"Tingting, people cannot be resurrected by death. Don't be sad anymore. You have to cheer up and get rid of Mr. Ren's affairs."

After sending a message back to the Yizhuang to get the guy, Chen Qiusheng took over his position and comforted Ren Tingting.

This is called taking advantage of the situation!

After making arrangements, Ren Fa still died. The Ren family's large-scale business was naturally inherited by Ren Tingting, but Chen Qiusheng was able to pay attention to both people and money.

After comforting for a while, Ren Tingting was slightly restrained, Chen Qiusheng immediately directed the Ren family's servants to decorate the mourning hall and look like a male owner.

Not long after, the annoying ghost Awei who sent Uncle Jiu to prison came back, and flies were also circling around Ren Tingting. Chen Qiusheng went home and took out ten dollars.

Don't get me wrong. Chen Qiusheng didn't use money to make silk gold, nor was he going to use money to bribe Mr. Ren. If he had money, he could only use devils to push the mill, but he couldn't let zombies push the mill. He wanted to go to the rice shop to buy 100 kilograms of glutinous rice.

Chen Qiusheng bought glutinous rice and carried it to his aunt's shop on his shoulder.

When she went to her aunt's shop, before she could ask her, Chen Qiusheng told her about the zombies coming out of the town, and told her to lock the doors and windows tonight and not go out!

"When you meet a zombie, hold your breath and leave, and then breathe away. If the zombie is chasing you closer, you can use glutinous rice to hit it."

"Auntie will go back later, remember to bring some glutinous rice and bring more to protect yourself."

After Chen Qiusheng repeatedly reminded him several times, he took twenty kilograms of glutinous rice to the Ren family.

After putting the guy who was about to deal with the zombies in the Ren family, Chen Qiusheng thought about it and then made a soft leather tube as thick as a thumb, but he was preparing to learn how to breathe with a bamboo pole.

If the old man's eyes are not opened and he can't beat him, he can rely on this thing to save his life!

Time sometimes lives like a year, sometimes it is like an arrow... Well, no matter what, it is coming.

The ink on this ink line is chicken blood burned with black ink mixed with glutinous rice. The popped ink line can hurt ordinary zombies. The corpse-stained net made of it has miraculous effects on zombies!

After editing the net, Chen Qiusheng pasted the seven corpse-fixing talismans drawn by Uncle Jiu, then folded them and placed them on the ground.

This is not the end. Chen Qiusheng hung the glutinous rice bag on the beam of the house, then tied it with a long rope, and tied it with a slip knot.

"When Old Master Ren enters the middle of the room, I will pull the rope and put the glutinous rice down, and then use the corpse-station net with the corpse-setting talisman to block it. If I can, I will stab it with a peach wood sword!"

"If you can't hold back..."

Chen Qiusheng tied the rice bag and hung the knotted rope aside to avoid being touched by others. He passed the entire corpse removal plan in his mind, thinking about every possible situation and response.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that Chen Qiusheng finished his work, Ren Tingting asked about the confusion in his heart.

"Do you believe that there are really monsters and monsters in this world?" Chen Qiusheng asked after sitting next to her.

"Although I haven't encountered it before, I think there should be, after all, there are so many legends." Ren Tingting said.

This is the best thing in this era. Those who have never drunk foreign ink are superstitious, but they can save a lot of saliva to explain.

"Then you are blessed. You should see a zombie tonight. I hope you won't be scared then." Chen Qiusheng smiled and tried to relax his tone.

"Zombie?" Ren Tingting obviously didn't believe it.

"You will know then!" After Chen Qiusheng said something, he stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest.

The night is still growing!

The clock in the living room was ticking, and Mr. Mie turned around the dial after round, and before he could see it was four forty-seven.

Chen Qiusheng took another sip of refreshing tea, looked at the clock, got up and moved his almost stiff body, muttering: "I haven't come so late yet, can I get lost?"

"Hey, you haven't slept all night, so you'd better go back and sleep for a while!" Ren Tingting said.

"No, before dawn, the zombies may come to you, I have to protect you!" Chen Qiusheng said.

"Why did it come to me?" Ren Tingting said in confusion.

"Because that zombie is your grandfather, the zombie will attack his blood relatives as soon as possible. Your father was killed by him!" Chen Qiusheng said.

"Bang!" Ren Tingting was about to speak when the gate of the courtyard where the steel bars were welded suddenly fell down. Everyone looked at each other and saw a figure making a terrifying "hoho" sound, and jumping in with both hands and feet stiffly.

When the man entered the light range, he could see that he was a terrifying guy wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform-like shroud, with long black hair on his hands and faces, and three inches of minions!

Zombies are here!
Chapter completed!