Early next morning.

Yizhuang main hall.

A little girl wearing a white pleated skirt, with two braids on her head, and a piece of air bangs on her forehead, placed nine bowls of rice on the long table, and then took nine bowls of rice with wooden sticks from the altar. After lighting the long incense stick, he inserted it into the hot rice, clapped his hands and said: "Brothers, dinner is ready!"

On both sides of the main hall, on the nine coffins, five from the left and four from the right, the coffin lids suddenly moved downwards, and nine zombies with pale faces and wearing Qing Dynasty official robes leaped out from them. In front of a zombie that looked very vicious Under the leadership, they walked to their respective positions with uniform steps.

"Eat well, no fighting, no grabbing food!" the little girl said seriously.

The burly zombie with its nine white-faced fangs looked like a good baby in front of her, nodding hurriedly.

"Let's eat."

Following the little girl's order, the nine zombies picked up their rice bowls and quickly scooped the rice into their mouths using the wooden base under the burning incense.

"Do zombies also need to eat?" Zhang Ling, who had just walked out with Qin Yao in the yard, asked in shock.

Qin Yao looked carefully at the scene in the hall, and that strong sense of familiarity came to his mind again...

Now he is sure that this is indeed a "story", but it is definitely not a Hong Kong movie.

In all likelihood, it was a local zombie movie from Treasure Island in the previous life!

Although he watched movies regardless of region in his previous life, his main focus was on old-fashioned Hong Kong movies. The impression left on him by this treasure island zombie movie was so shallow that even if it felt familiar, he couldn't think of the specific one for a while. movie.

"There is no blood for them to eat, so we can only feed them fragrant rice." The third uncle, whose silver hair was meticulously combed back and wearing a white cardigan, walked slowly over and said with a smile.

Seeing his outfit, Qin Yao's heart moved: "I'm going out, third uncle."

"Yes, I made an appointment with the boss of Dafa Cotton Factory earlier to go and give him a feng shui check today." The third uncle said with a kind face.

"Grandpa." Just when Qin Yao was thinking about Dafa Cotton Factory, a little Lolita with a ponytail quickly ran over from the main hall.

"Fellow Taoist, let me introduce to you. This is my granddaughter Tiantian. She is already a sixth-dan human teacher at a young age." The third uncle touched the little Loli's head and said to Qin Yao in a show-off manner.

"Amazing, amazing..."

Qin Yao gave a thumbs up, praising and recalling.

Suddenly, a plot suddenly appeared in my mind like a flash of inspiration, connecting all the known information.

The corpse exorcist, the little zombie, Tiantian, the third uncle, the cotton factory...

Isn't this a ghostly Taoist priest?

Judging from the current plot progress, we should be in the middle of the plot of the first part of The Phantom Taoist, the Zombie Boy...

He couldn't remember whether there were 6 or 7 Phantom Taoist films in total. He only remembered that this series seemed to be a classic of Treasure Island zombie films, a masterpiece that was used to benchmark "Uncle Nine"!

"Mr. Qin, Miss Zhang, are you in a hurry to leave?" The third uncle was so praised that the smile on his face suddenly became even brighter: "If you are not in a hurry, you can come with us to the teahouse to have some breakfast. I know there is a family The breakfast made in the teahouse is very authentic.”

Qin Yao smiled slightly: "I suddenly remembered that we still have some things to do in the town, so we are not in a hurry to leave. Third uncle, can you let us stay in Yizhuang for a few more days? Don't worry, we will continue to pay the rent we should pay, on a daily basis. The price of an ocean.”

The third uncle was in a good mood and had a low rent, so he immediately agreed: "Okay, okay, you can live here as long as you want."

"Mom..."

Just as he was talking, a little zombie wearing an official robe and a flower feather jumped out of the rental house and shouted with a smile.

"Ah, so cute~" The moment she saw the little zombie, Tiantian's eyes lit up and she exclaimed.

"Mom." Si Qin raised his arms, jumped to Zhang Ling's side, opened his arms and hugged the girl's thigh.

Zhang Ling leaned over and picked him up, asking, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry..." Si Qin said.

"Third uncle, are there any clothes for children in the village?" Zhang Ling raised his eyes and said, "I want to give this little guy a bath, change his clothes, and take him out to eat."

"There are some clothes left over from my childhood. I'll get them." Before the third uncle could reply, the little girl ran back to her room.

"It seems that she really likes this little zombie." The third uncle laughed dumbly. After making a joke, he pointed to a bamboo hut in the yard and said, "That's the bathroom there. You can take him to wash in it."

Lean less.

Inside the bamboo house.

In front of the steaming wooden barrel.

Siqin's goose-egg-sized hands were holding on to his clothes, and he looked at the two beauties, one big and one small, in front of him in horror.

They actually wanted to watch him take a shower.

No, I'm giving him a bath!

"The water temperature is just right. What are you doing standing there? Take off your clothes." Zhang Ling reached out and stirred in the bucket, then turned around and said.

"don't want."

"don't want……"

Si Qin sat down on the ground, his back pressed tightly against the barrel, shaking his head wildly.

"Although you won't sweat, there is dust from the wind and the rain. How can you do it without taking a shower?" Zhang Ling shook his head.

"I don't want it." Siqin insisted.

"You can't follow us unless you take a shower." Zhang Ling said with a straight face.

"Dad~" Si Qin called loudly.

"Stop shouting, your dad won't care about you." Zhang Ling said seriously.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Under her pressure, Siqin cried and took off his clothes obediently.

The look of aggrievedness at being forced to do business made Tiantian laugh out loud.

Children, lovely children, even if they cry out of grievance, they will not make people feel bored, they will only cherish or amuse adults.

Amid her laughter, the little zombie cried even harder, and its level of grievance increased.

what.

I cry so sadly, and you still laugh?

Still laughing?!!!

Half an hour later.

The new-looking little zombie was led out by Zhang Ling. When he saw Qin Yao playing chess with his third uncle in the yard, he couldn't hold back anymore and threw himself into his arms while crying.

Feeling the little guy twitching in his arms, Qin Yao was stunned.

no……

It's just a bath, why are you so aggrieved?

After hesitating for a moment, he finally raised his hand, patted the little zombie's back gently, and advised: "Okay, okay, don't cry. We can't take you to the street with the way you were before." Once you are clean and put on new clothes, you can go out to eat."

When he heard that he was eating, the little guy's cries suddenly became quieter.

soon.

The group had breakfast at Yunlai Teahouse, Qin Yao paid the bill together, and the two parties parted ways outside the teahouse.

The third uncle wanted to take Tiantian to Dafa Cotton Factory to check out Feng Shui, while Qin Yao wanted to take the couple to buy clothes on the street.

After all, a little boy can't always wear girls' clothes.

And there is still something left.

A blink of an eye.

One day passed.

In the evening, Qin Yao and his wife returned to Yizhuang, handed the clothes that the little zombie had changed back to Tiantian, and asked with a smile: "How do you like the Feng Shui?"

"piece of cake."

Tiantian hugged her clothes and looked proud: "It didn't even take Master's intervention. I solved it by myself."

"awesome."

Tiantian chuckled and reached out to hold the little zombie's hand: "Brother Qin, Sister Zhang, I'm taking Aqin to play."

"Go, go." Zhang Ling smiled like an aunt.

"Tiantian, we came to play with you." After dinner, a fat man with glasses on his nose opened the door of Yizhuang, and three figures quickly came in behind him.

"Watermelon peel, buck teeth, Xiao Hei, Xiao Hu." In the bedroom, Tiantian opened the window and waved to the four of them.

The little zombie followed to the window and looked out curiously.

"Why is there still a man? Isn't my Tiantian impure?" the little fat man said, covering his heart.

"Did you hit him too much with the duster, and your eyesight is no longer good?" Xiaohu, who had short hair, slapped him on the back and mocked.

"That's right, that's right. There must have been too many handjobs. I can't even tell the difference between men and children." The boy with dark cheeks said.

"I also want to go to Tiantian's room." Bucktooth looked yearning.

"Are you worthy?" the other three teenagers asked in unison.

Buckteeth: "..."
To be continued...