Sure enough, just as Russell thought, when Uncle Jiu learned that the very grand and stylish church in the center of Jiuquan Town was going to be converted into a charity cemetery and given to him.
He was so angry that he gnashed his teeth, beat his chest and stamped his feet, feeling extremely regretful.
Why do I have to run to that door every day to pee
"Ah, ah, ah, drinking is the real culprit!"
Uncle Jiu felt that this was not his fault. It was mainly because the weather was cold and he took a few sips of wine every day, which made him feel dizzy and he couldn't help but run to urinate.
You really can't blame him!
Under Russell's weird gaze, Uncle Jiu's expression immediately changed, and he looked very disappointed.
"Look at you. I just want to live a low-key life in Jiuquan Town, occasionally catching monsters and looking at Feng Shui, but you made such a big fuss and even took over someone else's house."
Uncle Jiu had a melancholy look on his face, and he sighed repeatedly, "How can I raise my head in front of others? How can I expect the villagers to look at me?"
After saying this, he waved his hands and looked at the portrait of the founder of Maoshan with dignity and righteousness, which made people feel awe.
Haha, such acting skills and such rhetoric are worthy of you!
"Master, the more famous you are, the more people will see the charity cemetery if it is opened in the center of the town, right?"
Russell advised earnestly, "Maybe you can save a few more people by then, which will be a great deed."
"Um."
Uncle Jiu's eyes lit up. His young disciple's words really touched his heart. We live in a good house so that we can better slay demons and monsters.
The merits are immeasurable, the merits are immeasurable!
At this moment, the incense table in the hall that enshrined the portrait of the founder of Maoshan suddenly made a bang and made a strange sound.
Uncle Jiu was startled at first, and felt uneasy, afraid of being nagged by his master.
But on second thought, I have been subduing demons and monsters all my life, can't I just enjoy myself
Besides, that was a church built by a bunch of old bastards from abroad. I turned it into a charity cemetery. What do you call that? This is called bringing glory to the country!
Uncle Jiu straightened his waist immediately, feeling confident. There was no movement from the incense table in front of him for a long time.
He suddenly seemed to remember something, raised his eyebrows, bent down, and lifted the yellow curtain under the incense table.
Looking closely, I found that it was the little zombie, hiding there timidly.
Seeing Uncle Nine and Russell staring at him, he was so scared that he covered his eyes with his hands, as if they couldn't see him.
"This world is so big, there are all kinds of strange things, how could this little zombie not be afraid?"
Russell looked at the little zombie hiding under the incense table of Maoshan's founder and couldn't help but marvel at it.
This is an incense table, and there is a portrait of the founder of Maoshan on it. It is full of righteous energy. Ordinary evil spirits dare not approach it, let alone hide under it.
When Uncle Jiu saw the little zombie, he couldn't help but turn pale. He was just frightened by this little thing.
He stretched out his hand, grabbed the little zombie's ear and pulled him out. The little zombie waved his claws in pain.
Although the little zombie has intelligence, it is no longer a human being. Its body is different from that of ordinary people and is very hard.
But he happened to meet the wrong person, Uncle Nine, who pinched the little zombie with two fingers, making his face look aggrieved.
The little zombie kept babbling, and Uncle Jiu seemed to understand something, but Russell on the side just stared blankly.
He doesn't speak any zombie language.
But how could this be difficult for Russell, who is witty, smart, handsome and wise
He looked at the little zombie, reached into his arms and fumbled for a while, folded the paper man into a paper strip, and slowly stuck it on the little zombie's forehead.
As soon as the paper man was pasted down, the little zombie shook his head with some discomfort.
"Hey, why does this hat look so familiar?"
Russell took a closer look and immediately realized that not only the hat looked familiar, but also the little zombie's clothes looked familiar.
"Those are what you wore when you were a kid. Not to mention, they fit you pretty well."
Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction. Little Russell's clothes were all made by him personally. After several years, they were still strong and good-looking.
Well, I, Lin Jiu, am quite dexterous.
The little zombie twisted its head for a long time and finally stopped. The white paper on its forehead showed something, which seemed to be a picture, not the words that Russell imagined.
But Russell thought about it and it made sense. After all, they were so young and could only recognize a few words. There was no compulsory education here, and some people could not even recognize five words in their entire lives.
What Russell never expected was that this little zombie was also a soul painter, and the portrait displayed on the drawing paper was very vivid.
A Q version of Uncle Jiu, holding a big egg in his hand. The egg was slightly damaged and was pressed on Uncle Jiu's body.
Uncle Jiu and Russell looked at each other. He really couldn't understand the portrait. "What is he talking about?"
Russell pondered for a long time and said uncertainly, "You are like an egg?"
Uncle Nine: …
Uncle Jiu spread his arms and said righteously, "I took this little guy in, gave him food and water, how could he say I was an egg? You must have translated it wrong!"
Russell touched his head. The little zombie understood what Uncle Jiu said and kept shaking his head, as if to say that Russell had translated it wrong.
In order to let him see more, the portrait on the little zombie's forehead became more and more vivid. The huge egg kept cracking and a lot of strange egg juice flowed out.
"Uncle Nine is a bad guy."
Russell rolled his eyes. This was not what he said, but what Uncle Jiu realized himself.
This embarrassing scene made Uncle Jiu cough continuously, and Russell also laughed secretly beside him.
But before he could laugh for a while, a new image appeared on the paper on the little zombie's forehead, which was even more vivid.
But this time the protagonist is not Uncle Nine, but a Q version of Russell.
Little Russell was lying on the ground with his tongue sticking out. Two huge eggs, which also had cracks, were pressing on his body.
"Russell is a bad guy."
Russell: …
"Master, this little zombie has a brain problem, why don't we burn it!"
You dare to say that I am a big bad guy. I think you little zombie will go to heaven without going through the beatings of society.
When he heard that he was going to be burned, the little zombie trembled. The paper on his forehead changed again and turned into a little man. He kept shaking his head from side to side and tears came out of his eyes. He looked very pitiful.
Uncle Jiu slapped Russell's head fiercely, "What nonsense are you talking about? I tell you, you are his senior brother, you are not allowed to bully him!"
Russell curled his lips, his eyes moved quickly, and he immediately saw the copper coin sword on the incense table, and his heart was immediately filled with joy.
After a while, Uncle Nine left. Russell patted the little zombie on the head and spoke earnestly.
"Little thing, don't touch the copper coin sword on the incense table, and don't climb the incense table with a chair as a cushion, don't do that!"
After saying that, Russell left the room with a wicked smile. As soon as he left, the little zombie moved a chair and climbed onto the incense table.
Looking at the copper coin sword that was motionless, the little zombie tilted his head and then stretched out his little hand.
The copper coin sword flashed with golden light, and like an electric current, it reached the little zombie's hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
The little zombie trembled all over, as if he had been electrocuted. He shook on the spot for a long time, and then he suddenly let go of his hands.
The copper coin pad fell off, and he stopped shaking instantly, but the next moment, the copper coin sword happened to fall into his boots.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…”