"Brother, do you know this problem?"
Russell took a small bowl and scooped up some goat milk, then tasted it happily.
Qiu Sheng's face was stiff and he smiled bitterly. If he had known earlier, he would not have teased his junior brother. Instead, he became the one being teased.
He glanced at her and tried to change the subject, "Junior brother, did you sleep well yesterday? Did you notice anything unusual?"
Russell knew that he was changing the subject, but his curiosity was still aroused. Was there anything else that happened last night besides the fuller moon
"What happened yesterday?"
When Qiu Sheng mentioned yesterday, his face became solemn and his voice became much lower. "Master didn't bring back a coffin yesterday."
"The coffin was fine in the first half of the night, but the noise came from it in the second half."
Qiu Sheng's words became more and more horrifying. "Wencai died in his sleep, so I got up to check. Guess what I saw?"
"What?"
Russell half-joked, "Could it be possible that you encountered a female ghost?"
Qiu Sheng was stunned, and Russell was also stunned. He did not expect that his junior brother guessed so accurately, and Russell did not expect it to be so bloody.
Since the female ghost dared to come to the charity cemetery, it was even more exciting than dancing on a grave. She was dancing in front of Uncle Jiu.
What a courage!
Qiu Sheng seemed to have thought of something, his face looked a little lewd, "I saw a woman, the kind without clothes, and that thing."
He gestured with his hands, drawing a semicircle in the air. "Big, white, and round."
Big, white and round
Russell remembered that last night when he was fertilizing the sapling, he saw that the moon was very round.
Now that I think about it carefully, it seemed like there were two moons at that time, and they were right above the wall.
. . .
"I didn't know that woman was a ghost. When she was walking around the charity cemetery, I immediately realized something was wrong, so I quietly ran to the master's room and called the master. It turned out to be a female ghost!"
Qiu Sheng had a smug look on his face. If he was outside, in a grove or an alley, and a panicked and weak woman came out and asked him for help, and he wanted to be a hero and save the beauty, he would most likely be confused.
But it was the late night, and in the charity cemetery, he was naked, expressionless, and walking under the moonlight.
Still saying no problem
Aren't you just fooling idiots? Do you really think I, Qiu Sheng, am a fool
Qiu Sheng snorted twice, "Junior brother, I'm not bragging, no matter how beautiful this female ghost is, I will never fall for her."
snort!
Russell sneered and said, "Undead Knight Qiu Sheng, I have heard of your name a long time ago."
Qiu Sheng was still talking excitedly, "Then the master fought with the female ghost for 800 rounds, a battle that lasted a whole night!"
A night of battle
Russell nodded as if he had understood something. He finally understood the look in his master's eyes that morning.
He slept so soundly even though he was beaten so hard last night.
No wonder Uncle Jiu had dark circles and bloodshot eyes. He was overworked last night and didn’t sleep at all!
After fighting with Uncle Jiu for a whole night, he still has some strength. No wonder Uncle Jiu said that this thing is not easy to deal with and carried the coffin back.
"It's a little funny to say that the ghost was walking in the yard because she wanted to escape.
At this point, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but start to hold back his laughter.
"What's the result?"
Russell couldn't help but have a bad feeling in his heart.
Qiu Sheng pointed at the small tree at the gate of the yard and said, "Last night, the smell of your boy's urine was very strong, which disgusted the female ghost so much that she would rather walk in the yard than go there."
Russell's face turned red with embarrassment. This charity cemetery was Uncle Jiu's base camp. The surrounding walls and sky were already covered with a net to prevent evil spirits from escaping. The only entrance and exit was from the yard to the front door.
Coincidentally, there was a tree along the passage from the backyard to the front door, and Russell often got up in the middle of the night to fertilize it.
This isn't Russell's fault either.
First of all, the charity cemetery was quite large, and Russell was young, so it was too far for him to walk to the outhouse, so it was more convenient to relieve himself there.
Secondly, this little tree is too small. Wouldn’t it be better to apply some farmyard manure to it
Russell refused to admit that it was his laziness that was the problem.
"Brother, where is that female ghost? Did Master kill her again?"
When Russell thought about this question, his eyes suddenly lit up. This female ghost was so ferocious, she must have at least more energy than that old yellow-skinned guy.
He estimated that it was at least two hundred, considering that the old yellow-skinned guy was already 150.
Qiu Sheng shook his head, "The female ghost is not dead yet, she is sealed by the master!"
Russell jumped off the chair without saying a word. After taking two steps, he turned his head and drank the goat milk in the bowl on the table in two gulps.
After wiping his mouth, he ran towards the backyard with his short legs. Qiu Sheng was anxious, "Little Junior Brother, you can't move around. Master has put several layers of talismans on it and specifically told me to do that!"
He hurriedly ran after him, but it was too late. Russell had already climbed onto the coffin. The coffin was open and covered with dense plumb lines.
And next to it was a coffin lid that was torn into pieces.
Just looking at the extent of the shattering, you can tell how fierce the battle was last night.
Russell stretched his head and found a woman in a red robe with a pair of pink eyes closed. She was lying in the coffin with a calm expression on her face, as if she was sleeping soundly.
He was a little curious and reached out to touch the woman. The woman's skin was moist and elastic, and felt like a living person's, but a little cold.
Qiu Sheng was so frightened by Russell's actions that he picked him up and said, "Junior brother, you can't touch me!"
As soon as Russell's little hand left, the woman in the coffin slowly opened her eyes and looked at Russell.
Qiu Sheng was frightened by being stared at and took several steps back.
Russell smiled, and turned to look at Qiu Sheng, "Brother, I have a bold decision, do you want to join me?"
Qiu Sheng quickly shook his head. Every time this happened, something bad must have happened.
In the past few years, he had no idea how much blame he had taken for Russell.
“You’ll make a lot of money.”
Qiu Sheng was a little hesitant.
"I'll give you half when the time comes, and we'll split it fifty-fifty."
Qiu Sheng was shaken. He whispered, "Junior brother, what are you going to do? Are you going to violate the rules of our ancestors?"
"hey-hey!"
Russell didn't say anything either. He took out a blank paper figure from his arms and cast a spell with both hands.
"Paper Man Soul-stealing Technique!"
“Photo!”
The paper man flew directly to the ghost girl's forehead. The ghost girl wanted to struggle, but she screamed because of the burns from the ink lines around her.
Gradually, the ghost girl's voice became smaller and smaller, and then disappeared.
Russell looked at the paper figure in his hand and smiled.
A few days later.
Renjia Town Stage.
"In troubled times, I can't bear to watch the flames of war burning the mountains and rivers.
Although I am in a low position, I never forget to worry about my country, even though no one knows me.
The old color disappeared when people walked past the stage.
The people on the stage sang heartbreaking farewell songs. "
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but open his mouth wide as he watched the scene in front of him. On the stage, a woman in red was singing, and below the stage, hundreds of people were looking up to listen.
This is indeed somewhat inconsistent with the rules of Maoshan.
"Master, this is the money I earned today, about a hundred dollars."
Looking at the huge pile of silver dollars in his apprentice's hand, Uncle Jiu's eyes widened.
"Ahem, how can you sing alone? It's a bit too lonely. I'll go around and see if I can catch another one to keep this one company."