Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

The courtyard of the mortuary finally quieted down.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai sheepishly took brooms and went to sweep the backyard.

Uncle Nine threw the rattan cane he was holding onto the table, picked up the cold tea, and took a big gulp.

After laughing enough, Master Si Mu crossed his legs and swung them around.

"Feng Jiao, your two apprentices are truly getting worse with each generation."

"Why don't you fire them and hire two new ones instead, so they don't drive you crazy one day?"

Uncle Nine rolled his eyes at him, annoyed.

"Don't just stand there and talk like you know nothing. I raised these two boys from childhood. Even if they're not very bright, they're still family."

"As for you, you've got incredible luck picking up such a precious disciple as Lin Chen, you're practically strutting around like a pea in the sky."

Master Simu chuckled, not blushing at all.

Lin Chen stood quietly behind Master Simu, already used to the bickering between the two elders.

His gaze swept across the main hall, looking at the portrait of the founder of Maoshan enshrined on the shrine, and he pondered the plot to come.

Uncle Nine put down his teacup and sighed.

"Things haven't been peaceful in town lately, so I took on a troublesome job."

Master Simu became interested and stepped forward to ask.

"What kind of troublesome work? If it's troublesome for you, Fengjiao, it must be quite lucrative, right?"

Uncle Nine glared at him and began to get down to business.

"It was Mr. Ren Fa, the richest man in town, who insisted on moving his father's grave."

"The old man's tomb was a geomantically auspicious site, called the Dragonfly Skimming Water Cave."

"It is 34 feet long, but only 4 feet are usable; it is 13 feet wide, but only 3 feet are usable."

"Moreover, the feng shui master instructed that the coffin should not be buried flat, but should be buried in a proper manner."

After listening, Master Four Eyes stroked his chin.

"If the ancestors are buried upright, the descendants will surely be great. This feng shui arrangement is excellent."

Uncle Nine shook his head.

"It's not wrong, but Old Master Ren used coercion and bribery to snatch this land from the feng shui master before his death."

"The feng shui master held a grudge and made the Ren family cover the tomb with cement."

"Like a dragonfly skimming the water, the water is covered by cement, how can it skim? This is a hopeless situation, the Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse over the past twenty years."

Lin Chen listened from the side and nodded in approval. Uncle Nine's feng shui skills were indeed impressive; he spoke with great clarity and logic.

Master Simu said.

"Then why bother moving the grave? Just exhume the coffin and move it to another location, won't that be enough?"

Uncle Nine's expression turned serious.

"The problem lies in the exhumation of the coffin."

"When the coffin was opened, the old man's body, which had been there for twenty years, showed no signs of decay at all."

"The fingernails have grown two inches long and the skin has turned black; this is clearly a sign of a zombie turning into a zombie."

Master Simu was taken aback.

"A corpse that hasn't decomposed in twenty years? If it were to turn into a zombie, it would be an armored zombie at the very least."

"Didn't you burn him on the spot?"

Uncle Nine helplessly shrugged.

"Master Ren absolutely refused, saying that his father was most afraid of fire when he was alive, and that he absolutely could not be cremated after his death."

"There's no other way, I can only carry the coffin back to the mortuary and put it in the morgue in the backyard."

"Last night I had Qiusheng and Wencai use ink lines to fluff the coffin to suppress the lingering stench of death inside."

Hearing this, Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat.

A coffin made of ink line?

In the original storyline, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, those two troublemakers, accidentally leaked the bottom of the coffin when they were flicking it.

Lin Chen immediately spoke up to remind him.

"Uncle-Master, ink line coffins can indeed suppress corpses, but they must be placed in all directions without any blind spots."

"Did it bounce off the bottom of the coffin?"

Uncle Nine was picking up his teacup to drink when he heard this and paused.

He knew his two apprentices' character all too well; they always avoided the difficult tasks and would never get the bullet out of such a hard place as the bottom of a coffin!

"Qiu Sheng! A man of great talent!"

Uncle Nine shouted, threw down his teacup, and ran towards the morgue in the backyard.

Master Simu and Lin Chen quickly followed.

In the backyard, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were playfully fighting with brooms when they heard Uncle Jiu shout. They were so startled that they dropped their brooms.

"Master, what's wrong?" Qiu Sheng stammered.

Uncle Nine shoved them aside and rushed into the morgue.

In the very center of the morgue, there was a nanmu coffin supported by a long bench, and the surface of the coffin was indeed covered with crisscrossing black ink lines.

Uncle Nine lay down on the ground and looked under the coffin.

It's spotless, without even a single ink stain!

Uncle Nine's face instantly darkened, and he pointed at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's noses.

"You two good-for-nothing bastards!"

"I repeatedly told you that the ink line should cover the entire coffin! And you still left a gap at the bottom!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai exchanged a glance, then shrank back, not daring to speak.

Wen Cai muttered softly.

"Master, the coffin is so heavy, the two of us can't lift it. We were thinking that the zombies down there shouldn't be able to get out, right?"

Uncle Nine was so angry that he slapped Wen Cai on the back of the head.

"The zombies can't get out? All the earth's energy is leaking in from below!"

"Quickly bring the ink line, fix it now!"

Just then, Lin Chen walked to the coffin, reached out and touched the coffin lid, and moved his nose.

"Uncle-Master, you don't need to play anymore."

Uncle Nine asked, "Why?"

Lin Chen pointed to the gap in the coffin.

"The stench of death inside has dissipated, and the coffin nails have loosened."

Uncle Nine's expression changed drastically, and he pushed the coffin lid open with both hands.

When everyone peered inside, the coffin was completely empty, not even a hair remained, except for a layer of bodily fluids at the bottom.

Uncle Nine felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost lost his balance.

"It's over...this is a disaster."

Master Simu quickly helped Uncle Jiu up.

"Feng Jiao, don't panic. Even if that old man runs away, he won't amount to anything anytime soon."

"Let's grab our weapons and follow the corpse's aura!"

Uncle Nine steadied himself and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, get the weapons!"

Just as everyone was preparing to return to the main hall to retrieve the ritual implements.

A knock came at the gate of the mortuary.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Uncle Jiu! Uncle Jiu, open the door! Someone's been killed!"

Qiu Sheng quickly ran over and opened the door.

A security guard in uniform ran in, his hat gone, and he was covered in sweat.

"Uncle Jiu! Something terrible has happened!"

"Master Ren...Master Ren has been murdered!"

Uncle Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed the security guard by the collar.

"What did you say? Ren Fa is dead? How did he die?"

The security guards were trembling with fear.

"He died...he died in his own study."

"His neck... was covered in blood; he died a horrible death!"

"The captain told me to come and get you right away!"

Uncle Nine released his grip, but the worst-case scenario still occurred.

The first thing a zombie does after being exhumed is to seek out its blood relatives. By drinking the blood of its closest relatives, the zombie's strength will increase dramatically.

This old man drank his own son's blood and is now a dangerous zombie.

"Master, this is a huge problem," Lin Chen calmly analyzed from the side.

"Old Master Ren's strength has greatly increased after he drank Old Master Ren's blood."

"Moreover, if Master Ren is bitten to death by a zombie, his body will rise to life tonight if it is not dealt with quickly."

Uncle Jiu said.

"Grab your weapons, let's go to the Ren residence!"

"Simu, Lin Chen, you two come with me."

"Many hands make light work; this matter cannot be resolved peacefully today."

Master Four Eyes patted the bronze sword on his back.

"Don't worry, senior brother. With me here, even if he turns into a bronze-armored corpse, I'll still skin him alive."

The group grabbed peach wood swords, Bagua mirrors, and yellow talismans, and hurriedly left the mortuary, heading straight for the Ren family mansion in town.

The streets of the town were bustling with activity.

A gust of cold wind blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves on the ground.

Lin Chen walked at the very back of the group, his hand resting on the lightning-struck wooden sword at his waist.

The Renjia Town instance has finally officially begun.

It's hard to tell whether Old Master Ren, who drank the blood of his closest relatives, or that mutated royal zombie, is more resilient.

Lin Chen even felt a sense of anticipation.