Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 238 Let Chu Renmei Fight Erlang Shen

Ren Tingting watched the two of them run out mysteriously, looking puzzled: "Why did they go to the outhouse together?"

Roger picked up his coffee and smiled faintly: "It's a secret between men."

Ren Tingting pouted: "So secretive, are you plotting something to get back at me?"

Roger shrugged: "Let them try."

As he spoke, he glanced discreetly at the person opposite him.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were sitting in the opposite corner, peeking around with shifty eyes, looking just like backup guys spying on a couple's date.

The two stared at Roger and Ren Tingting, who were whispering sweet nothings to each other, and the more they looked, the more uncomfortable they felt.

Wen Cai couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Tell me, how come Mr. Ren's beautiful daughter ended up with that kid?"

Qiu Sheng sighed: "You're right, I don't understand it either."

Wen Cai wailed, "Why? Just because he's handsome?"

Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes: "Who do you think you are? You think you're some kind of handsome guy?"

Wen Cai nodded seriously: "I'm a handsome guy too."

Qiu Sheng was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Do you have a car? They came in a rickshaw."

Wencai retorted, "I dreamt about it."

Qiu Sheng continued to press: "So, do you have money? I heard he comes from a wealthy family in the provincial capital."

Wen Cai, with his neck stiffened, shouted: "I may be poor, but I have ambition!"

Qiu Sheng sighed: "You have ambition, but they also have foreign degrees, foreign magic, and foreign zombies..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Cai immediately exploded: "That's right, I forgot about that!"

"He said he had mummy-killing in Egypt and had also learned some foreign magic."

"These days even zombies are foreign, so what can't be foreign?"

"If things continue like this, we Maoshan might as well go abroad and get some gilded credentials, and become a foreign Maoshan."

Wencai grew angrier the more he thought about it and was about to continue complaining.

Qiu Sheng suddenly noticed Roger's gaze sweeping over him.

He snapped out of his daze, immediately shut up, and tugged at Wencai's sleeve: "Stop talking, that kid's watching us."

Wencai quickly lowered his head, pretending to be nonchalant, while humming a little tune.

Soon, Ren Fa and Uncle Jiu walked back from the outhouse, their arms around each other's shoulders.

Uncle Jiu said with a righteous expression, "Let's not delay, let's prepare to move Old Master Ren's grave."

Ren Fa nodded repeatedly: "Thanks to Uncle Jiu's help, otherwise I would have been feeling uneasy."

He turned to Roger and Ren Tingting and said, "You two should go and take a look too."

……

The group set off in a grand procession, their destination the Ren family ancestral graves outside the town.

Boss Ren summoned more than a dozen strong men, complete with hoes, shovels, and ropes.

According to the previously agreed-upon procedure, the coffin will first be placed in Uncle Jiu's mortuary, and then reburied on an auspicious day and at a suitable burial site.

After all, there are many rules and regulations for relocating graves in wealthy families, and it cannot be done casually.

Otherwise, if we hold a grand ceremony today, someone will come and steal the body tomorrow.

This world is in chaos; who knows who might be trying to get rich by robbing tombs.

Before long, the grave was dug up, revealing a dark coffin.

Roger stared at the coffin for a few seconds, then suddenly whispered to Ren Tingting:
"Based on my experience..."

"Your grandfather is at risk of turning into a zombie."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Before Ren Tingting could react, Ren Fa's face had already turned green.

"what?"

He nearly threw the incense ash in his hand at Roger's face: "You little brat, you've got some nerve, daring to say my own father has turned into a zombie?"

Just because of what you said, if you can marry Tingting in the future, I'll take your surname.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, upon hearing this, couldn't help but complain from the side:

"Does this kid have vision problems?"

"And it's not polite at all."

"Who says someone's elders have turned into zombies?" But just as they were chattering and complaining, Uncle Nine suddenly frowned and carefully examined the coffin.

His gaze sharpened: "Hmm..."

"This burial site is a 'dragonfly skimming the water' spot, where the yin energy gathers and does not disperse."

"And judging from the condition of the coffin, it really might be..."

"evil Dead!"

So, Uncle Nine quickly grabbed Ren Fa and gave him some instructions.

Upon hearing that even Uncle Nine had said so, Ren Fa panicked immediately:

"Uncle Jiu, could something really have gone wrong?"

"That kid is definitely talking nonsense, don't believe him."

Uncle Nine's face darkened, and his tone became serious: "Open the coffin and examine the body!"

"what?"

Ren Fa almost choked on his own saliva. "Uncle Jiu, are you serious?"

Uncle Nine ignored him and waved his hand, "Someone, open the coffin."

Ren Fa felt like crying but had no tears, thinking to himself.

All I wanted to do was find a better burial site for my dead father, so why is he suddenly coming back to life?

But he dared not disobey Uncle Nine's orders, so he could only bite the bullet and let the men do it.

As several crowbars were inserted into the seams of the coffin, a dull thud was heard.

The coffin lid was slowly slid open.

Everyone held their breath and looked into the coffin.

The person inside the coffin was dressed in a burial garment, with a lifelike face and skin that gleamed with an eerie glow, showing no signs of decay whatsoever!
Ren Fa was so frightened by his dead father that his legs went weak: "Holy crap! My dad hasn't rotted in twenty years?"

Qiu Sheng was so frightened that he took a step back.

Wen Cai trembled and hid behind him, protecting his senior brother in front of him.

Uncle Nine looked at the corpse in the coffin with a solemn expression: "It really is a sign of impending zombie transformation."

"The yin energy here is too heavy. If it is not dealt with in time, the corpses may rise to life tonight."

Upon hearing this, Ren Fa almost collapsed to his feet: "Then... what do we do now?"

Uncle Nine looked at Roger and said meaningfully, "Mr. Roger has such insight, why don't you give it a try first?"

"I also want to see some Western magic."

Roger smiled, stepped forward, and looked at the lifelike, incorruptible body of Old Master Ren in the coffin.

Let him deal with the zombies?
Laugh to death.

What's the difference between this and sending Chu Renmei to fight Erlang Shen Zhenjun?
Let alone Erlang Shen, they wouldn't even bother fighting Xiaotian Dog.

However, Roger was still prepared to make a move.

While the Book of the Dead can indeed summon the dead, it is used to deal with foreign zombies.

For genuine Chinese zombies like these, which are produced locally, we still have to use the methods left by our ancestors to get them working.

As he thought about it, he raised his hand and gently made a hand seal.

A golden light flew from his fingertips and landed lightly on the coffin.

The next second, the originally gloomy graveyard suddenly became warm.

The bluish-black sheen on the corpse's face gradually faded.

Even the air feels fresher.

No one could understand it.

Uncle Nine stared at Roger with a look of utter shock, his eyes revealing a hint of existential doubt.

He muttered to himself, "What...what kind of magic is this?"

"It's not Maoshan magic, nor is it from Longhu Mountain."

"What kind of magic is this?"

Roger looked at Uncle Nine, and for a moment he really didn't know how to explain.

Because this is not a spell.

You don't need any fancy stuff to deal with a tiny zombie.

(End of this chapter)