Chapter 215 Let My Dad Go in a Dignified Manner
"Uncle Jiu, Taoist Simu, please help me hold the fort." Yan Xu impatiently took off his windbreaker, revealing a set of close-fitting armor, which made Uncle Jiu's words of dissuasion stop on his lips.

With such a set of armor, as long as his martial arts skills are not too bad, he should be able to hold out for a few encounters, so he nodded, but still prepared to take action at any time. After all, zombies are not so easy to deal with, even Simu is ready to take action.

In fact, Uncle Jiu was more curious about how powerful President Yan, who was boasted by his junior fellow apprentices, was. He could actually subdue a fox demon that had been practicing for more than 200 years with just his fists and feet, otherwise he would not have taken the risk so easily.

The zombies were invulnerable to swords and guns and had immense strength. They had never known what it meant to dodge. Moreover, the blood of their loved ones was right in front of them. They didn't want to waste any time at all. They raised their arms and stabbed Yan Xu's chest like he was stabbing a steak.

Facing the ferocious look of Old Master Ren and his arms that were strong enough to tear tigers and leopards apart, Yan Xu was somewhat excited. He took a deep breath, slightly turned sideways, put his fists on his waist, and waited for Old Master Ren to pounce. This punch squeezed the air like a cannonball, and hit the other's dark and stiff face with a whistling sound.

Yan Xu's strength was measured in tons, and with his burst, speed, and skills, his strength was almost ten times greater. However, how heavy was Old Master Ren? With a dull bang, he flew out in circles with no resistance, as if he was hit by a large iron ball used for demolition, and skipped balls close to the ground, flying farther and farther.

Because zombies' bones and muscles are very stiff, unlike humans' soft and elastic bones that can absorb impact, they can fly very fast and far, just like an out-of-control gyroscope being kicked away.

How could Yan Xu let such a good target run away? He shook his hand and threw out the Soul-Catching Fire Cloud Chain.

The Soul-Catching Fire Cloud Chain came from behind, and with a trail of sparks it automatically wrapped around Old Master Ren's legs across a hundred meters. Unexpectedly, it had a miraculous effect.

The template of this incense magic weapon was used to seal the Fire Cloud Chain of Gu Chen, the immortal demon corpse. Although it is a mutated imitation, some of its functions are still retained, so after entangled Old Master Ren, the opponent was unable to move at all.

Yan Xu laughed loudly with the chain in his hand, feeling refreshed. At this moment, his blood and energy surged and his divine power was generated. He exerted force with both arms and swung Old Master Ren up from a hundred meters away, just like playing with a pendulum upside down. Old Master Ren fell directly to the ground.

With a loud bang, Old Master Ren sank deeply into the ground, and the grave was moved after adding some more soil.

It was a pity that Yan Xu let go so quickly at that time. For a while, all he saw was Old Master Ren flying all over the sky and making holes everywhere. Not to mention the dumbfounded Old Master Ren, even Uncle Jiu felt that it was a bit too much.

"It's too brutal." Simu shook his head. He knew Yan Xu was brutal, but he didn't expect him to be so brutal. Maybe he could play it like this next time when he asked the ancestor to possess him.

"Chairman Yan's martial arts skills are truly astonishing, and his magic weapon is also powerful. Old Master Ren was unable to break free." Uncle Jiu is also proficient in boxing and kicking, and he can hold his own even when facing zombies. However, he has never seen a fierce man who can use zombies as meteor hammers. How much strength does that take? I dare not even think about it.

After swinging it for a while, Yan Xu felt it was boring, so he simply pulled it over and punched it on the ground. The ground trembled with every punch, and the terrifying power erupted wantonly, making Uncle Jiu and others dare not get close at all, because they knew very well that if they were even slightly hit, they would have to go home and lie down.

To be honest, Yan Xu was a little disappointed now. Old Master Ren was quite powerful. He had an invulnerable zombie body, the strength to tear tigers and leopards apart alive, and terrifying corpse poison. But these were meaningless to him and only made him feel bored. Therefore, in his impatience, his fists became heavier and heavier, hitting Old Master Ren's head so hard that it made a clanging sound and sparks came out.

With just a few punches, Old Master Ren's upper body was pounded into the ground. His legs, with the corners of his official boots and trousers worn out, were tilted towards the sky, looking very funny.

"Well, Uncle Jiu, I'm not saying no, I just want to ask if you can let my father pass away peacefully and dignifiedly." Seeing that there was no danger, Master Ren grabbed Uncle Jiu's sleeve and pleaded with a bitter face.

As for why it was Yan Xu who beat his father, Master Ren asked Uncle Jiu for help because he was afraid.

His father was a zombie but he was beaten into such a state. If it were him, he would probably have to hold a funeral again if he got hit by one punch. "This." Uncle Jiu hesitated. He couldn't say that your father was struck by lightning. Now he is not only invulnerable to swords and guns, but also ineffective against ordinary spells and magic weapons. There is really no other way except physical treatment.

After just a short delay, there was a sound of a click, and Old Master Ren's legs, which were straight up to the sky, finally went limp.

Yan Xu, who had smashed Old Master Ren's head, stood up and stretched his muscles. He felt pretty good. Although the opponent did not fight back much, he was hard and strong enough. There was no need to worry about him being easily broken, so he could attack with confidence.

"If all warriors were like you, the Taoists in the world would probably have no food to eat." Simu shook his head. He knew that Yan Xu was very strong, but being strong enough to beat a top-level black zombie to pieces was still beyond his imagination. Moreover, he knew that the other party was a master of divine fighting, which meant that the other party had not even used his real skills.

"It's rare to meet someone who's tough enough, so I can't help but get a little excited." Yan Xu said with a smile.

Just knowing how to fight is not enough, so it’s Uncle Nine’s turn to come on stage next.

Collecting corpses, finding graves, calculating dates, and performing rituals are things that most people can't do well. Only Uncle Jiu, who is proficient in everything, can do it so well that no one can find fault with it.

After some twists and turns, Old Master Ren was finally buried again, and Mr. Ren also breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after this incident, it is unknown whether Mr. Ren will be prepared to leave a way out in everything and be a good person, or learn a lesson and be determined to cut the weeds and root them out. But the reward he deserves cannot be reduced by a penny.

The first one to go was naturally Yan Xu, who beat up Old Master Ren. Old Master Ren was grateful for his hard work and specially gave him a generous gift.

But Yan Xu didn't lack these, so he asked for the house he lived in now, because consulting Uncle Jiu would take more than a day or two.

After learning of Yan Xu's purpose, Master Ren decisively doubled the reward for Uncle Jiu, but Uncle Jiu refused to accept it because the reward was far more than what he earned.

Uncle Jiu has some minor flaws, but when it comes to matters of principle, he will never violate them in the slightest.

Yan Xu knew Uncle Jiu's temper, so he gave Master Ren a hint.

Mr. Ren never mentioned the matter again, but he specially invited craftsmen to renovate the entire charity cemetery.

I have to say that this was done beautifully, because to Uncle Jiu, the reward was only temporary, and the charity cemetery was the foundation. Moreover, as long as the charity cemetery did not collapse, Wencai would have a meal to eat. For this reason, he could only silently owe this favor, because he was the master.

Even the Taoist priest Simu, who was watching the whole show, got two small yellow croakers, and everyone was happy from then on.

(End of this chapter)