Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Upon hearing this, Mama looked somewhat embarrassed: "I...it was an accident!"

"Accident?"

Uncle Nine's voice rose eight octaves, "You lost a corpse, let it turn into a zombie, and it bit countless people!"

"You're telling me it was an accident?"

"Mom, what have you been doing all these years?"

"Don't try to lecture me!"

She retorted, her neck stiff with arrogance, "Your cultivation is only slightly higher than mine, so don't put on that airs of a senior uncle all the time..."

"Am I putting on airs?"

Uncle Nine was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed. "Look at yourself!"

"The disciples I've trained are all unreliable, and their own cultivation hasn't improved in decades; all they do is eat, drink, and have fun!"

"It's one thing to be incompetent yourself, but to actually come out and teach apprentices is simply misleading them!"

"Say that again!" Mama instantly bristled, glaring at Uncle Nine!

They scolded me like I was their grandson; it was absolutely outrageous!

"What's wrong with you?"

Uncle Nine was also furious, and he was very disappointed in his son's lack of ambition!

"If Lin Bei and his group hadn't happened to pass by, you lot would all be executed by now!"

"So be it! I don't want to live anymore anyway!" Mama flung her sleeves and walked away angrily.

Ah Qiang quickly grabbed him: "Master, don't get angry with your senior brother..."

Uncle Nine, too lazy to look at him anymore, turned to Lin Bei: "This zombie has been tampered with, and it will probably be difficult to get rid of it using conventional methods in a short time."

"That zombie became so evil because a foreigner injected it with a strange drug."

"The medicine?" Although Lin Bei already knew, he still cooperated with Uncle Jiu.

"That's right..."

Uncle Nine nodded. "Now I want to know what that foreigner injected into this zombie to make it immune to sunlight and talismans."

"If we can find that foreigner, perhaps we can find a solution."

Lin Bei nodded.

He knew in his heart that although this zombie was difficult to deal with, it retained its passion for music from its lifetime.

If the right timing and methods are found, there is still a chance to completely resolve it.

After a whole night of commotion, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

After playing with Xiaobai Ling for a while, Lin Bei entered a state of cultivation.

Seeing this, Xiao Bailing obediently lay down beside his legs, staring blankly at the moon in the sky.

In the evening, Ren Shichang heard that Uncle Jiu had also come to town, so he quickly asked the inn to prepare a sumptuous feast.

He had hoped to take this opportunity to have a couple of drinks with Uncle Nine and maybe even build a relationship with him.

But when he walked into the lobby and saw Mama sitting at the table with her legs crossed, about to take off her shoes and pick at her toes, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

Damn it, I forgot this slob was here too, what a mistake...

"...Um, Uncle Jiu, I just remembered I have some urgent business to attend to, so please excuse me."

After Ren Shichang finished speaking, he turned around and left the inn with Ren Zhuzhu without looking back.

Uncle Nine watched Ren Shichang's hasty departure, then turned to look at Mama Di across from him, who was happily picking at his nails.

Especially that last pinch, it feels so good!

Uncle Nine frowned, but didn't say anything. He simply picked up his chopsticks to pick up some food.

"Uncle-Master, let's get the food first."

Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian had already made preparations in advance.

The two of them each took a large bowl and, before Mamadi started her performance, quickly filled their bowls with food and placed them in front of them.

Then I moved the bowl to the side so as not to affect my appetite later.

Uncle Nine glanced at the two of them, displeased: "What are you two doing? You have no manners at all."

In his heart, Lin Bei had always been a good role model of a well-behaved child, so why is he like this now...?

Lin Bei smiled but didn't say anything, while Shi Shaojian lowered his head and drank, pretending not to hear.

Uncle Jiu shook his head, picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, chewed it a couple of times, and was about to pick up a piece of braised pork when Mama Di across from him started to eat.

She rubbed her toes very carefully, scrubbing each one thoroughly, and then picked them up and smelled them.

Mama: I rub... I rub... I rub and rub!

He then stuck his hand into his nostril and dug around a couple of times, pulling out a lump of something which he rubbed between his fingertips before flicking it with practiced ease...

Then... he reached out and grabbed the braised pork on the table.

The movements were so fluid and graceful that Uncle Nine's chopsticks froze in mid-air, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"..." Uncle Nine's expression darkened visibly.

"Calm down...I need to calm down..."

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and prepared to eat some food to calm himself down.

Then, when I looked up, I saw Mama scratching her butt and then reaching for the chicken leg on the plate.

"I can't calm down!"

Uncle Nine finally lost his temper and slammed his chopsticks on the table.

The loud noise startled Mama, who was engrossed in eating, so much that her hand trembled and she almost dropped the chicken leg.

He looked up at Uncle Nine, his face blank: "What's wrong with you?"

"The chicken leg almost fell off..."

"Am I going crazy?"

Uncle Nine's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger, "Mammadi! Get up right now!"

"You think I'll just stand there because you tell me to?"

With a chicken leg still in her mouth, Mama mumbled an indistinct reply, "I won't!"

"Look at yourself!"

Uncle Nine pointed at the ground and said, "They rub their toes, pick their noses, scratch their butts, and then grab vegetables directly with their hands!"

"Do you think you're in your own home?! Huh?!"

"As a disciple of Maoshan, it's one thing to have poor table manners, but look at your slovenly appearance!"

"You were as dirty as a homeless person, your hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and your clothes were covered in grease. Who would recognize you as a Taoist priest if you walked down the street?"

"Even a beggar on the street is more respectable than you!"

Mama was also enraged by the scolding. She suddenly stood up, spitting as she shouted, "Did my mother give birth to me just so you could scold me?"

"Why should you tell me what to do when I eat?"

"Hey Lin, I know you don't like me!"

"It's your mother's fault for giving birth to you..." Uncle Jiu was so angry he really wanted to go over and slap him.

"It's your fault for arguing with me..."

"Your mother may have made mistakes, but she didn't expect you to ruin yourself like this, did she?"

"And remember this: I'm your senior, so I have authority over you!"

"Look at the apprentices you've trained; they're all unreliable."

"One lost a corpse and created a zombie, while the other is a taciturn guy who can't do anything!"

"Your own cultivation has made no progress in decades, you just laze around all day waiting to die, and yet you come out to take on disciples and mislead others!"

"Put your hands on your conscience and ask yourself, are you worthy of the ancestors of Maoshan?"

Mama flicked her nose with her middle finger and snapped, "Don't try to intimidate me with your ancestral teachings!"

"So what if you joined the family a few years earlier than me?"

"You always act like you're some kind of superior senior!"

"Me, putting on airs? At least I wouldn't pick my toes at the dinner table!"

Uncle Nine slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "When you were learning your skills at Maoshan, how did your master teach you?"

"You've learned nothing but 'don't talk while eating or sleeping,' 'be hygienic,' and 'respect others'—have you even kept them all to yourself?"

Mama glared at Uncle Nine, retorting stubbornly, "This is just my eating habit, what are you going to do about it?"

"You call this a habit? That's animalistic behavior!"

"Look at your behavior! How are you befitting a disciple of Maoshan?"

"I don't look like it? You do! You do, okay!"

The two argued more and more fiercely, and it looked like they were about to come to blows.

Ah-Qiang and Ah-Hao huddled in the corner, not daring to breathe.

Lin Bei put down his chopsticks, stood up, and walked between the two men: "Second Uncle, stop arguing. We're all trying to solve the zombie problem. Let's not make a fool of ourselves in front of outsiders."

Uncle Nine snorted coldly, suppressing his anger, and took two steps back with his hands behind his back.

He said in a deep voice, "The solar eclipse will be in two days. At that time, the yin energy will be at its peak and the yang energy at its weakest, which will affect the medicinal power within that zombie corpse."

"I will set up a Bagua trapping corpse formation in the ancestral hall, and then use a pocket watch to lure it in, so that I can kill it with one blow in combination with the formation."

"Where did you learn all these skills?"

Mama was still muttering to herself, "Master never taught this back then."

"My master didn't teach me, so can't I cultivate on my own?"

Uncle Nine glared at him. "Do you think everyone is like you, stuck in the same place for decades, stagnant?"

Mama was so choked up that she couldn't speak, and angrily sat back down on the stool.

I reached out to grab some food, but the chopsticks just didn't feel right in my hand.

Enraged, he slammed his chopsticks on the table and grabbed a handful of peanuts, stuffing them into his mouth.