therefore,
Jiang Fan then set his sights on Uncle Jiu's ghost-catching artifacts, using a fabricated reason to fit his identity: to protect cultural and spiritual artifacts lost in war or that might be lost in war, Jiang Fan wanted Uncle Jiu to donate a few of his ghost-catching artifacts so that he could take them back to the Central Plains and donate them to a museum after he left.
Of course, the donation was not unconditional. In fact, Jiang Fan, who had nothing to prove his identity, had long been prepared to use profit to seduce Uncle Jiu with an 800-dollar deposit.
"I am willing to use 800 silver dollars as a deposit to thank Uncle Jiu for donating the three cultural relics: a copper coin sword, a peach wood needle, and a Bagua mirror. Before I leave, I will raise 2,000 silver dollars to give to you as a reward for your contribution of cultural relics to the country."
When Jiang Fan said that the eight hundred silver dollars was just a deposit, Uncle Jiu was indeed stunned. He usually only performed rituals for the dead and took care of the mortuary. He knew what eight hundred silver dollars meant. He could only earn a few silver dollars after working hard for a ritual.
Now that Jiang Fan is asking for a deposit of 800 silver dollars for just a few small items, if Uncle Jiu hadn't used those items his whole life, he would have suspected that those items were made of gold!
Jiang Fan knew,
The closer you are to success, the more cautious and calm you must be!
Shaking his head, Jiang Fan said to Uncle Jiu, "Uncle Jiu, what you are doing is not helping me, but helping the Chinese nation. Looking ahead a hundred years, when future generations visit these artifacts in museums, when they admire the wisdom of their ancestors from the next thousand years, how proud and honored they will feel!"
Jiang Fan walked up to Uncle Jiu, put his hand on Uncle Jiu's arm, and said, "I will engrave your name next to the cultural relics you donated, so that your name can be passed down with these cultural relics that represent the crystallization of the people's wisdom."
Jiang Fan's move can be summed up in one word: ruthless.
Two words: Too ruthless!
For people of this era, having their names remembered is their greatest dream in life. For some, including Uncle Jiu, having their names remembered is something they never even dared to dream of. Now, Jiang Fan tells him that he only needs to donate a few small items so that his name can be engraved on jade for people to admire.
The best part is, you get paid!
What a wonderful thing this is!
Uncle Nine's Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "It's too much. These are just small items, not worth that much. Eight hundred silver dollars is enough. There's no need for you to raise the money, young master. Furthermore, I hope you won't engrave my name on the donation. Just engrave 'Donated by a disciple of Maoshan'."
With a dramatic flair, Jiang Fan sighed heavily and said, "Uncle Jiu is truly a Taoist master!"
Uncle Nine coughed lightly, puffed out his chest, and said, "You flatter me, you flatter me."
At the dinner table.
While eating heartily, Qiu Sheng, holding his rice bowl, asked curiously when his master told him to bring the copper coin sword, peach wood needle, and Bagua mirror to Jiang Fan later. He then learned that Jiang Fan had bought these three small items for eight hundred silver dollars, and that they were being donated to a museum as cultural relics, with the donor's name to be engraved on them.
Qiu Sheng put down his rice bowl, remained silent for a moment, and said to Jiang Fan, "Brother Fan, I have a peach wood sword that my master passed down to me. It is said to be made of thousand-year-old peach wood..."
"Smack!"
Qiu Sheng was suddenly smacked on the head by Uncle Jiu. "Eat your food properly!"
...
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The night grew darker.
The dining table had already been cleaned up. Jiang Fan was sitting inside chatting and laughing with Uncle Jiu. It was getting late, and the mortuary was remote and sparsely populated. Uncle Jiu was worried that Jiang Fan might encounter the zombie that was hiding somewhere, so he asked Jiang Fan to stay at the mortuary for the night.
Jiang Fan naturally wouldn't object to Uncle Nine's decision.
Because Jiang Fan knew,
Tonight is the last night of the Mr. Vampire storyline. The zombie that Old Master Ren has transformed into will not only kill people again, but will also rush to the mortuary to take the life of his only blood relative, Ren Tingting.
After dinner, Jiang Fan appeared to be chatting with Uncle Jiu while sitting in his chair, but in reality, he was going over the plan he had made for tonight in his mind over and over again. Jiang Fan could not tolerate the slightest mistake in tonight's plan!
bring it on!
"I'm waiting for you here," Jiang Fan said, his gaze falling on the open wooden door, beyond which lay complete darkness.
Ten minutes later,
The sound of several people running quickly came from outside the mortuary. Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "They're here!"
Several torches illuminated the darkness outside the gate, and a few uniformed policemen, led by a bespectacled officer, rushed in. The bespectacled officer burst into the house, panting, and said to Uncle Nine, "Uncle Nine, that zombie has appeared again!"
Uncle Nine, ignoring Jiang Fan, suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "Ah!"
immediately,
Uncle Nine ran over, grabbed his coat, and told Qiu Sheng to follow him. He then said to Wen Cai and the officer, "Stop talking, get your weapons out, close the door, and keep an eye on Tingting!"
They came and went in a hurry.
The group quickly disappeared, carrying torches.
"call……"
Jiang Fan closed his eyes, lay back in the chair, and silently waited for the zombie to arrive.
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Chapter Fourteen: The Zombie Attack
The mortuary in the north of the city was brightly lit. Candles were lit in several buildings, and lanterns in the corridors of the courtyard were also lit. The usually dark corners and edges of the courtyard were illuminated by the torches planted by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.
The entire mortuary,
It was illuminated as brightly as day by lights that could be seen everywhere.
Because of Ren Tingting's presence, when Uncle Jiu left with a group of police officers, he specifically instructed Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng to reinforce all the doors and windows of the main room to prevent Qiu Sheng and the others from being unprepared if the zombie that Old Master Ren had transformed into attacked.