The bride collapsed inside the bridal sedan chair.
Afterwards, Jia Le Yi Xiu and the other Taoist priests checked on her and breathed a sigh of relief when they found that she was just unconscious.
Qingqing immediately ran over, helped the bride up, and shook her until the bride woke up.
"Ah! A snake! A snake demon is eating people! It's eating people!" the bride screamed as soon as she woke up.
"The snake demon is no longer here, the snake demon is no longer here," Qingqing quickly comforted her.
Then, the three Taoist priests gathered around.
"We are here to rescue people at the request of Steward Zhou," Master Simu bowed.
"Ah! Is this Uncle Zhou? Did he send you?" The bride glanced around furtively and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized the snake demon was gone.
"Yes, you just said that the snake demon ate people, is that true?" Master Ikkyu asked.
“It’s true, I saw two people fly straight into the snake demon’s mouth,” the bride said.
"Saw it with your own eyes?"
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."
"Come on, let's go to our place first! Butler Zhou is waiting."
Afterwards, the group took the bride back home.
"It seems the snake demon still ate people. Well, how can you believe what a demon says?" Master Four Eyes muttered to himself from behind.
Lin Qing traversed the mountains and forests quickly, and after several hours, he finally returned to the entrance of the cave.
Then, at the deepest part of the cave, they saw the gorilla Lin Xing still snoring.
Seeing this, Lin Qing didn't wake Lin Xing, but climbed onto the stone platform and sat down to rest.
The next morning, Lin Qing woke up early, stretched, and then woke Lin Xing.
Then they left the cave with the gorilla, and it's unclear which way they went.
Not long after the zombie incident, Uncle Nine received an invitation from his former lover, Lian Mei.
Da Shuai and Da Long suffer from a strange illness where they tremble for no reason, and they are increasingly fond of eating raw food.
Lianmei's younger sister, Nianying, came to Uncle Jiu's place and asked him to come to the Marshal's Mansion to treat her husband, Dalong's, strange illness.
That day, Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai arrived at the Marshal's Mansion in another town.
Uncle Nine was dressed in a suit and tie, all to make a good impression on his sister Lian.
When Da Long found out that the Ninth Uncle who had come to treat him was his wife's old flame, he started mocking him, calling him "Dougu Ying" all the time.
Uncle Nine didn't care; he only wanted to see his sister Lian.
After Da Long treated Uncle Jiu and his two disciples to lunch, Uncle Jiu asked Da Long to take him to the ancestral hall.
"This village is located on a hillside, facing the sea to the east."
"There are high mountains behind us, and the sea breeze blows moisture in."
"Blocked by high mountains, it rains as soon as it encounters cold winds."
"So when we came in just now, it was sunny and there were several heavy downpours."
"In Feng Shui, these formations are called 'the immortals splashing water'."
"So most of the people who live here are very rich," Uncle Nine boasted to Da Long.
"Hey! I should have asked my mom to move here too!" Qiu Sheng said.
“That’s right!” Wencai chimed in.
Before long, the group arrived at the ancestral hall of the Da Long family.
The ten soldiers hurriedly ran to the entrance of the ancestral hall and stood up respectfully.
"Judging from the layout of the 'divine water-splashing' formation, the people in this village should definitely not be buried after they die." Uncle Jiu saw the flaws in the feng shui.
"Master, what will happen if we bury him in the ground?" Qiu Sheng asked hurriedly.
"If the coffin touches the ground, it will bring bad luck to the whole family."
"Don't even mention burial; if the coffin absorbs the earth's energy, the house will suffer misfortune," Uncle Nine said seriously.
"Really?" Da Long was a little skeptical.
“If I’m not mistaken, the coffins inside are definitely not arranged in an ordinary way,” Uncle Nine said confidently, shaking his finger.
"Hehehehe! Someone, open the door!" The commander sneered a few times.
"Yes!" Two soldiers then opened the gate.
Uncle Nine and his two companions went inside, but Da Long jumped up the steps before going in himself.
"Yes! Good placement, they're all hung up."
"Look, they even use a basin of water to separate the base of the pillar from the ground."
"May I ask, General, which feng shui master set up this arrangement?" Uncle Nine asked with eager anticipation.
"Hahaha! It's none other than the renowned Master Sammo Hung, famous throughout Guangdong, Hong Kong, and Macau!" Da Long laughed heartily.
"Amazing, amazing!" Uncle Nine praised, giving a thumbs up.
Uncle Nine then walked around and noticed something was wrong.
“Oh no, there’s a problem. Who’s inside?” Uncle Nine asked, pointing to a coffin.
The rope suspending the coffin on one side snapped, and the coffin in front fell to the ground.
"My dad!" Da Long said, pouting.
"It's already turned into a zombie!" Uncle Nine said calmly.
"How could this be? Someone, come here!"
"have!"
"Open it and take a look," Da Long ordered.
The four soldiers immediately stepped forward to open the coffin, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't open it at all.
"The coffin is being sucked in by the corpse's aura, so of course it can't be opened in broad daylight!" Uncle Nine explained to them.
Chapter 46 The New Zombie (Please add to your favorites and recommend)
"Master, that inside really is a zombie!" Wen Cai recalled the fear he felt a few days ago when he was grabbed by a zombie.
"Reporting, Commander! We can't open it." Several soldiers then stood aside.
Seeing this, Da Long and Uncle Nine approached the coffin:
"Hey! Speaking of which, what does my illness have to do with my dad?" Da Long asked Uncle Jiu.
“Your father’s coffin was contaminated with the aura of death, so it turned into a zombie.”
"You were injured by him, so you were infected with corpse poison."
After Uncle Nine finished speaking, he turned around and slapped Qiu Sheng, who was leaning against the coffin and sucking in air: "Hey! What are you sucking for?"
"Hey? How can it be cured?" Da Long asked anxiously.
Uncle Nine glanced at Qiu Sheng, who was still smoking, and turned his head away speechlessly, saying, "We'll lure him out when it gets dark."
"Zombies will harm their own family members first, so it will chase after you and bite you. We'll pull its weight off then."
"I'll grind it into powder and give it to you to eat. Fighting poison with poison will cure you," Uncle Nine said with a sigh.
"Alright! Do as you say, guard!"
"Yes!" the guards shouted in unison.
"If I go out first tonight, the world will be at peace."
"If those three show themselves, kill them without mercy," Da Long ordered viciously.
"Yes!" Then all the guards ran out and stood guard at the door.
Qiu Sheng, who had been nodding, suddenly turned pale along with Uncle Jiu and Wen Cai.
Soon after, Uncle Jiu and Qiu Shengwencai felt something was wrong with their stomachs. They had eaten sashimi and similar things for lunch.
Now everyone has diarrhea.
After a fierce battle, the zombie's teeth were finally worn down, and then Uncle Nine killed it with a single sword strike.
Da Long also didn't get to eat the zombie tooth powder.
"After they finish eating, take them out and shoot them," Da Long ordered, sitting upright in his chair.
"You don't need to get so angry. I heard there are zombies in Tengteng Town, Guangxi."
"As long as you let us out, we will definitely find tooth powder to cure your illness within three days," Uncle Jiu said.
"Alright then! You two stay here, you go find the tooth powder." Da Long breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you don't return within three days, you will die."
After hearing this, Uncle Nine immediately turned and left. Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng exchanged a glance, their hands still raised.
"Master, go ahead! What's the harm in us dying? Anyway..."
"Anyway, we'll always eat your leftovers!" Qiu Sheng said.
"Use your bathwater to take a bath."
"If we're just watching a play, then we're watching the leftovers. If we two die, it's just like two dogs dying."
“What kind of dog is this! It’s not even as good as a dog! It’s more like a flea!” Wencai retorted.
Then, Qiu Sheng whispered in Uncle Jiu's ear:
"Master! We don't want to die at the hands of this tyrant! We'd rather die by your hand than by your hand."
“Mhm!” Wencai chimed in from the side.