A Biao's eyes suddenly widened in fear.
Just as he was about to scream, Lin Jingyu covered his mouth with his hand and shook him slowly, signaling him to calm down and stay calm.
The two of them looked back quietly and saw that in a short period of time, Lao Ye's entire body was almost covered with thick hair. The hair was very coarse and gray, and looked as long as a finger.
Scary, so scary!
Mom, help!
Su Chen glanced at the expressions of the two people and shook his head helplessly.
Should!
I reminded you to go out before, who made you two start a commotion?
Fortunately, although Old Ye's hair had grown longer, he did not act impulsively to harm anyone. His eyes were still on Su Chen, staring at him intently.
After a long while, he finally said, "Young man, tell me!"
The evil spirit generated by the zombies is invisible, but this roar made Su Chen shudder subconsciously. This was the natural reaction of the original owner's body.
Fortunately, Su Chen had a strong sense and quickly stabilized himself.
Seeing this, Lin Jingyu quickly winked at Su Chen and shook his head slightly, indicating that he must not say anything to provoke Uncle Ye.
Too late!
Forget it now, the Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Mansion never lies.
Su Chen looked at Old Ye with regret: "Uncle Ye, your son had a disaster when he was nineteen, and it was also a fatal disaster. That time, he was not so lucky."
"What?"
Old Ye was panting rapidly, and with each breath, the long hair around his mouth and nose kept flying.
Then the three of them heard a "click" sound.
The wooden dining table suddenly shattered, and the source was Lao Ye's hairy hand placed on the table.
"It's over, it's over, I'm dead now!"
The next moment, the dining table cracked and fell down.
Lin Jingyu and A Biao quickly dodged and looked at each other with bitter smiles on their faces. Only when they turned their heads and saw Su Chen with a calm face did they finally calm down.
Yes, yes, yes!
My buddy is a master, very powerful.
So both of them looked at Su Chen for help.
Su Chen: “…”
I can't protect myself either, okay?
However, as a rare genius in the Tianshi Mansion in a thousand years, with the secret techniques he mastered, although he could not deal with the Mao zombie, he could still delay it for a while.
But that’s for later.
At this moment, Mao Jiang doesn't seem to have completely lost his mind, so there is still a chance.
Thinking of this, Su Chen cleared his throat.
"Uncle Ye, you still want to see Awang, right?"
Old Ye was mad: "My Awang is dead, how can I wait?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up in the cramped little shop, and the small spice jars and chopsticks on the table fell to the ground one after another.
Lin Jingyu and A Biao quickly closed their eyes and buried their heads in their arms.
In the strong wind, Su Chen still sat upright.
"But," he said calmly, "Uncle Ye, don't you want to know where Awang died? Don't you want to collect his body?"
The most important thing in Cuicheng is to bury the dead in peace, so funerals are always grand, not to mention that Uncle Ye loves his son so much.
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, Lao Ye's rapid breathing suddenly stopped.
His protruding eyes gradually returned to normal.
When the strong wind died down, Lin Jingyu heard him say anxiously, "Yes, yes, my poor Awang, young man, please tell me where Awang died. I have to collect his body and buy him a grave. I..."
Old Ye stood up and said, "I have money. I can sell the shop. I want to choose a good burial site for Awang and hold a grand ceremony. Awang, where is Awang?"
Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
It is indeed different from the hairy zombies in the original world.
He then stood up and said, "Uncle Ye, if we find Awang, we can hold your funeral together."
Old Ye was stunned: "You, you, what are you talking about, young man?"
Su Chen's gaze fell on the back of his hand.
Old Ye looked down and saw a hairy hand.
When I looked up, I saw Ayu and Abia huddled in the corner in fear.
He smiled bitterly: "You all saw it!"
Lin Jingyu and A Biao smiled dryly and nodded.
"Uncle Ye, you probably didn't manage to die when you were sick a while ago. Your strong unwillingness made you force your soul to stay in your body, and you became a zombie."
"Zombie? Zombie?" Lin Jingyu widened his eyes.
Su Chen nodded: "And Uncle Ye is now a mid-level zombie, not afraid of water or fire, with skin of steel and bones of iron."
"So powerful?" A Biao's eyes lit up.
Old Ye was stunned for a moment, then slowly backed away and sat down at the dining table at the other end, looking lonely.
"I, I thought it was a good idea to keep it a secret."
"I didn't expect that you would find me."
After a moment's silence, Old Ye remembered his son and perked up again: "Young man, where is my Awang? And how did he die?"
Su Chen had already stood up, looked around the shop, and found a coat: "Uncle Ye, put it on. We are going to find Awang and we are going out. It's broad daylight, don't scare anyone."
Old Ye nodded blankly and put it on obediently.
Seeing this, Lin Jingyu and A Biao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Chen turned around and said, "Brother Biao, I'd like to trouble you to hire a car. We need to go to the beach, which is a bit far."
Although Cuicheng is close to the sea, the urban area is on the bank of Qingjiang River, about a hundred kilometers away from the estuary.
Old Ye's eyes were filled with sorrow when he heard this: "My, my Awang was killed before he even got on board, was..."
Su Chen nodded.
"Brother Lin, do you have a body bag?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'll go get someone to get it. Wait a minute."
After A Biao and Lin Jingyu left, Su Chen said, "Uncle Ye, from the eight characters, I can only deduce that A Wang died that year, but I can't know the specific reason for his death due to my shallow cultivation level. I'll see when we get to the place. If he was murdered, Uncle Ye, do you want to call the police?"
Old Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Report it, I must report it."
"I want to avenge Awang!"
As he said this, he looked at Su Chen and sighed for a long time.
"Thank you, young man."
"It's okay. It's rare for me to meet a hairy zombie like you. Uncle Ye, you've broadened my horizons."
When Lin Jingyu and A Biao came back, the three of them quickly went out and got into a taxi.
The driver was A Biao's friend Zhang Wei. According to A Biao, he was a very brave man. When he was young, he spent several nights in a cemetery to show off, which earned him this reputation.
He looked in the rearview mirror while driving and saw that Old Ye had wrapped his face tightly. He was curious: "A Biao, what happened to Uncle?"
"Oh, I'm sick. The doctor said I can't see the sun or be exposed to the wind," Lin Jingyu explained casually, and then asked, "Brother Wei, how long will it take us? Will we be able to come back in time for dinner? If not, if you see something to eat on the way back, stop and I'll buy some."
Zhang Wei was also smart. He could tell that he didn't want to continue this topic, so he smiled and nodded. "It's a bit far, but buy some bread to take with you. I have a pot of hot water in the car, so you don't need to buy water."
After a bumpy ride, Zhang Wei was at a loss when he arrived at the beach.
"The beach is so big, where are you going?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Su Chen say: "Open to the left."
Zhang Wei looked at A Biao, then at Lin Jingyu. Seeing that neither of them objected, he smiled and said, "Okay."
Su Chen gave directions along the way and they soon arrived at the old ferry crossing at the seaside.
Zhang Wei took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth as soon as he got out of the car. He then handed the cigarettes to A Biao, Lin Jingyu and Su Chen. A Biao and Lin Jingyu both took one, but Su Chen waved his hand: "No, I don't smoke."
Zhang Wei didn't force it. He took out a copper lighter and lit their cigarettes. After a while of puffing, he glanced at Su Chen who was looking around and asked A Biao in a low voice, "Brother Biao, who is this guy? He's really disrespectful."
Ah Biao glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense, what do you mean by not giving face? My brother doesn't smoke anyway."
"Really? At this age, what man doesn't smoke?" Zhang Wei muttered, and glanced at the tightly wrapped Old Ye. "No, my uncle is already sick, why did you bring him to the beach to enjoy the breeze? His condition will only get worse if he goes back."
"He's looking for his son."
"Son?" Zhang Wei laughed. "This old ferry crossing is overgrown with weeds. I'm afraid it's been abandoned for years. There's not a single person around, let alone fishermen. This isn't the way you're joking with me, is it? I'm not that stupid."
Ah Biao exhaled a puff of smoke and pointed at the body bag in Lin Jingyu's hand: "See this? It's for the bones."
Zhang Wei: “!!!”
