something else, the money won't be enough."

"Yes, Uncle Master."

Beside him, Qiu Sheng also responded.

"Some of the zombies here have made contributions to the town."

Taoist Simu listened.

Tsk.

This Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

You're ripping yourself off.

But, still the same sentence.

I brought up the matter myself.

I regretted it at the last minute.

Offensive.

It has to be done.

It has to work even if it doesn't work.

Think of this.

Taoist Simu gritted his teeth.

"it is good!"

"I'll cover all the expenses!"

As soon as these words came out.

Wencai was delighted.

not far away.

Uncle Jiu saw it and couldn't help but smile.

"Stinky boy."

Growing up with Wencai.

Not only strength.

And also thoughtful.

"Uncle Master! I'm sorry!"

Wencai said.

The aura on his body suddenly exploded.

In the void, one could even faintly hear a wolf howl.

Taoist Simu took a look.

There was surprise in his eyes.

Let’s look at the literary talent.

Disappeared directly from the front.

"not good!"

A scream.

Taoist Simu reacted.

"Oh no, I may not be my opponent this time!"

But Wencai has already made his move.

If Taoist Simu doesn't take any action.

Isn’t that the end?

Thinking.

Taoist Simu rang the bell directly.

can.

The writing speed is too fast.

Before Taoist Simu could even finish his mantra.

Then eight muffled sounds were heard.

Those zombies disappeared immediately.

His eyes flashed again.

Taoist Simu took a look.

The zombies are gone!

Look around.

Then I saw Wencai in the morgue.

The coffin lid has been closed.

Taoist Simu was completely speechless.

"This, this, this..."

It seemed as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

He pushed his glasses up again.

His eyes narrowed again.

His eyes widened again.

He tentatively shook the bell.

All I heard was the coffin lid slamming shut.

Look again.

Wencai even played the inkstone well.

Taoist Simu narrowed his eyes.

Pursing his lips.

His eyebrows were twisted into a ball.