Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Si Mu turned around and patted Lin Bei on the shoulder: "You little brat, you're better than your master was back then."

"Go to General Mountain to get the coffin fungus, which saved your Ninth Uncle and Martial Uncle. In return, I will impart all my knowledge of the Divine Strike Technique to you."

Lin Bei smiled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle-Master, I will definitely bring back the coffin fungus."

He turned to Shi Shaojian: "Senior brother, I'm entrusting the mortuary to you."

Shi Shaojian wanted to say something more, but in the end he just nodded vigorously: "Be careful."

Si Mu crouched down and picked up Uncle Jiu in his arms: "Let's go, let's get back to the mortuary first!"

Then, carrying Uncle Jiu, he strode out of the Ren residence, while Qiu Sheng carried Wen Cai on his back and followed closely behind him.

Lin Bei greeted Ren Shichang before quickly following after him.

After returning to the mortuary, Si Mu gently laid Uncle Jiu on the prayer mat in the center of the main hall, then took three incense sticks from the offering table, lit them, and placed them in the incense burner.

Then he sat cross-legged next to Uncle Nine, made hand seals, and slowly injected a powerful magical force into Uncle Nine's body.

"Senior brother, I'm using the incense power of our ancestral master to protect your heart and soul. I hope you can hold on a little longer!"

Sweat rolled down Si Mu's forehead, making him look extremely strained.

Maintaining this infusion of magical power was clearly extremely taxing on him, but he dared not relax his movements for a moment.

Qiu Sheng stood to the side, anxious as an ant on a hot pan: "Uncle-Master, Master, he..."

"Shut up!" Si Mu glared at him. "I'm trying to keep him alive! Be quiet!"

Qiu Sheng quickly shut up, afraid that he might accidentally send his master away!

Lin Bei knelt down beside Simu: "Uncle-Master, I'm about to set off. Before I return, you must protect Uncle-Master Jiu."

Si Mu opened his eyes and glanced at him: "Don't worry, with the ancestral master's incense protecting him, he won't die anytime soon, but if it drags on for too long, the cracks in his primordial spirit will be irreparable."

"Disciple understands."

Lin Bei stood up and took one last look at Uncle Jiu lying on the ground. Although Uncle Jiu's breathing was more stable than when he was at the Ren residence, the purplish-black color on his chest was still slowly spreading.

He then turned and strode out of the main hall. Shi Shaojian was waiting for him in the courtyard. When he saw him come out, he took out a bulging cloth bag from his storage bag and stuffed it into his hand.

"These are some supplies I've accumulated over time, along with a few healing pills. Keep them with you, just in case you need them."

Lin Bei took the cloth bag and weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy. "When did you secretly draw so many talismans?"

"Ahem, better safe than sorry, I usually draw a little extra at night!"

Lin Bei gave Shi Shaojian a thumbs up!

Shi Shaojian patted him on the shoulder, "Go quickly, and come back soon."

After exiting the mortuary and determining his direction, Lin Bei swiftly disappeared into the night like a gust of wind.

With his current pace, he could reach General Mountain before dawn if he traveled at full speed for over a hundred miles of mountain road.

Inside the main hall of the mortuary, Si Mu sat cross-legged next to Uncle Jiu, his hands still in the posture of channeling magic power, and beads of sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

The purplish-black lines on Uncle Nine's chest had spread to the vicinity of his collarbone, and wisps of black energy were still moving under his skin. Although the speed was slower than before, there was still no sign of it stopping.

"Senior brother, can you hold on?" Simu said through gritted teeth in a low voice. "Your good junior nephew has already gone to find coffin fungus for you. If you can't hold on, our decades-long brotherhood will end here."

Uncle Nine did not respond; only faint breathing could be heard.

At the Ren residence, Ren Shichang was directing his servants to clean up the mess in the courtyard. The rubble and body parts scattered all over the ground were a chilling sight.

Ren Zhuzhu stood at the entrance of the Ren family mansion, gazing in the direction of the mortuary, and whispered, "Dad, will that Taoist priest who can conjure lightning with his hands... ever come back?"

Ren Shichang was taken aback for a moment, then glared at her irritably: "You're just a young girl, don't pry into these things!"

Ren Zhuzhu pursed her lips, but her gaze still couldn't help but drift towards the direction of the mortuary.

. . . . . .

Lin Bei traveled at a rapid pace, covering more than a hundred miles of mountain road. What would take an ordinary person several days to do would be a journey of several miles. However, with his mid-stage mage cultivation and mid-stage iron-bone physique, he managed to reach the foot of General Mountain before the first light of dawn.

General Mountain is not high, but it is steep and dark brown all over. Looking up, the whole mountain is devoid of life, with dead trees and no grass growing.

The entire mountain was shrouded in a layer of hazy mist. After opening his Dharma Eye, Lin Bei immediately gasped.

That layer of mist was no ordinary water vapor; it was clearly a dense, almost tangible aura of corpses, spreading down from the mountaintop and obscuring the sky for miles around.

"This place..." Lin Bei swallowed hard, "is even more dangerous than I imagined."

"As expected of the place where flying zombies slumber, it's unimaginable just how terrifying they are!"

He glanced at the sky; it was almost dawn, but the corpse aura on the mountain was too thick, and sunlight couldn't penetrate it at all.

However, according to Master Four Eyes, the flying zombie is currently in a dormant period, and as long as it doesn't cause any major disturbance, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Lin Bei found a relatively secluded rock at the foot of the mountain and sat down. He took out a water pouch from his spatial stone, drank a couple of mouthfuls, ate some dry rations, and after eating and drinking his fill, he began to circulate the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture to restore his magical power.

Traveling all night had taken a toll, and I still had about 60% of my mana left.

He must be in peak condition before going up the mountain; if anything goes wrong, every extra bit of magical power will give him a better chance of survival.

Two hours later, Lin Bei opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them. The purple pseudo-core in his dantian glowed warmly, and his magical power had recovered to ninety percent.

It was noon, and even General Mountain, shrouded in the aura of corpses, was greatly affected.

Lin Bei gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly and strode up the mountain!

In the main hall, Si Mu sat cross-legged next to Uncle Jiu, his hands still in the posture of channeling magic power, his face pale, looking like he had exhausted his magic power.

After most of the night had passed, the spread of the purplish-black pattern on Uncle Nine's chest finally slowed down, stopping near his collarbone, and the black energy within his body was no longer so active.

"May the Ancestral Master borrow the power of incense to suppress evil spirits and dispel misfortune!" Si Mu suddenly shouted, his hand seals changing rapidly. In the main hall, the rich incense power in front of the Ancestral Master was suddenly drawn towards him, shooting straight into Uncle Jiu's brow through Si Mu's fingertips!

The power of the incense flowed slowly along Uncle Nine's meridians, gradually suppressing the chaotic Yin Sha curse power within his body.

They sat there for another half an hour, until the first rooster crowed outside the window, and only then did Si Mu slowly cease his practice.

He let out a long breath, withdrew his hands, swayed twice, and almost fell to the ground.

Shi Shaojian, who was standing nearby, quickly caught him and asked, "Uncle-Master! Are you alright?"

"It's nothing... I just used up a lot of magic power, I'll be fine after a rest." Si Mu waved his hand and stood up weakly. "I've temporarily suppressed the Yin Sha Curse in Senior Brother's body, and it won't worsen in the short term."

"But if we can't get the coffin fungus back, this suppression won't last long."