Unlimited Adventures in Films and TV series Chapter 87: Mr. Ren

"Am I right?" Ninth Uncle walked over to Master Ren with a smile.

"Yes, the person who looked at Feng Shui said.... If the ancestors are buried vertically, it will be great to enter later." Master Ren thought for a while and said.

"What about the spirit?" Ninth Uncle asked.

"This..." Master Ren shook his head with a wry smile on his face as he walked forward: "In the past 20 years, our Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse, I don't know why? "

"I think that Mr. Feng Shui has a grudge against your Ren family!" Jiu Shu followed Master Ren and said as he walked.

"Have a grudge?" Master Ren wondered.

"Did the old man have any holiday with him in front of him?"

"This piece of land was originally owned by a feng shui master. My late father knew it was a good place, so he bought it with money."

"It's just a bait, no coercion."

"Hey...hehe..." Master Ren smiled awkwardly.

Seeing how Master Ren was hesitating to speak, Uncle Ninth probably guessed it: "I think it must be coercion, or he will never harm you, and he wants you to cover the entire dragonfly with cement. "As he spoke, he walked towards the excavated tomb.

"So, what should I do?" Master Ren followed behind.

"It should be covered with snowflakes, so that's called water. The head of the coffin can't touch the water. How can it be called water?" Ninth Uncle pointed to the excavated soil, and said, "He still has a conscience, so he calls you twenty. After the new year, the coffin will be relocated, and it will harm you for half your life, but not your whole life. It will harm your generation, but it will not harm your eighteenth generation."

After listening to Uncle Jiu's words, Master Ren had a heavy expression on his face.

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"I see."

Below the cemetery, there is a shout.

Everyone who was on the periphery gathered around one after another.

Qi Roger, who had been prepared for a long time, was carried by several people and placed above the excavated tomb.

Four men in white clothes lowered the ropes on the landing gear and tied one end of the unearthed coffin.

The coffin is really upright.

He tied the rope with a dead knot, then hooked the middle of the rope with an iron hook, and then everyone began to forcefully pull the coffin.

"Hey...hey..."

The sound of shouting and shouting was endless, and the coffin buried deep in the soil was gradually pulled out by everyone with the continuous efforts of everyone.

When the coffin began to be completely unearthed and hung in the air, the two men who had been prepared for a long time immediately wrapped the looped rope from below.

At the lower end of the coffin, tie it tight and fasten it.

Everyone helped, and the coffin was quickly placed on the ground.

Two of them held the brackets to support the other side of the coffin, and the lifting of the coffin was finally completed.

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"Send the rope, lift the nails!" After saying that, Uncle Ninth turned around and looked at everyone.

"Everyone, today is the reunion of Ren Gongweiyong. Anyone who is thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-five, and forty-eight, and is a Rooster or Ox, should turn around and avoid them."

After a few seconds.

"After the avoidance is over, everyone dresses up and opens the museum!"

The four people who lifted the nails are planning to open the museum.

"Quack quack quack..."

"Quack quack quack..."

Before the coffin was opened, a group of crows suddenly flew out of the woods in the woods not far away, and screeched in the sky above the woods.

Crows chirping, not a good sign.

Uncle Jiu stepped forward slowly, with a face on his face, and everyone followed closely behind.

At this point, the coffin has been pushed open.

Wu Qizhe lowered his head and looked into the coffin. The black air lingering inside the coffin was constantly leaking out. A middle-aged man in a Qing Dynasty official uniform was lying inside.

Compared to the face that had hardly changed before the burial, twenty years later, the body was stiff, but there was no sign of corruption at all.

Corpse...there is a problem!

The body of a man dressed in Qing Dynasty service has remained unchanged for 20 years. There is no doubt that such a strange phenomenon is definitely not a good thing!

Looking at the person lying in the coffin, Wu Qizhe knew that Mr. Ren was his biggest threat in the world of Mr. Zombie. The corpse in front of him was obviously not far from becoming a zombie.

Wu Qizhe had seen the movie, so he knew it well, and Jiu Shu frowned, naturally, based on past experience, plus the Maoshan technique he had learned, he also made a judgment.

"Father."

"Grandpa."

Master Ren and Ren Tingting fell to their knees.

"You alarmed the old man, the child is really unfilial." Master Ren said with a cry.

Compared to Wu Qizhe seeing the appearance of Mr. Ren, he thinks of zombies, but Ren Fa thinks that it is the appearance of his father before his death. It has been 20 years, and there is no change at all.

The touch in my heart is unimaginable by others.

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"Ninth Uncle, can this tomb still be used?" After sorting out his mood, Master Ren stood up and asked.

"The dragonfly touches the water, touch it again and again, and it will definitely not touch the same position again. This hole is useless." Ninth Uncle said.

"What should I do then?" Master Ren looked anxious.

"I propose to be cremated on the spot." Jiu Shu said with a serious expression.

"Cremation? No way! The most feared thing in front of my father is fire, I can't do this!" Like the plot of the movie, Master Ren immediately refused.

"Master Ren, there will be trouble if you don't cremate." Uncle Ninth said unequivocally.

"Anything will do, but it can't be cremated. You can think of other ways." Master Ren's stubborn thoughts at the moment, no one can persuade him.

"Well..." Uncle Ninth pondered for a while: "Okay~IndoMTL.com~ then temporarily store it in our Yizhuang, and tomorrow I will help the old man find another tomb so that he can rest in peace." With Master Ren insisting so, Uncle Ninth could only make other plans.

"Okay, close the lid of the coffin and carry it into the Yizhuang." Before Mr. Ren could speak, Awei had already shouted and ordered directly.

The security captain has been in the position for a long time, and it seems that he is used to ordering others.

"Master Ren, please go back first."

"Yes." Master Ren responded and sat on the stretcher human chair.

"Brother Wu, let's go back together." Ren Tingting stepped forward and grabbed Wu Qizhe's arm.

Awei, who was beside him, looked at the two people who were close to each other with a burst of jealousy.

"Tingting, go back first, I'll see if Uncle Ninth needs my help." He patted the back of Ren Tingting's pink hand.

"Okay, I'll go first, you remember to come back early." Ren Tingting said reluctantly, let go of Wu Qizhe's arm, turned around and followed Mr. Ren and the others.

Watching Ren Tingting leave, Wu Qizhe walked up to Ninth Uncle and said with a smile, "Ninth Uncle, do you need any help?"

"Aren't you afraid of this kind of place? There are graves everywhere." Jiu Shu smiled.

"A big man, how can you be afraid of these things." Wu Qizhe said disapprovingly.

Jiu Shu had a smile on his face. It's good to be interested. I'm afraid that there is no interest in this aspect. Wu Qizhe has not come to Yizhuang to look for him in the past three days, and he can't stop sighing.

He has always thought that the young man in front of him is a good seed for practicing Mao Shanshu. With a strong physique and a spirit full of spirit between his eyebrows, it would be great if he could be a successor.

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