My Master is Lin Zhengying

"I was patrolling outside last night, and there was no heavy rain!"

At this time, Nan Chen also interjected:

"That's right, senior brother, when I came back last night, it didn't rain."

At this moment, Nan Chen has already judged.

This Qiusheng, just like the original book, really met a ghost.

Even if he was on Qingxuan Mountain, he took the initiative to offer incense to Dong Xiaoyu for Qiusheng.

Letting Dong Xiaoyu entangle him didn't change the fact that Qiusheng was haunted by ghosts.

But Qiusheng was in a daze, extremely sleepy.

He didn't listen to it at all, just leaned on the chair and was about to fall asleep.

Uncle Jiu wanted to ask.

Ren Tingting and Master Ren walked out of the house.

Ren Tingting was holding a large plate with many bowls of glutinous rice porridge.

Master Ren was also carrying a plate of pickles and buns.

"Breakfast, dinner."

"Let's talk about something after breakfast."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he saw that Qiu Sheng had fallen asleep.

He just sighed helplessly and didn't ask any more questions.

Literary talents on the side.

I've been starving for a long time.

Seeing glutinous rice porridge, the whole person became excited.

"Tingting, give me a bowl."

As he spoke, Wencai grabbed a bowl.

Then sat on the bed, gobbled it up.

Seeing Master Ren and Ren Tingting, Ah Wei came forward to say hello with a smile.

"Uncle, cousin..."

Ever since Ah Wei was tricked by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai last time.

Ren Tingting is also very repulsive to Ah Wei now.

At this time, he didn't even say hello, he just bypassed him, and said to Uncle Jiu and Nan Chen:

"Uncle Nine, Brother Nanchen, it's time for breakfast."

Awei stood there with a dull expression, speechless.

Then Master Ren asked;

"Ah Wei, did you catch the zombie?"

Awei smiled wryly:

"Uncle Biao, I'm here today for this matter."

Then he turned his head and asked Uncle Jiu:

"Uncle Jiu, I want to go catch zombies with you."

Uncle Jiu was drinking glutinous rice porridge, listening to Ah Wei's question.

Pointing directly to the outside of the house:

"If you want to catch it now, catch it now, the zombie was shot by the ink fountain thread, and it was hit by my spell.

Now I can’t move my hands and feet, I should hide nearby…”

After hearing this, Awei was overjoyed and continued to ask:

"Uncle Jiu, shall we go there in a while?"

Uncle Jiu sighed:

"No, I have to watch them now..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Qiusheng and Wencai.

One is bitten by a zombie and undergoing a slow necromorphosis.

One was fascinated by ghosts, sucked in yang energy, and was sleeping soundly on the verge of death.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu didn't go, Ah Wei felt a little palpitated and embarrassed.

He can see the ferocity of the zombies, even guns can't kill them.

If the mayor of the squire didn't urge him, he wouldn't want to catch zombies even if he was killed.