Seven, Zombie

  Seven, Zombie

  Jiu Shu stared at this scene and was also stunned, his mind couldn't turn around, muttering to himself: "This kid reacts quickly enough."

  "Wencai asked from the side, "Master, did Master Brother eat the wrong medicine? Why is he acting so strangely? He's never been this respectful to Master before?" Jiū Shū glared and said, "Stop talking nonsense, stand aside."

  Bai Yu had just overheard a lot of the two's cautious conversation, and couldn't help but secretly laugh to himself. Becoming a grandmaster in the future? That ideal is too small, my goal is to become an immortal! And if possible, I also want to be like Sun Wukong and cause a big stir in heaven.

  At this time, he was very confident and believed that with the help of the Taoist inheritance system, all his dreams could be realized. Half of his Taoist skills were due to the system's credit. To understand the profoundness of Mao Shan's magical methods, even basic techniques require at least ten years of hard work for one person to fully grasp. Bai Yu achieved his current accomplishments in just a few days, which was undoubtedly thanks to the system. The system directly recorded the techniques Bai Yu learned into his brain, avoiding the trouble of memorization. Moreover, after exchanging with the system, it would raise simple learning skills to a rough level of proficiency, saving him a lot of time from learning basic knowledge. As a result, all Bai Yu needed to do was deepen his understanding and improve his magical powers.

  The system also transformed his physical constitution, and with his current physique, he can be called a genius in ancient times. Moreover, the method is constantly operating on its own at all times, so one day of his cultivation is equivalent to several days of others, which greatly reduces the obstacles in his cultivation and allows him to make rapid progress. As for physical constitution, there are indeed differences between modern people and those from ancient times.

  In ancient times, one person had the qualifications for cultivation, but now there are not many, and most of them belong to the lower level. A person with a middle-level qualification is now considered a genius. Ancient people divided the levels of qualifications very clearly, and when accepting disciples, they would generally look at their physical qualities first. In order to distinguish themselves well, they had the following four levels: Lower Vehicle, Middle Vehicle, Upper Vehicle, and Innate Taoist Body. Bai Yu belongs to the upper vehicle among them.

  "Wencai couldn't help but ask again, 'Master, was that sentence just now referring to Mr. Ren's family?' It seems that Wencai has a habit of talking nonsense and saying irrelevant things. Moreover, he always speaks in an untimely manner and loves to talk rubbish."

  "Could it be this?" Ninth Uncle glared at him and said.

  Wencai nodded as if he had let out a sigh of relief, saying: "It's none of my business, I won't worry about it." He looked completely carefree. Ninth Uncle ignored him and turned to Bai Yu, asking: "Younger brother, do you have any good countermeasures?"

  Bai Yu sank into thought for a moment before saying, "There's no good strategy, we can only try to restrict it as much as possible until we find the new tomb and think of another way."

  "Uh, yeah." Ninth Uncle's face involuntarily fell into a worried expression.

  At this time, Qiusheng returned with a cup of tea in his hand and a smile on his face. He respectfully handed the tea to Baiyu, saying: "Master, please have some tea." Baiyu looked at Qiusheng's eyes that met his and could only force a smile as he took the tea, saying: "I'll drink it later." Then he placed the cup down without drinking from it, for he had already drunk tea earlier and didn't feel thirsty.

  Qiu Sheng nodded and walked to one side, still advising in a non-stop manner: "You must harmonize, you must drink." However, his expression and actions were extremely exaggerated, making him appear insincere. The characters in Hong Kong movies, even the genuine ones, seemed so unrealistic. Bai Yu couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, but her peripheral vision caught Jiu Shu's darkening face, forcing her to suppress her laughter.

  At this time, Ninth Uncle could no longer bear it. How these two apprentices always made him lose face like this? Pouring tea and water was fine, but what about his own? He began to regret saying so much to Autumn Star. With a gaze that seemed to carry a killing intent, he swept the two of them with a glance, making them feel as if the weather had suddenly turned chilly, with a cold air circulating around their bodies. Ninth Uncle's voice was tinged with anger: "Alright, now there is something we need to go and settle."

  The two were shocked, immediately standing up straight and not daring to make any slight movement. However, Wen Cai then asked: "Do we have to take risks? It's none of our business, everyone has their own fate, right?"

  Qiu Sheng looked puzzled and asked: "What's going on?"

  Wencai casually replied, "Master said earlier that someone with the surname Ren is going to be in trouble... Ah, Yingying!" Wencai was so careless that it took him a long time to remember this matter.

  Qiu Sheng sneered, "Didn't you say that it's none of your business and everyone has their own fate?" Wen Cai didn't mind and said to Qiu Sheng, "Hey, can't say that. If we can save someone's life, whether they get married or not is no longer a problem." After finishing speaking, he was about to go forward to plead with Jiu Shu and Bai Yu to think of a solution.

  Qiu Sheng pulled him back, "Hey."

  "Hey."

  "Fair competition!" The two of them looked at Jiu Shu and Bai Yu Qiu Sheng, saying: "Master, Master Uncle, you think of a way."

  Bai Yu smiled and said, "We've already thought of that, otherwise why would we bring the coffin back?" Wen Caiqiu let out an 'oh' and asked, "Is there something wrong with this coffin?"

  Bai Yu Dao said, "The coffin is not a problem, but the dead person's problem is big." The two explained their doubts and said, "Yes, it's been 20 years and he hasn't rotted yet." As they spoke, the two came to the side of the coffin and worked together to open the lid. Immediately, they both let out a cry of surprise, "Wow, he's gotten fat!"

  Ninth Uncle's expression turned solemn upon seeing the corpse's characteristics, and he said: "Quickly cover it up." Then, after a moment of contemplation, he said: "Hurry up and prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, and sword."

  The two of them didn't understand and were confused, asking: "What?"

  Ninth Uncle looked at the two with a bad temper and said, "Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, vegetable knife, wooden sword." Looking at the two who went to prepare, Ninth Uncle said helplessly, "These two stinky boys are not talented and don't strive hard, probably they won't have great achievements in this life." Before long, everything was ready, Ninth Uncle caught a chicken and wanted to take some of its blood.

  For a long time, part-time housewife Wen Cai couldn't help but feel a little heartache and said: "Master, you're using chicken again?" However, after Old Ninth Uncle gave her a glance, she immediately shut up. Accompanying a awkward smile, she said: "Chicken..." But who knows what she was thinking in her heart.

  He first conjured up the Chicken Blood Ink Blade, causing the two to bounce off the coffin. Then, pacing back and forth with a pretentious air, he said: "People are divided into good people and bad people, corpses are divided into zombies and dead bodies."

  Wencai's mouth never stopped, and as soon as Jiu Shu finished speaking, he interrupted: "Master, people are not only divided into good and bad, but also into men and women, right, Master?" However, the response was again Jiu Shu's eyes filled with murderous intent.

  "Shut up, what are you interrupting for?" Ninth Uncle scolded. Bai Yu felt a bit depressed, was this stirring up trouble? Ninth Uncle continued, "The corpse of Old Man Ren is about to become a zombie." The momentum of the speech was disrupted by Wen Cai, and Ninth Uncle didn't seem to mind, as if he was used to it.

  Qiu Sheng asked at this time: "How can one become a zombie?" Wen Cai continued to say: "Yes, how can people become bad people?"

  "Man becomes a bad person because he doesn't have the spirit to fight, and a corpse becomes a zombie because it has an extra breath." Qiusheng asked while tapping on his inkstone, "An extra breath? What do you mean?"

  "A person dies with anger, suffocation and depression, after death, there is a breath accumulated in the throat." Ninth Uncle actually had not seen a real zombie before, he only had theoretical knowledge from that book of Mao Shan secret skills, otherwise, in the original work, after the appearance of zombies, it would not be necessary to consult Mao Shan secret skills.

  At this time, Bai Yu said: "You'd better hurry up and play, you know that if the zombies come out, the first person they bite is their own relatives. If you don't want Yan Ying to become a zombie, then don't talk so much with resentment." The two were shocked and quickly buried their heads in work. Autumn was still not possessed by the ghost at this time, and he was still thinking about how to chase after Yan Ying.

  Ninth Uncle said at this time: "Master younger brother, let's go first, don't care about these two stinky brats."

  After they left, Wen asked Qiu Sheng in a low voice: "Hey, why did you call Bai Daolong 'Shu'?

  Qiu Sheng mysteriously smiled and said: "I'll tell you..."

  In the dead of night, Bai Yu was fast asleep, but a faint sound came through, and he opened his eyes without making any movement. He knew that Jiu Shu must have gone to check on him and definitely didn't notice anything unusual. Although the coffin was covered with ink lines, it had been underground for twenty years and had been gnawed by insects, so it wasn't as sturdy as before, and finally, it was shaken apart by that zombie. But at this time, the system's voice rang out, "Task released, let **ghost know difficulty and retreat, reward 300 exchange points."

  White Feather smiled to himself in the darkness, muttering: "Now that everyone is here, I can take action." He gradually fell into thought. Since the zombies had appeared, as long as he could deal with them after they attacked Old Master Ren and became truly inhuman, it would be fine. He was confident in his Peachwood Sword. However, that ghost was a bit harder to handle - the key issue being her ability to turn invisible, which only a compass could detect. The problem was that White Feather's hands were currently empty of any magical tools, and this was giving him a headache. In this dramatic world, there wasn't much time left, so he couldn't spare any extra time to search for materials, making his current attack methods too simplistic.

  But suddenly, there's a glimmer of hope right in front of him - isn't there already a readily available resource by his side? This old master of the Maoshan Taoist school must have plenty of good things to spare, and should still be willing to give some out.

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  Today's update is a bit late, I'm really sorry. Here, I'd like to express my heartfelt gratitude to book friend One Magic Master's generous support, Xiao Chao will never be too lazy to update again.