I risked my life, using the butterfly effect to shatter the immortal realm.

"Once you enter the gates of Zizhu Peak, you become a ghost of Zizhu Peak."

Gu Santong sat cross-legged on the giant wine gourd, twirling a foxtail grass in his hand, and leisurely pointed to the strangely shaped "senior brothers and sisters" around him.

"We don't support idlers or the dead here. Want to freeload? Simple—get every single one of them to nod to you before midnight tonight."

The old Taoist priest grinned, with half a vegetable leaf stuck between his teeth, and his eyes seemed to be pushing a lamb into a pack of wolves.

"If even one person shakes their head, I'll plant you next to the third brother tomorrow morning, since his plot of land is short of manure."

Su Xiu's knees buckled, and she almost knelt down on the spot.

Yu Liang grabbed her arm with a force that was almost violent.

He casually took the foxtail grass and put it in his mouth, showing no fear on his face, but rather exuding a roguish and unruly air.

Nod? Satisfied?

This isn't an assessment; it's clearly forcing ordinary people to reason with a group of mentally ill people.

But this just happened to be the target of Yu Liang's gun.

Normal people have logic; if they have logic, they can be predicted; if they can be predicted, they will die.

Madmen have no logic; they only have naked desire.

As long as there is desire, there is a way to trade and deceive.

"Master, please go and rest." Yu Liang patted the tattered Taoist robe on his body and smiled like an old fox, even more so than Gu Santong. "Disciple guarantees to serve these gentlemen very well, to the utmost.

Gu Santong raised an eyebrow, picked up his wine gourd, and disappeared into the darkness.

The moment the venue was empty, the murderous intent was revealed.

Ahead, Mo Ju's half-person-high serrated knife hummed, and his single blue eye stared intently at Yu Liang's inner thigh, like a butcher examining meat on a chopping board.

"Junior brother, mortal legs are prone to frostbite. Why not switch to my 'Wind Wheels'? You'll be able to escape faster than others in the future."

Behind him, Kumu stood the black coffin upright on the ground and slammed it down, making a loud thud.

"Don't listen to the fourth brother! Try my 'corpse-raising coffin' first! Lie in it, and after just one night, I guarantee you'll be filled with yin energy—that's the ultimate in morbid beauty!"

Su Xiu held the pig-playing-dead man in her arms and hid behind Yu Liang, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the money bag in her hand.

First came amputation, then cremation.

Yu Liang stood in the middle, his right thumb gently rubbing against the pad of his index finger.

This is a physical dead end.

If Mo Ju saws off its legs, it's a defective product, and Kumu won't accept it; if it lies in a coffin and becomes a zombie, its legs will be as hard as black iron, and if it breaks Mo Ju's saw, it will still die.

Then we have no choice but to overturn the table and give them a new brain.

"Senior Brother."

Yu Liang suddenly turned around, circled the precious coffin twice with a look of disgust, and flicked it with his finger.

"Thump." The sound was muffled.

"This coffin of yours is no good."

Kumu's bloodshot eyes widened instantly, as if he had been deeply insulted: "No way? This is ten-thousand-year-old submerged wood! I fought with wild dogs for it in the mass grave for three years..."

"The wood is good wood, but the concept is outdated! It's a complete waste!"

Yu Liang was heartbroken and stepped directly into the coffin, as if he were going back to his own home.

The next second he jumped out again, clutching his lower back and yelling:

"Hard! Too hard! Is this level of breathability designed to suffocate a corpse and cause it depression?"

"This... the purpose of the corpse-raising coffin is to be sealed off..." For the first time, Kumu's centuries-old zombie theory stalled.

"Utterly vulgar!"

Yu Liang picked up a stone and started drawing wild lines on the ground.

"True zombie raising is when the soul is so attached to the body that it doesn't want to leave! Do you even understand human anatomy? The spine has a curve! You're so flat, even a zombie sleeping like that will develop a herniated disc after a while! Have you ever seen a flying zombie with a hunchback? Where's the imposing presence? Where's the majesty?"

Kumu opened his mouth wide and subconsciously straightened his slightly hunched back, feeling as if he had been shot in the knee.

"It needs to be covered with a soft cushion made of Tianshan snow silkworm silk, with a miniature vibration array engraved underneath, vibrating once every half hour to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. This isn't a coffin; it's called a 'Deep Sleep Soul Repair House'!"

Yu Liang's voice was filled with a devilish allure.

"That's sublimation! It's a leap in the level of life! Senior Brother, what you're doing is art, not carpentry!"

Ku Mu's Adam's apple bobbed, and a blush rose on his ashen face.

He had spent his entire life working with corpses and had never heard of such a sophisticated theory.

"Then...then why don't you lie down and try it?" His voice was trembling.

"I can't do it, I'm too mortal to be worthy." Yu Liang waved his hands repeatedly, then changed the subject, "But I have a better idea—sharing coffins."

"shared?"

"Yes, I won't lie down and die, I'll lie halfway down."

Yu Liang lay back down in the coffin, kicked open half of the lid, revealing only his upper body, and crossed his legs with his hands behind his head.

"This is called 'being both alive and dead.' I'm in a coffin, yet not in a coffin; I'm alive, but I'm also experiencing death. This state of being half-dead is the highest level of enlightenment!"

Kumu listened in a daze, then pulled out his crumpled little notebook and frantically took notes.

Just then, a piercing metallic scraping sound rang out.

"Lying down halfway?"

Mo Ju's single eye shone brightly with blue light, and the serrated knife excitedly approached.

"Perfect! My lower body's been sitting around anyway, might as well switch legs!"

Sizzle—!

A strong gust of wind tore through Yu Liang's trousers, leaving bloody marks on his calves.

This madman is serious!

"ah--!"

Su Xiu screamed and rushed to Yu Liang's side. Trembling, she pulled out a handful of copper coins from her bosom and threw them at Mo Ju with her eyes closed.

"Don't saw him off! This is my money to save his life! I only have this much! This is the money I'll use to buy land in the future... Take it all! Don't touch him!"

Ding ding ding.

The copper coin struck the iron skull and bounced off, scattering into the black mud of the mass grave.

Mo Ju didn't even lift his eyelids.

Su Xiu slumped down in despair, staring at the scattered copper coins, her heart aching, and tears welled up instantly.

What is more valuable than life itself to ordinary people is less than scrap metal in the eyes of a madman.

The serrated edge was about to cut into the flesh.

"Fourth Senior Brother!" Yu Liang lay motionless in the coffin, only shouting at the top of his lungs, "Your mechanical skills have a fatal flaw! With this leg, you'll always be a second-rate craftsman!"

The saw teeth stopped abruptly.

"explain."

Yu Liang pointed to the cold, black iron prosthetic limb, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"Inanimate objects. The way of Heaven is to create and regenerate. If you replace yourself with a lump of iron, your path will narrow! Your perspective will shrink!"

Mo Ju's eyes flashed with blue light, as if his sore spot had been hit.

"And what's your opinion?"

"A living machine!"

Yu Liang sat up abruptly, his eyes more fanatical than a madman's.

He raised his hand and pointed to the bald third senior brother who had planted himself in the ground not far away.

"Third Senior Brother planted himself in the soil so he could sprout! If you could plant spiritual plants in the mechanical arm, using flesh and blood as nutrients and meridians as blood vessels, wouldn't that create a 'living mechanism'?"

"Not only is it indestructible, but it can also self-repair! Plant a mechanical arm in spring, and reap a bountiful harvest in autumn! Senior brother, how romantic it would be if a man-eating flower bloomed on your iron arm!"

Mo Ju was stunned.

Flesh and blood...spiritual plants...mechanics...

"Wonderful...wonderful!" The blue light in Mo Ju's eyes instantly turned into an eerie green light. "If I could graft the third brother onto my arm..."

"Third brother!!!"

Mo Ju roared and charged at the bald man with his serrated knife, his manner more affectionate than if he were seeing his own father.

"Can I borrow some seeds? I want to grow a gourd on my arm! I'm going to achieve biological ascension!"

The bald man over there suddenly pulled his head out of the ground, looking terrified.

"Get out! I don't do infrastructure projects! I don't do hybridization! Don't touch my seeds!"

The two instantly engaged in a fierce chase, kicking up clouds of dust.

Beside the coffin, Kumu was still pondering the size of the "vibration massage" device, muttering, "I also need to add a pillow."

Su Xiu slumped to the ground, wiping away tears as she frantically picked up the copper coins from the mud one by one, blew the dirt off them, and put them back into her bosom.

She looked up at Yu Liang, who was lying in the coffin with his legs crossed, and sniffed.

The pig in her arms opened its eyelids and grunted.

These bumpkins who've never seen the world.

These lunatics.

But this swindler... seems even crazier than a madman.

However, before Yu Liang could even catch his breath...

squeak - creak -

A chilling erhu sound suddenly erupted.