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

The two continued on their journey.

Before sunset, we emerged from the barren mountains and found ourselves on a wide dirt road with large cornfields on both sides.

Five miles further ahead lies the territory of Lijia Town.

As darkness fell and the wind picked up, it rustled through the cornfield.

Lin Chen stopped and took a sniff. The air smelled of blood, mixed with the odor of chemicals.

"What's wrong?" Si Mu asked when he saw Lin Chen stop.

Lin Chen pointed to the cornfield on the right.

"It smells bloody."

Four Eyes reached out and grasped the hilt of the heavy sword behind him.

The two pushed aside the corn stalks and walked into the field. After walking a dozen steps, they saw a large patch of corn stalks lying on the ground, with signs of struggle.

A corpse dressed in a coarse cloth shirt lay face up in the mud, with lanterns and a gong scattered around it.

He was a night watchman.

Lin Chen squatted down to examine the corpse. The night watchman's face was deathly pale, and all the blood in his body had been drained.

There were two coin-sized holes in the carotid artery.

The skin around the blood hole did not turn black, nor did it grow the green fur commonly seen after a zombie bites; instead, it appeared purplish-red.

Si Mu leaned over and took a look.

"It was a zombie bite, but something's not right."

"When ordinary zombies suck blood, their corpse poison can invade the heart, causing the wounds to turn black and smelly."

"Why doesn't this wound even have any trace of death aura?"

Lin Chen took out the purple bamboo pen from his pocket and dipped the tip into the cinnabar box he carried with him.

He took the purple bamboo pen and applied the cinnabar from the tip to the bloody hole on the night watchman's neck.

Normal corpse poison will react when it comes into contact with cinnabar, which is of the yang nature, turning black or emitting white smoke.

The moment the pen tip touched it, the bright red cinnabar dissolved in the transparent liquid seeping from the blood hole.

The yang energy of the cinnabar dissipated, the wound was not suppressed, and it emitted the smell of formaldehyde.

Their eyes were fixed on the wound.

"What kind of weird stuff is this? It's not even afraid of top-grade cinnabar?"

Lin Chen stood up and put away the purple bamboo pen, understanding the situation.

This is what happened to Nintendo, which was injected with chemical agents by foreigners.

Chemical agents altered the zombie's constitution, overturning the traditional principle of yin and yang.

Taoist talismans, cinnabar, and black dog blood are ineffective against this type of mutant.

"Master, this zombie has mutated," Lin Chen said, looking at the corpse on the ground.

Si Mu drew the heavy sword halfway out, the flame patterns on the blade glowing red in the darkness.

"Whether it mutates or not, as long as it's something a physical attack can reach, this sword of mine can cleave it in two!"

Nintendo has extremely high physical defense.

In the original storyline, Uncle Nine tried every means possible, and finally managed to destroy it by relying on the celestial phenomenon of the Heavenly Dog Eating the Moon and the Five Elements Formation.

A heavy sword infused with crimson copper might not be enough to break through their defenses.

"Master, the body is not stiff yet; it has been dead for no more than half an hour."

Lin Chen looked ahead at the dirt road.

"That thing shouldn't have gone far."

Si Mu carefully put the heavy sword back on his back.

"Let's go, let's go to the Li Family Town government office and get that old scoundrel out."

"We'll settle the score with this beast when it gets dark."

The two walked out of the cornfield and headed towards Lijia Town along the dirt road.

Shortly after they left.

Deep in the cornfield, a dark figure dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes hangs upside down from a tree branch.

The shadowy figure's eyes gleamed with a ghostly blue light.

It landed on the ground with its legs loosened from the branch like a bat, its joints moving flexibly, without the stiffness of a zombie.

The dark figure raised its head, looking in the direction where Lin Chen and Simu had left, and let out a low growl that sounded like gears grinding.

On the dirt road.

Lin Chen was walking ahead when he suddenly paused.

The ears twitched slightly.

His mental attributes make him extremely perceptive of his surroundings.

Something is following us from the cornfield behind.

The footsteps were very light, and there was almost no sound of breathing.

Si Mu stopped and turned to look at Lin Chen.

"Disciple, what's wrong?"

Lin Chen didn't turn around; his right thumb rested on the hilt of the lightning-struck wooden sword behind him.

"It's alright, Master. There are stray dogs following us."

"Let's hurry, it's getting completely dark."

Without much thought, Si Mu tossed the bronze heavy sword on his back and quickened his pace.

The two hurried along the dirt road.

In the shadows a few dozen meters behind.

Nintendo, dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, stood behind a tree trunk, his head stiffly tilted to the side.

It didn't pounce.

This mutated zombie retained a kind of beast-like instinct; the young man in front of it had such vigorous blood and energy that it felt an extremely dangerous sense of oppression.

Nintendo turned around, crawled on all fours, and disappeared quickly in another direction.

Half an hour later, at the entrance of Lijia Town.

Spiked wooden barricades were stretched out on both sides.

Four security guards in gray military uniforms were dozing off against sandbags, holding old Hanyang rifles in their hands.

Si Mu stepped forward and slapped the barricade.

"Wake up!"

The four security guards were so frightened that they trembled and frantically pulled the bolts of their guns.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at us.

"What are you doing! Lijia Town is under martial law tonight. Go beg elsewhere!"

The leader of the crooked-mouthed team members shouted loudly.

Si Mu was amused by the situation.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly! I am a true disciple of the Maoshan sect!"

"Get your captain out here right now! I'm here to bail him out!"

The crooked-mouthed team member sized up Si Mu and Lin Chen.

"Maoshan? The three swindlers locked up in jail are also from Maoshan."

"You're in cahoots? Perfect timing, saves us the trouble of arresting you!"

"Men, tie these two accomplices up!"

Several team members, guns at the ready, were about to step forward.

Lin Chen stepped forward, blocking Si Mu's path.

He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the Hanyang-made gun barrel from the crooked-mouthed team member's hand.

The crooked-mouthed team member tried hard to snatch it back, but the gun didn't budge.

"Let go! Do you believe I'll shoot you dead?!"

Lin Chen's five fingers tightened suddenly.

The iron rifle barrel was crushed flat in Lin Chen's hands.

The player with the crooked mouth opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

The three team members next to him were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, unable to even hold their guns steady.

Crushing a gun barrel with one hand? Is that something a human would do?

"You piece of junk, you can't kill anyone, you'll just blow your gun up."

Lin Chen released his grip and threw the broken rifle on the ground.

Si Mu watched with a smug look from behind, took a step forward, and untied the package from his back.

He held the fifty-pound bronze greatsword, still covered in tattered cloth, in one hand and slammed it heavily on the ground.

"Bang!"

The stone slab underfoot was smashed and cracked in several places.

Si Mu shouted loudly.

"Go and call your captain! Tell him that Master Simu from Maoshan has come to take the people away!"

"If you delay catching the zombies, your entire town will be executed!"

The player with the crooked mouth completely chickened out.

One apprentice could crush a gun barrel, but the master was even more terrifying—he smashed a large iron pillar on the ground.

"Master... Master, please wait a moment! I'll be right there!"

Wai Zui hurriedly ran towards the town, and not long after...

A sleazy-looking man with a large belly and a middle parted hairstyle ran over with a dozen or so team members.

Cao Charlie, the security captain of Lijia Town.

Captain Cao's eyelids twitched wildly as he looked at the broken guns and shattered stone slabs on the ground.

His attitude changed immediately, and he put on a lewd smile.

"Oh dear, it's Master Four Eyes! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

"My subordinates are inexperienced and offended a master."

"Move the barricades away quickly!"

Captain Cao personally led the way.

Four Eyes slung the heavy sword back onto his back and snorted coldly.

"Captain Cao, where's my senior brother?"

Captain Cao wiped his sweat.

"He's locked up in the yamen jail."

"Master Four Eyes, it's not that I'm disrespecting Maoshan."

"Master Mama lost the body of Master Ren, and the gentry of our Lijia Town are not happy about it."

"If we can't find the body, and the higher-ups blame us, I'll lose my head too."

Lin Chen, who was walking beside him, suddenly spoke.

"You won't be able to find the body."

Captain Cao stopped and turned to look at Lin Chen.

"Young man, what do you mean by that?"