Uncle Nine: I became Master Qianhe, and my fame resounded throughout the Daoist sect.

Chapter 135: Beating Ren Weiyong Completed

This kick was like Mount Tai crushing an egg, containing overwhelming force. Ren Weiyong flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall, where plaster fell off like snowflakes.

"Ah, my home!" Uncle Jiu's heart ached when he saw this.

As soon as Ren Weiyong landed, Qianhe followed closely behind, grabbing his shoulders with hands like iron claws, forcefully throwing him up, spinning him several times in the air, and then slamming him to the ground like trash.

At this moment, Ren Weiyong was in a sorry state, like a stray dog, his body a mess.

Chizuru stood firmly, and snorted coldly, "Is that all you've got?"

As she spoke, Chizuru took a step forward, and the terrifying pressure of the Celestial Master erupted like a surging wave.

Ren Weiyong was stunned by Qianhe's aura and immediately trembled like a leaf.

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"no!"

Qianhe doesn't want to drive it now and plans to go back to Jiuquan Town to drive it again.

He looked at Ren Weiyong and said calmly, "Behave yourself and go back to your coffin!"

Qianhe's words startled Ren Weiyong, who then scurried to the coffin and lay down on it again.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw the moon and fell into deep thought.

Yes, he's missing a coffin lid!

He stood up, flashed a zombie grin, and then ran to pick up the coffin lid.

"Hey, hey, hey, carry the coffin in first, then you can lie down in it!" Chizuru continued.

Upon hearing this, Ren Weiyong excitedly ran forward, wanting to hug him, but he couldn't.

He's still a black zombie, not yet at the hairy zombie stage.

Only those with stiff hair can easily bend their hands.

Chizuru's lips twitched after looking at it: "East, west, south, north, carry the coffin inside!"

"Yes, Master!"

Everyone in the east, west, south, and north was stunned.

In the past, their master would fight zombies by stabbing them repeatedly with a peach wood sword.

Why has the approach changed now?

But the ending was even better; the zombies became more obedient.

Just thinking about it is so exciting!

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Ren Weiyong was like that, and Qianhe was not coy at all, having no intention of continuing to bully him.

When Qiu Shengwen saw the coffin return to its original position, his jaw nearly dropped; he was completely dumbfounded.

Zhang Dadan was also extremely astonished.

He thought to himself: This is a real man!

“He probably won’t dare to raise the corpse and cause trouble anymore,” Qianhe said with a slight smile.

Uncle Nine nodded slightly, then instructed Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, and Zhang Dadan to prepare paper, pen, ink, sword, and knife. He then carefully crafted the ink line and flicked it onto the paper like playing the piano.

This move can be described as taking precautions, adding another layer of solid protection to the coffin.

But actually, it didn't have to be like that. After Qianhe's beating, Ren Weiyong didn't dare to come out and get beaten anymore.

The outside world is so terrible, he just wants to rot in the mud and doesn't want to go out and get beaten up.

"How dare you, Qiu Sheng, put the coffin on!" Uncle Nine said at this moment.

Zhang Dadan scratched his head: "Master, I'm planning to change my name to Sammo Hung."

"Aren't you surnamed Zhang?" Uncle Nine asked, his lips twitching.

“Oh, right, my name is Zhang Jinbao!” Zhang Dadan nodded and said.

Qianhe was speechless when he saw Zhang Dadan acting like this, but he didn't say anything.

Next up was Zhang Dadan and Qiu Sheng's turn to flick ink lines. Zhang Dadan was more meticulous; he even flicked ink lines onto the bottom of the coffin.

In this way, Ren Weiyong would have no way to escape.

Ren Weiyong could never cross the ink line made by the Ninth Uncle of the Half-Step Celestial Master.

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The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and Uncle Nine said loudly, "Junior Brother, come to the living room for tea!"

"Okay!" Chizuru replied and moved to the living room.

Qianhe followed Uncle Jiu into the living room. As soon as she sat down, she couldn't wait to say, "Senior brother, besides dealing with this zombie matter, I have something else to tell you. I now have time to refine pills."

The implication was that Uncle Nine should hand over all the rare and precious materials, and he would help Uncle Nine "squander" them.

Oh no, I should say we'll refine pills, and then we'll split the profits!

Uncle Nine picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled. "Oh? I didn't expect Junior Brother to have some free time. I just wonder how much magical power is required for alchemy?"

A sly glint flashed in Qianhe's eyes: "Magic power is not a problem, what I care about is the alchemy furnace. I wonder if you have one, Senior Brother?"

"Huh? The alchemy furnace? What happened to your previous alchemy furnace?" Uncle Nine asked with a look of suspicion.

His junior brother was able to refine pills before, so he must have had a pill furnace, right?

"Ahem, well, it's like this. I want to refine a special kind of pill. The materials required for this pill are all rare treasures, and even the requirements for the pill furnace are extremely demanding. So I wonder if you have any here, Senior Brother?" Qianhe made up a story on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Nine's eyes lit up: "Special pills?"

"Exactly!"

"Haha, junior brother, you've finally found the right person! You can wait here for a bit!" When Uncle Nine said to wait a bit, he deliberately used the word "wait," which shows how happy he was at that moment!

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