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

Those were five or six large weasels.

It was a size larger than an ordinary stray dog, and its fur was glossy and smooth.

The leader was an old weasel, its whiskers all white.

The old weasel slid down the pillar.

It ignored Lin Chen and Master Simu who were leaning against the pillar and went straight for the zombie in the corner.

The old weasel stood up, placing its two front paws on the zombie's shoulders.

Open its pointed mouth and suck hard into the zombie's nose.

Visible gray corpse energy was drawn out of the zombie's nostrils and into the old yellow weasel's mouth.

After inhaling the corpse's aura, the old weasel squinted its eyes in comfort.

"How dare they defy the laws of nature!"

Master Four Eyes couldn't keep up the act any longer, so he jumped up and swung his bronze sword directly at the enemy.

Old Yellow Weasel reacts quickly.

It loosened its grip and rolled to the side, dodging the greatsword.

The bronze sword crashed to the ground, sending sparks flying.

The old weasel screamed.

Several other weasels on the roof also jumped down, surrounding Master Four Eyes and Lin Chen in the middle.

"A few beasts dare to steal my business!"

Master Four Eyes swung his greatsword and slashed at the nearest weasel.

The weasel dodged, circled behind Master Four Eyes, and bit his calf.

"court death!"

Lin Chen used the Seven Star Steps to appear directly next to the weasel that had launched the sneak attack, and swung his lightning-struck wooden sword at it.

With a bang.

The wooden sword struck the weasel firmly on the waist.

The weasel had a head of copper, bones of iron, and a waist of tofu. Lin Chen exerted his strength and shattered the weasel's waist bones.

The weasel let out a miserable cry and flew out, crashing into the wall and remaining motionless.

When the old weasel saw its companion being killed, its eyes darted around and its tail twitched.

puff.

A yellow, foul odor emanated from its rear end.

The stench was incredibly foul and also had hallucinogenic and toxic properties.

"Watch out! Hold your breath!"

Master Simu covered his nose and backed away.

Lin Chen walked forward.

"Trying to poison us?"

Lin Chen formed a hand seal and activated the technique to retrieve objects from a distance.

A tattered cloth mat floated up from the ground. Lin Chen tossed it aside.

The tattered mat flew towards the old weasel and stuck directly onto its mouth and nose.

The old weasel, with its mouth and nose stuffed up, rolled around on the ground, suffocating.

Lin Chen stepped forward and pointed the tip of his lightning-struck wooden sword downwards.

puff.

The wooden sword pierced through the old weasel's head.

The righteous energy of heavenly thunder flashed across the sword tip, burning its brain marrow.

The old weasel whipped him twice, and he was dead.

The remaining weasels, seeing their leader dead, cried out in terror.

They escaped into the thick fog through broken windows and holes in the walls.

Lin Chen wiped the blood off the lightning-struck wooden sword in the grass and tucked it back into his waistband.

Master Simu walked over, kicked the dead weasel on the ground, and cursed.

"These bastards are getting more and more outrageous! They even dare to touch my goods!"

Master Four Eyes walked to the corner and examined the ten zombies.

When he reached the zombie whose corpse energy had been sucked by the old weasel, his expression changed.

The talisman on the zombie's forehead turned completely black.

The edges of the talisman paper were brittle and would fall off with a gust of wind.

The zombie's originally pale face now had a bluish-gray tinge, and its eye sockets were sunken.

Master Simu slapped his thigh.

"Oh my god, half of the corpse energy has dissipated! How am I going to explain this to my employer?!"

The profession of corpse transport emphasizes keeping the entire body intact.

If the corpse is shriveled or disfigured, the employer will deduct a large sum of money.

Master Simu quickly pulled out the cinnabar pen from his pocket, the one that was almost completely worn out.

He dipped a little cinnabar he carried with him in and drew talismans on yellow paper.

Draw a talisman to suppress the zombie, and stick it on the zombie's forehead with a snap.

As soon as the yellow talisman was pasted on, it lit up with a faint red light, which quickly dimmed again.

The zombie's shriveled cheeks did not recover.

"No, this cinnabar doesn't have enough yang energy to suppress the dissipated corpse energy."

Master Simu was so anxious he was pacing back and forth.

Lin Chen reached into his pocket and pulled out the wooden box that Uncle Jiu had given him.

Open the wooden box; inside are a purple bamboo brush and top-grade cinnabar.

"Master, try this." Lin Chen handed over the wooden box.

Master Simu leaned over and took a look, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Purple bamboo wolf hair brush? Top-grade cinnabar?"

He snatched the wooden box and examined it closely, turning it over and over in his hands.

"When did Lin Fengjiao, that old miser, become so generous?"

"I've been asking him for this piece of cinnabar for three years, and he hasn't given me even a speck of it!"

Master Simu looked at Lin Chen with a sour expression.

"That old guy is obviously eyeing your potential and trying to poach my talent."

Lin Chen offered some words of advice.

"Master, hurry and fix it, it's almost dawn."

Master Simu nodded and handed the wooden box to Lin Chen.

"Your talisman-drawing skills are more reliable than mine, so you draw it, using this top-grade cinnabar."

Lin Chen did not refuse.

He took out a small porcelain bowl from his bundle, poured in some rootless water, and crushed a little bit of top-grade cinnabar and put it in.

Cinnabar dissolves when it comes into contact with water, and a layer of red light appears on the surface of the water.

Lin Chen picked up the purple bamboo brush, dipped it in cinnabar water, and circulated the "Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture" within his body.

The magic flowed down his arm and into the purple bamboo pen, causing the pen tip to glow with a purple light.

Lin Chen took out a piece of yellow paper and spread it on the offering table.

Flip your wrist and begin drawing symbols.

The process of drawing the symbols did not stop.

As the last stroke was made, the entire corpse-suppressing talisman burst forth with a golden-red light.

The light flashed a few times and then disappeared into the talisman.

"Good lad, a master-level corpse-suppressing talisman!"

Master Simu nodded repeatedly beside him.

Lin Chen picked up the drawn corpse-suppressing talisman and walked to the damaged zombie.

Tear off the blackened, worn-out talisman and stick the new one on top.

"Freeze!" Lin Chen shouted.

A golden-red light shone forth, enveloping the zombie's entire body.

The pure yang energy of top-grade cinnabar, combined with the power of a master-level talisman, reassembled the scattered corpse energy within the zombie.

The zombie's shriveled cheeks puffed up, returning to their ghastly white color.

Master Simu let out a breath.

"It's safe now, the employer won't be able to tell."

He turned to look at the purple bamboo pen in Lin Chen's hand, a little envious.

Lin Chen immediately put the pen and cinnabar into the wooden box and tucked them into his pocket.

"Master, this was given to me by my senior brother, so please don't covet it."

Master Simu coughed twice.

"Am I the kind of person who would covet my apprentice's treasures?"

"Quickly throw these dead weasels out; it'll be dawn soon."

Lin Chen picked up the weasel's corpse from the ground and threw it into the bushes outside the dilapidated temple.

The thick fog outside began to dissipate.

The eastern sky was turning white.

Once the sun comes out, the zombies cannot be exposed to light.

The two drove the ten zombies into a windowless side hall behind the dilapidated temple.

They nailed the door shut with wooden boards to prevent sunlight from getting in, and then the two returned to the main hall.

Master Simu found a clean corner and fell asleep immediately.

I was up most of the night last night, and I really couldn't take it anymore.

Lin Chen was not sleepy.

He has high mental attributes and is full of energy.

Lin Chen sat cross-legged in front of the offering table, recalling the details of his fight with the weasel last night.

These spirits are not physically strong, but they are cunning and treacherous, so we need to be prepared with some tricks.

Lin Chen took out the Purple Bamboo Brush and top-grade Cinnabar, and took advantage of the daytime rest to draw more talismans for later use.

Corpse-suppressing talisman, evil-expelling talisman, mind-purifying talisman.

Lin Chen continued drawing, one picture after another.

The purple bamboo brush transmits magical power smoothly, resulting in a high success rate in drawing talismans.

After drawing all morning, Lin Chen put away his brush and carefully stored the completed talismans.

He walked to the entrance of the main hall and looked at the village outside.

The sun shines on my body.

Lin Chen circulated the "Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture" to absorb free spiritual energy.

The magical power within his dantian slowly rotated, gradually increasing in size.

By evening.

The sun set, and darkness fell.

Master Simu woke up with a yawn, stretched, and walked over to Lin Chen's side.

"Disciple, pack your things and get ready to set off."

"We have to get to Pingyang Town tonight, or these bosses will really go moldy."

The two ate dry rations and drank cold water.

Master Simu went to the side hall and drove out the ten zombies.

Lin Chen slung the bundle over his shoulder and hung the lightning-struck wooden sword at his waist, in a convenient position.

Master Simu shook the Three Pure Ones Bell.

"When the dead travel, the living must avoid them!"

The sound of bells echoed through the deserted village.

The two chased the zombies back up the mountain path.