Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Uncle-Master?"

Is anyone there?

"hello?"

"Nobody here?"

……

Yu Chuda and Chu Sheng called out several times, but no one responded.

"They might have gone out."

Yu Chuda curled his lip. Those who cultivate the Tao are always free to do as they please; going out is perfectly normal for them.

"Let's wait!"

"It's getting dark soon." Chu Sheng glanced at the sky, then looked at Wang, the adjutant beside him. "Brother Wang, why don't you go to town and find an inn to rest? We brothers will wait here for a while."

"good!"

Lieutenant Wang didn't stand on ceremony; he felt a chill just looking at the mortuary in front of him.

Who's the kind soul who sleeps in a mortuary?

After exchanging a few polite words, he went down the mountain alone.

Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda didn't say anything more, and found a shady spot to sit cross-legged.

Time passed little by little.

Even after the sun had completely set, there was still no movement at the mortuary.

Now, Chu Sheng was getting a little anxious.

"Mission countdown: 7 hours"

"We can't just wait around; we have to take the initiative."

Chu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and got up, intending to go down the mountain to the town to inquire.

"Junior brother..." Yu Chuda saw Chu Sheng get up and assumed he was hungry. "I saw a shop with pretty good pig's head meat when I passed by earlier. Shall we go try it?"

"I……"

Just as Chu Sheng was about to say that he was going to find Lin Fengjiao, he heard a creaking sound from the courtyard gate behind him.

I turned around and saw that the door was open.

"What's going on?"

Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda exchanged a glance, finding it strange.

"Clang...clang...clang..."

Just then, the sound of things clashing came from inside the mortuary.

It was pitch black inside, and you couldn't see anything.

"Shall we go in and take a look?" Yu Chuda walked to the gate of the courtyard, peeked out, and asked back.

"Forget it, senior brother," Chu Sheng shook his head. "Maybe our uncle is researching something inside. If we go in, it will only make things worse."

"That's true!" Yu Chuda suppressed his curiosity and took a half step back.

But the thing inside seemed to have heard him.

The door was slammed open with a "bang," and several dark figures darted out instantly.

Upon landing, they discovered that the zombies were dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes.

Judging from their official robes, from a lowly ninth-rank official to a first-rank official, they were all dressed in neat rows!

"Zombies?"

Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda were startled. They never expected to run into this person on their martial uncle's territory.

The group of Qing Dynasty zombies hopped and skipped toward the courtyard gate.

"Junior brother, it would be troublesome if these zombies ran into the town at the foot of the mountain." Yu Chuda frowned slightly.

He wanted to stop them, but he was covered in injuries, and the bandages on his arms were still on.

"Don't worry, senior brother. Dealing with a few white-eyed zombies is no problem." A fierce glint flashed in Chu Sheng's eyes, and he pointed his fingers and shouted, "Go!"

The gourd at his waist, used for nurturing swords, trembled violently, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.

A crimson beam shot out like a line of blood, instantly piercing the chest of the leading zombie and blasting open a hole the size of a bowl.

The filthy blood and bits of flesh hadn't even splattered yet—

"pity!"

Chu Sheng sighed. If he had killed this first-rank official's corpse before dealing with Kagura Noyo, it would have only taken one sword strike.

Now it's just a hole.

However, he didn't have time to think too much. With a slight movement of his fingertips and chanting "Gravity Technique," the Northern Emperor's Peach Wood Sword flew back into his hand.

"Just do it yourself!"

Having said that, he drew his sword to deal with the zombies in front of him.

Just as he was about to make a move, he heard a burst of furious cursing:

"Stop! Stop!"

"You little brat, which heartless disciple of yours is attacking my zombie like that!"

"Huh?" Chu Sheng was taken aback and stepped back to Yu Chuda's side.

The two of them looked toward the source of the sound at the same time.

A small, elderly man with round-framed glasses, gray hair, a hunched neck, and a somewhat sleazy appearance emerged from behind the horde of zombies and walked straight up to the two of them.

"Small glasses, red nose, bell in left hand, banner in right hand... You, you are Master Four Eyes?" Yu Chuda recognized the other party, his tone filled with joy.

"Uncle-Master?" Master Four Eyes leaned closer and sniffed Yu Chuda, then sniffed Chu Sheng, his face full of disgust:

"I smell a stench of pedantry in you all."

"No need to guess, he must be the third senior brother's disciple."

"Ahem..." Yu Chuda coughed awkwardly twice. "Uncle-Master, my master is a very nice person."

Master Four Eyes shook his head, took a swig from his wine gourd, and drank it down:

"Your master's pedantry is ingrained in his bones; he can't change it."

Chu Sheng thought about Mao Xiaofang in the TV series and realized that he was indeed a bit stubborn.

However, this is precisely his charm, both his strength and his weakness.

"The sword-nurturing gourd of Mount Shu?" Master Four Eyes' small eyes lit up behind his glasses.

He took off the wine jug, stepped closer, and squinted to examine it closely as if appraising an antique. Then he pursed his lips and took a sip of wine.

"Tell me, where did you dig it up from?"

Yu Chuda's eyes lit up: "Uncle-Master, is this gourd very powerful?"

Master Simu waved his hand dismissively: "It's no worse than our Maoshan's 'Ha Yan' inkstone."

"real?"

Yu Chuda's eyes lit up—Chu Sheng had promised to get him one when he came across a good one in the future.

Master Four Eyes shook his head: "It is indeed a good thing, but it's a pity... the Shu Mountain lineage has been extinct since the Tianqi era."

As he spoke, he looked at Chu Sheng with a puzzled expression:

"Did you perhaps dig up their ruins?"

Chu Sheng smiled wryly: "Uncle-Master, you've wronged me. How could I possibly have the luck to dig up the Shu Mountain ruins?"

"Too."

Master Four Eyes clicked his tongue, looking regretful. "If such a good grave really existed, I would have made my move long ago."

Having said that, he turned back with a pained look at the zombie whose official robes had been pierced:

"You good-for-nothing! Do you know how much trouble it took me, this Daoist, to 'invite' this 'master' out here?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Chuda felt his worldview was about to shatter.

How could a Taoist priest from Maoshan dig up someone else's grave?

"Pedantic!" Master Four Eyes nearly poked Yu Chuda's nose with a finger. "Just like your master!"

"If I don't 'invite' them out, what will I use to refine corpses?"

Yu Chuda pursed his lips, a hint of dissatisfaction in his expression:

"They're not all that great either; they couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from my junior brother."

Master Four Eyes rolled his eyes at Chu Sheng, even more displeased:

"If it weren't for that guy surnamed Sun digging up that old hag Cixi's grave, I, this old Taoist priest, could at least have created a hairy zombie by now."

"Just those yellow eyes alone could scare you to death!"

Yu Chuda was speechless. He never expected that his Uncle Four Eyes would be so unorthodox.

"Um... Uncle Four Eyes, do you know where Uncle Lin is right now?"

With only a few hours left to complete the task, Chu Sheng dared not delay any longer.

"Him!" Master Four Eyes curled his lip. "He's having a feast in the village down there."

"Which village?" Chu Sheng's mind raced, and he replied with a forced smile, "My senior brother and I have been starving for two days."

"Let's chip in and go eat together."

At this point, he chuckled again: "Who knows, maybe there's some good wine in the village down there?"

Upon hearing that there was wine to drink, Master Four Eyes immediately perked up, let out a burp, and nodded, saying:

"Yes, yes, let's go together and get a drink."

As he spoke, he shook the bell in his hand a few times.

Upon hearing the command, the surrounding zombies immediately returned to the mortuary and stood in three neat rows.