Terrifying Heavens: I Slay Demons by Painting Faces

As Chen Hengyi listened, he suddenly noticed that the noise outside had subsided.

As he walked out the door, he saw Ren Fa, who looked pale, coming out of the morgue.

The servants who accompanied Ren Fa did not enter the mortuary, but remained outside.

Ren Fa's face turned pale, as if he had been frightened.

"Uncle Jiu, you know this kind of thing shouldn't be known to unrelated people, I hope you..."

As he was speaking, he saw Chen Hengyi coming out.

Uncle Nine: "Master Ren, this is the young man I was talking about."

"Oh?"

Ren Fa glanced at it quickly, narrowed his eyes, and smiled, "So elegant and dashing, so imposing! Truly a young hero. May I ask where you are from, and where you hold a high position?"

"Master Ren, you flatter me. I am but an actor and do not deserve the title of hero."

"An actor?" Ren Fa was taken aback upon hearing this, and then his smile faded slightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll treat you to tea at my new coffee shop in the city another day."

Ren Fa seemed somewhat disdainful of Chen Hengyi's status, and after giving a perfunctory reply, he said to Uncle Jiu, "Uncle Jiu, let's leave it at that."

"We'll have to trouble Uncle Jiu to come to our house again to perform a ritual to get rid of the bad luck."

It was already late at night, and Ren Fa did not linger. He left immediately after finishing his conversation.

Chen Hengyi saw the other party get into the bamboo sedan chair, surrounded by a group of servants.

The other party left quickly.

Chen Hengyi clicked his tongue twice: "This pomp and circumstance, no wonder it's the Ren family."

Uncle Jiu gestured for Wencai to close the door, then said calmly, "Around Renjia Town, everyone has to look up to the Ren family to eat their rice..."

"Uncle Nine, what should we do with this zombie?"

"Burn it with lychee wood tomorrow at noon when the yang energy is at its peak!"

"But I heard that this old master wasn't afraid of fire; back then, Ren Fa didn't allow it to be burned."

Uncle Nine glanced at Chen Hengyi: "Master Ren is a filial son known throughout the surrounding villages, but even a filial son is afraid of zombies."

Uncle Nine didn't want to say anything more, and then told Wen Cai to go to sleep.

.....

The sun was rising, and the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Inside the courtyard of the mortuary, a shirtless figure was wielding a long spear.

The spear tip sliced ​​through the thin mist, like a silver dragon surging.

Chen Hengyi moved with steady steps, sometimes leaping like an ape, sometimes bending low like a tiger, the shadows of his spears creating a faint whistling sound.

Uncle Nine, still sleepy from just waking up, stretched and noticed Chen Hengyi.

After a while, Chen Hengyi stopped. His face was slightly flushed, his breathing was a little rapid, and his body was already soaked with sweat.

At this moment, Uncle Nine walked over, his eyes filled with admiration: "Not bad, not bad. Even my other martial arts apprentice is not as hardworking as you."

"But he usually helps his aunt sell things in the city, and he doesn't come here unless he has something to do. Otherwise, I would have introduced you to him."

The man Uncle Nine was referring to was Qiu Sheng.

There will be an opportunity.

Chen Hengyi smiled and said, "In singing, reciting, acting, and fighting, if you don't advance, you fall behind. If I wasn't afraid of disturbing the deceased's rest, I might have even given you a shout, Uncle Jiu."

Singing, reciting, acting, and fighting are the four basic skills of traditional Chinese opera. In addition, there are five other skills: hand, eye, body, technique, and footwork.

Four skills and five methods.

However, Chen Hengyi also knew that he was not a proper Peking Opera performer. He mainly practiced this to protect himself, and at the same time, to better perform.

He still enjoys using his hands, so he practices martial arts a lot.

Chen Hengyi also practiced these skills when he was a child; he has some early training.

After playing Zhang Fei last night, it felt like his muscles and bones had been reconnected, so his hands were already itching to play before dawn.

As Chen Hengyi wielded the spear, he felt an exhilarating sense of accomplishment.

Uncle Nine felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.

"Look at him, he's so diligent even without a master by his side!"

Then Uncle Nine thought of his two apprentices.

His gaze swept across the room and he saw Wencai still sleeping, and he thought of Wencai's ambitions from the previous night.

He was immediately furious.

Sometimes people are afraid of comparison. Before Chen Hengyi came, Uncle Jiu felt that although his two apprentices were a bit naughty, they were actually not bad.

Now....

Uncle Nine smiled at Chen Hengyi: "Go wash up first, I'll go wake Wencai up."

Chen Hengyi nodded in agreement, but then he saw that Uncle Jiu picked up a rattan cane about two fingers thick on his way to Wencai's room.

"Um?"

Sure enough, a sound like a pig being slaughtered rang out immediately afterward.

"Ah—Master!!"

"Still sleeping? Didn't you say you were going to fight zombies last night?"

After a chaotic meal, Wencai's breakfast consisted of stir-fried pork slices with bamboo strips.

Soon after, there was a knock on the door of the mortuary.

Wen Cai was being forced to practice martial arts by Uncle Jiu, and Chen Hengyi, who was free at the time, went to open the door.

He opened the courtyard gate, only to find a strange man standing before him.

Before Chen Hengyi could speak, the other party introduced himself.

"We are here on Master Ren's orders to deliver lychee firewood to Uncle Jiu."

Oh, this is for burning zombies.

After seeing this, Chen Hengyi asked Uncle Jiu for advice and then helped direct the setting up of the firewood.

After a flurry of activity, Uncle Nine changed into the classic Maoshan skin, and Qiu Sheng arrived before noon.

Chen Hengyi couldn't offer much help, so he just watched from the sidelines.

Thick smoke quickly rose, and the ashes of the old man were placed in an urn and buried shortly after the cremation was completed.

The three of them, including Uncle Nine, were so busy they barely had time to breathe.

By the time they had some free time, it was already evening.

When the old master Ren was being moved to the new burial site, according to custom, a few tables would be set up so that everyone could have a lively meal together.

Chen Hengyi naturally came to eat at the banquet as well!

However, Chen Hengyi, who was used to modern food additives, found these chicken, duck, fish and meat dishes rather ordinary.

Wen Cai, whose mouth was stuffed, noticed Chen Hengyi's lack of interest and asked, "No appetite?"

"Eat until you're about 70% full; that's healthier."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes: "Pretending to be a ghost."

Uncle Nine coughed lightly, and his two apprentices immediately stopped talking and began to eat in silence.

A moment later, the two started fighting over a chicken leg again.

Uncle Nine gave an awkward smile: "That's just how they are."

Chen Hengyi and Uncle Jiu chatted while eating, and soon Ren Fa walked over with a beautiful girl with a large bust.

That was Ren Tingting!

Ren Tingting was holding several red envelopes in her hand.

"I'm troubling you today, Uncle Jiu."

As Ren Fa spoke, Ren Tingting handed over the red envelope.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai turned into infatuated men, staring intently at Ren Tingting.

Wen Cai leered, "Tingting, have you eaten yet? Come and eat—"

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Nine, who had reached his limit, had already raised his fist, and the next second the master and disciple were engaged in a close exchange.

The two settled down, and Uncle Nine and Ren Fa talked about things.

Ren Tingting gave a soft snort to Qiu Sheng and the other person, then turned to look at Chen Hengyi.

Her eyes lit up.

After a whiff of fragrance, Ren Tingting sat down next to Chen Hengyi.

"You must be Chen Hengyi? I've heard you've traveled to many places?"

Ren Tingting didn't approach Chen Hengyi because of his appearance, but because Uncle Jiu had mentioned Chen Hengyi during the day.

He was said to be knowledgeable and well-versed in Western culture, and he could speak fluent and fluent English.

Ren Tingting simply loves new and exciting things from outside, and in this secluded Renjia Town, Chen Hengyi is like a beacon, attracting Ren Tingting.

This scene was witnessed by Qiu Sheng and his companion.

Crack! My heart broke!

The two were so eager that even the chicken leg didn't taste good anymore.

Chen Hengyi was thinking about something else entirely.

"Ren Fa is a cunning old fox, and I doubt I'll be able to get any information out of him... but Ren Tingting is different."

When it comes to scheming and plotting, Chen Hengyi is definitely no match for Ren Fa, especially since this is Ren's territory.

In addition, Ren Fa didn't seem to like him much, and seemed indifferent to him.

Knowing the plot, he was naturally also aware of Ren Tingting's character.

Since someone has taken the initiative to approach us, let's accept it.

Chen Hengyi narrowed his phoenix eyes and smiled, "What does Miss Ren want to know? Is it San Francisco across the Atlantic, or the English Channel on the other side?"