Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Chapter 274 Sudden rainstorm, the ink fountain line was washed away

Han Feng didn't care at all, his eyes were always on the coffin.

Uncle Simu hurried forward and pulled Han Feng away, apologizing to the other party.

"Children are ignorant, so don't blame Wuguan, hehehe!"

Han Feng stood next to Aqiang, Qianhe looked at the two unfamiliar faces and asked curiously, "Brother, who are these two?"

"Oh, this is Han Feng, Brother Nine's apprentice."

"Oh! It turns out that this young man is the new little apprentice of Brother Nine. He is not bad! Hehe..."

"Uncle Qianhe, thanks!" Han Feng said modestly.

When Aqiang was introduced, the fourth-eyed master's chest immediately stood up, and his tone was full of pride.

"Ah Qiang, come on, I've seen you Uncle Qianhe!"

"Master Uncle Qianhe!" Ah Qiang gestured awkwardly.

"Junior brother, Ah Qiang is my new apprentice, and he came back with me only two days ago."

"Oh! Brother, your thousand-year-old iron tree will bloom one day! You actually accepted an apprentice?!"

"What's that called! I'm already this age, if I don't take another apprentice, wouldn't it be a waste of all my abilities?!"

Qianhe complimented the four-eyed Taoist priest, but his eyes could not help looking at Han Feng inadvertently.

Han Feng's eyes were always on the coffin.

"Senior brother, the boy Brother Nine took in seems to have a very high level of cultivation?!"

Qianhe couldn't help but ask Uncle Simu.

"Afeng, this kid is indeed quite smart, but he is still much worse than my Aqiang. However, because he has been with Brother Jiu for a long time, his cultivation has improved recently."

Seeing that Qianhe's attention was all on Han Feng, he was somewhat displeased.

"Senior Brother, how do I think this kid's cultivation seems to be at the Vientiane Realm!!!"

They are all at the same level of cultivation, and Qianhe is only two days lower than Simu, but he is also a master of the first level of the Vientiane Realm.

Sensing the extraordinary aura on Han Feng's body, it made it difficult for him to ignore the opponent's strength.

Quietly used spells to test it, but found that it was impossible to see through the opponent's true cultivation.

In this case, there is only one possibility, and that is that the other party's cultivation base is higher than his.

Four Eyes coughed in embarrassment, "The Vientiane Realm does exist."

He really didn't want to raise Han Feng violently in front of everyone, because it would always look like he was belittling his apprentice.

Thousands of waves arose in Qianhe's heart instantly!

Good guy!

This kid is so young, yet he has attainments in the Vientiane Realm!

As a member of the same school, he is too aware of how much training a person needs to reach the Vientiane Realm!

It's not just as simple as hard work, but also a lot of talent and good luck.

At the moment, Qianhe has only one feeling for Han Feng, that is, this young man is not simple!

The girl Qingqing standing next to Master Yixiu listened to them discussing Han Feng, with two big flickering eyes, she admired Han Feng even more.

Seeing Aqiang's heart felt sore again.

Seeing several people chattering endlessly, the sedan chair also stopped, Wu Guanshi waved the silk scarf in his hand, and urged impatiently in a high-pitched voice, "Why don't you leave?"

Qianhe smiled and said, "Wu Guanshi, I will ask my brother to borrow some glutinous rice."

"Glutinous rice?" Wu Guanshi put on a sissy gesture.

The little prince sitting on the sedan chair said, "Wu Shilang, let's take a rest."

Wu Shilang hurriedly called everyone to put down the sedan chairs, "Okay, then let's rest where we are."

Looking at A Qiang with four eyes, "Go and get glutinous rice for the uncle."

"Good master!"

Seeing everyone stop to rest, Han Feng patted his four eyes on the shoulders, "Master, look at that golden coffin with copper horns, it is wrapped in ink fountain nets, could it be that there are zombies inside?"

Han Feng asked knowingly.

Only then did Simu notice the coffin being pulled on the cart.

Walking forward with a frown, Master Yixiu also followed to check.

"Really, Qianhe, why is this coffin wrapped with ink fountain thread? Could it be that thing inside?"

Qianhe didn't hide it, and immediately yelled, "That's right! There are zombies that have turned into corpses inside."

Hearing this, Qingqing immediately hid behind Master Yixiu.

The four eyes were puzzled, "Then why not burn it?"

This thing is too scary, if there is any accident on the way, if the little prince who accompanied him has some accident, the future of Daoist Qianhe is another matter, and his life may not be guaranteed.

Qianhe smiled wryly, "Brother, of course I know it's dangerous, but this thing has an unusual status. It is a frontier royal family. It must be escorted to Beijing and wait for the emperor's order before deciding. I have no right to burn it."

"I see." Uncle Simu stroked the stubble on his chin and walked around the coffin.

Master Yixiu pointed to the ceiling on the coffin and made a suggestion, "Master Qianhe, why don't you remove the ceiling and let the sunlight shine on the coffin to reduce some yin and corpse energy."

Qianhe suddenly realized, "That's right! Why didn't I think of it. Thank you Master Yixiu for your suggestion."

As he spoke, he called out to the little Taoist priests who were helping to carry the coffin just now, "East, south, west, and north! You four come here and tear down this ceiling."

Seeing a few people tearing down the roof, the black steward who was serving the little prince suddenly shouted anxiously, "You guys! Why did you want to tear down the roof?!"

Daoist Qianhe hurried forward to explain, "Removing the ceiling can reduce the corpse's aura."

"Oh, that's right, let's take it apart."

Han Feng watched the roof being removed, and smiled silently in his heart.

He knew that once the roof was removed, something would happen right away.

These people will come back soon.

"Uncle Qianhe, this is glutinous rice, please take it well."

"Good! Thank you!"

Qianhe packed the glutinous rice.

"Thank you brother for the glutinous rice, let's meet again next time."

With serious eyes and a smile, "I hope you don't need this glutinous rice, be careful on the road."

A group of people set off on the road again.

Ah Qiang looked at the copper-horned coffin that was being carried away, "Master, that coffin is so beautiful. When I have money in the future, I will definitely buy an identical one to honor you!"

The four eyes were stunned, not knowing what to say.

"Hehe, you are quite filial." Master Yixiu walked away with a smile on his sleeves.

The four eyes were just about to go back, when suddenly, a muffled thunder exploded, looking at the corpse transport team walking away, he couldn't help but worry, "I hope nothing will happen."

……

evening.

In the sky above the small courtyard in the forest, there was a sudden thunder and lightning.

Immediately afterwards, the pouring rain poured down!

The heavy rain washed the ground fiercely, and the ground splashed with mud.

Four eyes slowly walked under the eaves, looking at the pouring rain outside, he couldn't help feeling worried.

"I don't know what's going on with Junior Brother Qianhe?"

Ah Qiang rushed over excitedly, "Wow, it hasn't rained for a long time, why did it suddenly rain?"

"I know, it must be because God drank too much water."

The four eyes were worried about the situation on Qianhe's side, and they were upset to see Ah Qiang like this, "What the hell are you talking about! So what is it snowing?"

"It's snowing, maybe it's God pooping."

The eyes were speechless, "The thunder is God farting? The wind is God panting?"

Ah Qiang smiled foolishly, "Master is really amazing, I understand everything!"

The four eyes were almost pissed off by this guy, and they stared, "I think you are farting here!"

……

at the same time.

On the muddy trail.

Daoist Qianhe and others who transported the coffin were braving the heavy rain, struggling to pull the wheels out of the deep mud pit.

"This rain is too sudden, forget it! You guys, hurry up and hammer nails! Put up the tent! Don't let the little prince get wet!"

Everyone gave up pulling the cart and began to work together to support the tent.

The sudden heavy rain drenched everyone.

With a sharp voice, Wu Shilang commanded anxiously.

Looking at the situation, they are now in a position with no front to the village or back with shops, so they can only camp on the spot.

Let's avoid this heavy rain first.

"One two three! Hi!"

Everyone shouted in unison, and the tent was finally set up.

But right now.

Daoist Qianhe suddenly discovered that the ink fountain line on the coffin was washed by the heavy rain and black ink fell straight down.

not good!

Once the black ink on the ink fountain line is washed away by the heavy rain, the contents of the coffin are likely to burst out. At that time, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"Steward Wu, the tent has been set up!"

A soldier came forward to report.