A black doctor from a certain American comic

Chapter 746 Goodbye Ren Tingting

"Great, Brother Mo, don't you want to compete with us for Tingting?"

Wencai suddenly shouted in surprise.

Since Wen Cai was "only" 20 years old, and Qiu Sheng was only 19, after informing each other of their ages, Mo Fei naturally became "Big Brother Mo".

Although he seems to be a literary talent, Mo Fei feels that this "Brother Mo" is a bit deserved...

"Fool!" Qiu Sheng slapped Wen Cai and said, "What Brother Mo means is to just get on the bus without buying a ticket!"

"Eh?" Wen Cai looked at Murphy with wide eyes.

Is this something that humans can do?

"Haha, I'm just kidding, you won't take it seriously, right?"

Murphy touched the tip of his nose and smiled.

"Okay, stop messing around! Just refining corpses...isn't the right way!" Uncle Jiu shook his head, turned to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai and said, "You two, go prepare paper, pen, ink, and swords."

"I need to do something to suppress the corpse's aura, otherwise it will rise up tonight!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at Uncle Jiu in confusion.

"It's just yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword. Don't you understand this?" Uncle Jiu gave Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai two blows.

"Master, then just tell me, why do you need to use the abbreviation?" Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai cried with their heads held in their hands.

Of course they knew about common things such as yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword, but when Uncle Jiu used the abbreviation used by practitioners, they were confused.

The two of them ran out of the mourning hall and went to prepare things.

Looking at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's leaving figures, Uncle Jiu sighed: "Sooner or later I will be pissed to death by these two!"

This sentence has almost become Uncle Jiu's mantra. Every once in a while, Mo Fei hears Uncle Jiu say a few words.

However, Mo Fei felt that Uncle Jiu was indeed too doting on Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, which resulted in the two of them having no sense of awe in their hearts and doing things carelessly. They didn't know how many troubles they had to get into before they could truly grow up and become Taoist priests in their own right.

Yizhuang is Uncle Jiu's hometown, so there will naturally be no shortage of these things. Soon Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai gathered together and came back.

Uncle Jiu put on a yellow Taoist robe and started practicing.

He wiped the big rooster's neck with a knife, and used a porcelain bowl to catch a bowlful of rooster's blood.

After pinching a magic trick, he picked up the glutinous rice with his hands and lit it on the candle. The flame was introduced into the porcelain bowl filled with chicken blood.

Then pour the ink into the chicken blood bowl, hold it against the flame, and stir evenly.

Finally, under the illumination of the Bagua mirror, pour the mixture of chicken blood and ink into the ink fountain.

"You two, use this ink fountain to flick on the coffin." Uncle Jiu handed the ink fountain to Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

"Remember, the entire coffin must be ejected, and there must be no omissions!"

"Don't worry, Master, everything is taken care of by us." Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai nodded.

"Yes." Uncle Jiu nodded and left with peace of mind.

Murphy sighed secretly.

With all due respect, Uncle Jiu, you may have trusted your two apprentices.

After Uncle Jiu left, it didn't take much effort for Qiu Sheng and Brother Wencai to flick the coffin up and down on the ink line.

"Okay, I'm done playing." Wencai put down the ink fountain line.

"See if there is anything missing?" Qiusheng asked.

"Oh, there is indeed something missing." Wencai patted his thigh, as if he had thought of something.

"Where?" Qiu Sheng asked.

When Qiu Sheng came closer, Wen Cai suddenly flicked his fingers covered in ink on Qiu Sheng's face, and a few ink spots suddenly appeared on Qiu Sheng's face.

"Okay you!" Qiu Sheng was furious and immediately wanted to find Wen Cai to settle the score.

So the two of them quarreled and walked out of the mourning hall...

"I know you can't have too many illusions about two people."

Mo Fei shook his head, his blue eyes flashed, and the ink fountain left behind by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai floated up automatically, flicking Ren Weiyong's coffin onto the ink fountain line.

Although it is easier for a hero to save a beauty to win the heart of a woman, Mo Fei does not need that kind of low-end manipulation. He can beat all the invincible players in the world with just one face.

So he doesn't need to let the mighty zombies come out, kill Ren Fa, marry a beautiful girl, and seize the Ren family's property...

Although that guy Ren Fa doesn't seem like a good person, he probably does a lot of bad things...

But he is his old father-in-law after all.

……

midnight.

The moon hangs high in the sky, casting hazy moonlight.

The woods were rustling in the wind.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew in the mourning hall, causing the evergreen lamps placed there to flicker.

As for Wen Cai, who was guarding the mourning hall, he just pulled the quilt, turned over, and then continued to snore.

"Boom!"

A dull sound came from inside Ren Weiyong's coffin.

Literary talent is unaware of anything.

Well, his snoring was much louder than that.

"Dong dong!"

Several more digging and smashing sounds came from inside the coffin.

"Boom--!"

A loud noise made Uncle Jiu open his eyes from inside the room, and he sat up suddenly. As soon as his eyes rolled, he thought of something.

He put on his unlined clothes and hurried to the mourning hall where Ren Weiyong's coffin was placed.

Uncle Jiu carefully inspected Ren Weiyong's coffin and found no traces, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ren Weiyong was also bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Wen Cai was sleeping there and he tried his best to smash the coffin, but when Uncle Jiu came, he immediately stayed still and pretended to be dead.

Uncle Jiu turned around, looked at Wencai who was still sleeping soundly, shook his head in a funny way, went forward and covered Wencai with a quilt, and said to himself: "Sleeping like a pig, this kind of person is the worst. It’s perfect for guarding the Yizhuang!”

……

The next day.

After breakfast, Uncle Jiu took Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, and Mo Fei to find Ren Fa.

Finding a suitable grave for Ren Weiyong is by no means a simple matter. At least Uncle Jiu walked a lot of places yesterday, but he hasn't found anything yet.

Renjia Town is indeed the Renjia Town of the Ren family. The Ren Mansion is quite luxurious, almost like a British manor.

Of course, it's not as big as the Earl's Manor that Murphy and Evelin bought in England, so the Ren family has everything they should have.

"Wow, Tingting's family is so big and grand, it must be worth a lot of money!" Wen Cai looked at Ren's house as if he was Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

"Yes, the Tingting family is so rich. If anyone becomes the son-in-law of the Ren family, they will probably not have to struggle in this life. They can just lie around and eat well all day long." Qiu Sheng also said.

"But I like Tingting, not because her family has money. Even if she has nothing, I still won't dislike her!" Wen Cai said righteously.

Murphy: "..."

Then is Ren Tingting still touched by your refusal to dislike you?

Wencai really has no idea at all!

...Modified after one hour

"Great, Brother Mo, don't you want to compete with us for Tingting?"

Wencai suddenly shouted in surprise.

Since Wen Cai was "only" 20 years old, and Qiu Sheng was only 19, after informing each other of their ages, Mo Fei naturally became "Big Brother Mo".

Although he seems to be a literary talent, Mo Fei feels that this "Brother Mo" is a bit deserved...

"Fool!" Qiu Sheng slapped Wen Cai and said, "What Brother Mo means is to just get on the bus without buying a ticket!"

"Eh?" Wen Cai looked at Murphy with wide eyes.

Is this something that humans can do?

"Haha, I'm just kidding, you won't take it seriously, right?"

Murphy touched the tip of his nose and smiled.

"Okay, stop messing around! Just refining corpses...isn't the right way!" Uncle Jiu shook his head, turned to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai and said, "You two, go prepare paper, pen, ink, and swords."

"I need to do something to suppress the corpse's aura, otherwise it will rise up tonight!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at Uncle Jiu in confusion.

"It's just yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword. Don't you understand this?" Uncle Jiu gave Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai two blows.

"Master, then just tell me, why do you need to use the abbreviation?" Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai cried with their heads held in their hands.

Of course they knew about common things such as yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword, but when Uncle Jiu used the abbreviation used by practitioners, they were confused.

The two of them ran out of the mourning hall and went to prepare things.

Looking at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's leaving figures, Uncle Jiu sighed: "Sooner or later I will be pissed to death by these two!"

This sentence has almost become Uncle Jiu's mantra. Every once in a while, Mo Fei hears Uncle Jiu say a few words.

However, Mo Fei felt that Uncle Jiu was indeed too doting on Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, which resulted in the two of them having no sense of awe in their hearts and doing things carelessly. They didn't know how many troubles they had to get into before they could truly grow up and become Taoist priests in their own right.

Yizhuang is Uncle Jiu's hometown, so there will naturally be no shortage of these things. Soon Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai gathered together and came back.

Uncle Jiu put on a yellow Taoist robe and started practicing.

He wiped the big rooster's neck with a knife, and used a porcelain bowl to catch a bowlful of rooster's blood.

After pinching a magic trick, he picked up the glutinous rice with his hands and lit it on the candle. The flame was introduced into the porcelain bowl filled with chicken blood.

Then pour the ink into the chicken blood bowl, hold it against the flame, and stir evenly.

Finally, under the illumination of the Bagua mirror, pour the mixture of chicken blood and ink into the ink fountain.

"You two, use this ink fountain to flick on the coffin." Uncle Jiu handed the ink fountain to Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

"Remember, the entire coffin must be ejected, and there must be no omissions!"

"Don't worry, Master, everything is taken care of by us." Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai nodded.

"Yes." Uncle Jiu nodded and left with peace of mind.

Murphy sighed secretly.

With all due respect, Uncle Jiu, you may have trusted your two apprentices.

After Uncle Jiu left, it didn't take much effort for Qiu Sheng and Brother Wencai to flick the coffin up and down on the ink line.

"Okay, I'm done playing." Wencai put down the ink fountain line.

"See if there is anything missing?" Qiusheng asked.

"Oh, there is indeed something missing." Wencai patted his thigh, as if he had thought of something.

"Where?" Qiu Sheng asked.

When Qiu Sheng came closer, Wen Cai suddenly flicked his fingers covered in ink on Qiu Sheng's face, and a few ink spots suddenly appeared on Qiu Sheng's face.

"Okay you!" Qiu Sheng was furious and immediately wanted to find Wen Cai to settle the score.

So the two of them quarreled and walked out of the mourning hall...

"I know you can't have too many illusions about two people."

Mo Fei shook his head, his blue eyes flashed, and the ink fountain left behind by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai floated up automatically, flicking Ren Weiyong's coffin onto the ink fountain line.

Although it is easier for a hero to save a beauty to win the heart of a woman, Mo Fei does not need that kind of low-end manipulation. He can beat all the invincible players in the world with just one face.

So he doesn't need to let the mighty zombies come out, kill Ren Fa, marry a beautiful girl, and seize the Ren family's property...

Although that guy Ren Fa doesn't seem like a good person, he probably does a lot of bad things...

But he is his old father-in-law after all.

……

midnight.

The moon hangs high in the sky, casting hazy moonlight.

The woods were rustling in the wind.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew in the mourning hall, causing the evergreen lamps placed there to flicker.

As for Wen Cai, who was guarding the mourning hall, he just pulled the quilt, turned over, and then continued to snore.

"Boom!"

A dull sound came from inside Ren Weiyong's coffin.

Literary talent is unaware of anything.

Well, his snoring was much louder than that.

"Dong dong!"

Several more digging and smashing sounds came from inside the coffin.

"Boom--!"

A loud noise made Uncle Jiu open his eyes from inside the room, and he sat up suddenly. As soon as his eyes rolled, he thought of something.

He put on his unlined clothes and hurried to the mourning hall where Ren Weiyong's coffin was placed.

Uncle Jiu carefully inspected Ren Weiyong's coffin and found no traces, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ren Weiyong was also bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Wen Cai was sleeping there and he tried his best to smash the coffin, but when Uncle Jiu came, he immediately stayed still and pretended to be dead.

Uncle Jiu turned around, looked at Wencai who was still sleeping soundly, shook his head in a funny way, went forward and covered Wencai with a quilt, and said to himself: "Sleeping like a pig, this kind of person is the worst. It’s perfect for guarding the Yizhuang!”

……

The next day.

After breakfast, Uncle Jiu took Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, and Mo Fei to find Ren Fa.

Finding a suitable grave for Ren Weiyong is by no means a simple matter. At least Uncle Jiu walked a lot of places yesterday, but he hasn't found anything yet.

Renjia Town is indeed the Renjia Town of the Ren family. The Ren Mansion is quite luxurious, almost like a British manor.

Of course, it's not as big as the Earl's Manor that Murphy and Evelin bought in England, so the Ren family has everything they should have.

"Wow, Tingting's family is so big and grand, it must be worth a lot of money!" Wen Cai looked at Ren's house as if he was Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

"Yes, the Tingting family is so rich. If anyone becomes the son-in-law of the Ren family, they will probably not have to struggle in this life. They can just lie around and eat well all day long." Qiu Sheng also said.

"But I like Tingting, not because her family has money. Even if she has nothing, I still won't dislike her!" Wen Cai said righteously.

Murphy: "..."

Then is Ren Tingting still touched by your refusal to dislike you?

Wencai really has no idea at all!