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

The entrance to the abandoned mine shaft.

Uncle Nine stuffed the compass into the yellow cloth satchel.

He took out two yellow talismans from his pocket, rubbed them together with his fingers, and the talismans spontaneously combusted without fire. He then made a hand seal, and the burning talismans flew into the mine.

The firelight illuminated the dark cave passage for more than ten meters before going out with a whoosh.

"Even the fire talisman couldn't last three breaths; the death energy inside was too heavy."

Master Simu stepped forward.

"Whether he's dead or alive, even if it's the King of Hell's palace today, we'll drag that old cripple out."

Lin Chen closed his eyes and his ears twitched slightly. Besides the sound of the wind, there was also a faint dripping sound deep in the mine.

"Master, Uncle-Master, there's something inside." Lin Chen opened his eyes.

Uncle Nine nodded.

"Everyone be careful. This mine collapsed years ago, killing hundreds of people. The resentment of these dead people is still there, and the old cripple used an array to catalyze it."

"It must have become a troublesome evil spirit."

Uncle Nine took out three tinderboxes from his bag, blew on them, and gave them to Simu and Lin Chen.

"Four Eyes, you lead the way."

"Lin Chen, you walk in the middle."

"I'll cover the rear. Watch your footing and your head."

The three of them lined up and slowly walked into the mine.

The tunnel was very narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side. The walls were pitted and uneven, all marks left by the miners' picks back then.

Black sewage was accumulating on the ground; when you stepped into it, the sewage went over your shoes and was icy cold.

Master Four Eyes held up a fire-twirling stick, with a bronze greatsword held horizontally in front of his chest.

He walked very slowly, testing the waters with each step.

"This wretched place isn't even a ghost in sight," muttered the Four-Eyed Taoist.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a splashing sound came from above.

A large, dark mass of things flew down from the upside-down stalactites.

It lunged at the three of them in the face.

"It's a bloodthirsty bat!" Uncle Nine shouted.

These bats are a size larger than ordinary bats, with bright red eyes and sharp teeth.

Master Four Eyes brandished his greatsword, smashing the first few bats flying at the front into a bloody pulp.

There were so many bats that they swarmed towards us in droves.

Lin Chen formed a hand seal and activated the technique by telekinesis.

The black sewage on the ground rose into the air, turning into a curtain of water that blocked the three of them.

The bats crashed into the water curtain and were bounced away.

Lin Chen flicked the lightning-struck wooden sword in the backhand, and the righteous energy of heavenly lightning spread out along the water curtain.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

The bat that got wet was electrocuted and started smoking, then fell to the ground.

The air was filled with a burnt smell.

"Good lad, that hand grenade technique was beautifully executed!" Master Four Eyes gave a thumbs up.

Lin Chen sheathed his wooden sword and glanced at the bat carcass on the ground.

Black, viscous fluid oozed from the bat's belly.

"These beasts grow up eating human flesh, and their bodies are full of corpse poison," Uncle Nine said as he stepped forward.

The three continued walking inside.

The further you go, the more spacious the space becomes.

Rusty abandoned minecarts and scattered pickaxes were found on the ground, and piles of bones lay in the corners of the walls, all belonging to miners who were buried in the mine shafts years ago.

"Tick-tock..."

The sound of dripping water became clearer.

A fork in the road appeared ahead, splitting into two paths, left and right.

Uncle Nine stopped, took out a Bagua mirror, and pointed it at the two passages.

The Bagua mirror in the left passage did not react.

In the passageway on the right, the mirror surface reflected a greenish light.

"The right side." Uncle Nine put away the Bagua mirror.

The three of them were just about to step into the passage on the right.

A suona sound came from deep within the passage, echoing through the empty mine.

Why would someone be playing the suona in the mine during broad daylight?

Master Four Eyes gripped the bronze sword tightly.

"What kind of trick is that old man up to now?"

The sound of suona horns drew near, accompanied by the sound of orderly footsteps.

A strange procession appeared at the edge of the area illuminated by the fire pyrotechnics.

Four pale figures carried a blood-red coffin and slowly walked towards them.

Lin Chen looked at it carefully.

That wasn't a living person at all.

Four paper figures, each as tall as a person.

It looked exactly like the paper figure I saw at the mortuary last night, with blush on its face and a wide grin that stretched to its ears.

The paper figure was dressed in white mourning clothes.

They carried the blackened red coffin with light, unsteady steps.

The coffin lid wasn't nailed shut, and it creaked as the paper figure moved around.

"Paper figures carrying a coffin!" Uncle Nine shouted.

"This is a method used by heretical cultivators to transport extremely yin substances!"

"The coffin must contain something extremely ominous!"

The paper figures carrying the coffin stopped ten meters away from the three people.

The suona horn stopped.

The mine was so quiet that only the breathing of the three people could be heard.

"Bang!"

The coffin lid was blown off, and a hand covered in green hair reached out from inside the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, a swollen monster covered in green hair sat up, its face rotten into pieces, making its features unrecognizable.

"Green-haired water corpse!" Four-Eyes Taoist priest cursed.

"Just how many disgusting things did that old cripple hide in the mine?!"

The green-haired water corpse crawled out of the coffin, its movements somewhat stiff, but its speed increased as soon as its feet touched the ground.

Transforming into a green shadow, it pounced towards the four-eyed Taoist priest at the front.

Master Four Eyes swung his bronze sword and chopped at the water corpse's head.

"when!"

The greatsword struck the water corpse's shoulder, but only managed to cut in half an inch.

The skin and flesh of the green-haired water corpse are extremely tough.

The water corpse swung its claws and grabbed at the chest of the Four-Eyed Taoist.

Master Simu retreated, his Taoist robe being ripped open in five places, nearly injuring his skin.

"This thing isn't afraid of being cut!" Master Four Eyes shouted.

The four paper figures carrying the coffin were not idle either. They threw down the carrying poles in their hands and pulled out paper mourning sticks from their sleeves.

They surrounded Lin Chen and Uncle Jiu.

Lin Chen snorted coldly.

He pulled out four master-level corpse-suppressing talismans from his waist.

Remote object retrieval activated.

Four yellow talismans were pasted on the foreheads of four paper figures, fixing them in place.

Lin Chen rushed forward in one stride.

The wooden sword swept across.

Heavenly thunder erupted with righteous energy.

The four paper figures had no chance to resist and were burned to ashes.

Having dealt with the paper figure, Lin Chen turned to look at the green-haired water corpse.

At this moment, Uncle Nine took out the ink line, put one end of the ink line in his mouth, and held the other end in his hand.

"Four Eyes, corner it!" Uncle Nine commanded.

Master Four Eyes bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the bronze greatsword.

The greatsword glowed with a red light.

He roared and charged at the water corpse with both hands, gripping the sword. The water corpse was burned by the yang energy on the greatsword and let out a howl.

Uncle Nine seized the opportunity and flicked out the ink line in his hand. The ink line, stained with rooster blood and black dog blood, was directly placed over the head of the green-haired water corpse.

"Sizzle!"

When the ink line touched the water corpse's skin, a large plume of white smoke appeared. The water corpse struggled, flailing its claws wildly, trying to tear off the ink line.

Uncle Nine's ink line is specially made and extremely resilient. The more the water corpse struggles, the tighter the ink line becomes.

Lin Chen seized the opportunity, using the Seven Star Step to appear beside the water corpse.

He raised the lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand and poured all his magical power into it.

"break!"

Lin Chen thrust his sword into the water zombie's throat, one of the most vulnerable spots on the zombie's body.

The lightning-struck wooden sword pierced the water corpse's neck, and the righteous energy of heavenly lightning raged wildly inside the water corpse.

The water corpse's body convulsed violently a few times, then collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

Master Simu leaned against the rock wall, panting.

"That's fucking exhausting."

Uncle Nine put away the inkwell.

"This is just a semi-finished product that has been catalyzed."

"The old cripple is using these things to deplete our magical power and physical strength."

Lin Chen glanced at the blood-red coffin on the ground.

"Master, Senior Uncle, we can't delay any longer."

"The extreme yin energy in this place is dissipating, all converging towards the deepest part of the mine."

"Old Master Ren is about to complete his transformation."

The three exchanged a glance and said nothing more.

They stepped directly across the black water on the ground and quickened their pace toward the depths of the mine.