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

Chasing mutated zombies in the wild late at night can easily lead to trouble.

Lin Chen put away the lightning-struck wooden sword.

"Master, stop chasing."

"This thing is too fast, it's intelligent, and it knows how to avoid the strong points and attack the weak points."

Captain Cao crawled out from behind the stone lion.

"Master, it ran away?"

Si Mu glared at Captain Cao.

"Nonsense! Don't you have eyes?!"

"If you bunch of useless idiots hadn't fired recklessly and provoked it, would it have been able to run so fast?"

Captain Cao wiped his sweat, nodded in agreement, and dared not refute. He then turned and ordered his men to tidy up the yard.

The two corpses on the ground had bloody holes in their necks, and then the iron gate of the prison was kicked open from the inside.

Mama led Ah Hao and Ah Qiang out.

Mama was still as slovenly as ever, picking at her ear with her little finger as she walked.

"There was quite a fight outside just now. Did you guys take that old man in?"

Upon hearing this, Si Mu slammed his bronze sword into the ground, shattering the stone slab.

"You old bastard, you still have the nerve to ask! If you hadn't lost the bodies, would so many people have died?"

"That thing wasn't an ordinary zombie; even my greatsword and lightning-struck wooden sword couldn't kill it!"

My hand stopped moving.

"Four-eyes, stop spreading alarmist rumors and trying to make yourself look good."

"That old man from Nintendo has only been dead for a few days. He's not even a white zombie. If you can't kill him, it means your skills aren't up to par."

Ah-hao and Ah-qiang hid behind Ma-ma and nodded in agreement.

Lin Chen stepped forward and stopped Si Mu, who was about to draw his sword and kill someone.

"Master Uncle Mama."

"That zombie has indeed mutated."

"It is not afraid of talismans and cinnabar, and the righteous energy of lightning striking the wood is not fatal to it."

"Moreover, its joints are not stiff; they can bend, and its movements are completely outside the realm of zombies."

Mama frowned upon hearing Lin Chen's words. Although he was usually unreliable, he was from Maoshan and knew the details of the zombies.

"No stiff joints? Not afraid of talismans and cinnabar?"

"How is this possible!"

"Unless..." Ma Ma suddenly remembered something.

"Unless what?" Four Eyes pressed.

He swallowed hard, then looked around at the corpses.

"Unless it was tampered with before it was born."

"When I took on this job, the mayor of Lijia Town mentioned it to me briefly."

"Nintendo was once taken to a hospital by a group of foreigners."

"Those foreigners would inject him with colorful liquids all day long."

Lin Chen understood that the chemical agents had altered the structure of the corpse.

The traditional Taoist concepts of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, including their mutual generation and restraint, are useless against it.

Si Mu was so angry after hearing this that he jumped up and down.

"You old codger! Why didn't you tell me something so important sooner!"

"Can a corpse that has been injected with drugs by a foreigner be transported using conventional methods?"

My neck stiffened slightly.

"How would I know that foreign medicines are so wicked!"

"What do we do now? The body has escaped, and the people of Lijia Town will definitely hold us accountable."

Captain Cao came over.

"Masters, you must think of a solution!"

"That monster has sucked human blood, and it will definitely come back for food tonight. If more people die, my time as captain is over."

Lin Chen looked at the bloodstains on the ground.

Nintendo has mutated into an invincible monster, but it has a weakness.

It loved a Western pocket watch during its lifetime, and would quiet down when it heard the music from the pocket watch; it is currently the only thing that can control it.

Lin Chen turned to look at Ah Hao.

"Senior, was there a pocket watch among Nintendo's belongings?"

Ah-hao covered his pocket.

How do you know?

Mama slapped Ah Hao on the head.

"You bastard! You even steal things from the dead?"

They exchanged cold smiles.

"If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too; like master, like apprentice."

Lin Chen ignored their argument and reached out his hand.

"Take out the pocket watch."

Ah-hao pulled a gold Western-style pocket watch out of his pocket.

Lin Chen took the pocket watch, pressed the switch, and Western music filled the courtyard. He weighed the pocket watch in his hand and looked at Simu and Mama.

"Master, Senior Master."

"It would be too disadvantageous to fight this mutated zombie head-on; we need to use some special methods."

Four eyes lingered as they looked at the pocket watch.

"Apprentice, what are you planning to do?"

Lin Chen put the pocket watch into his pocket and turned to look at the village entrance.

"It is not afraid of Taoist magic, nor is it afraid of physical attacks."

"Let's ask Senior Uncle Lin Jiu to come and help."

Upon hearing the name, Mama jumped up from the ground, pointed at Lin Chen, and shouted, "No, you can find anyone, just not Lin Fengjiao!"

Si Mu snorted and slammed the fifty-pound bronze greatsword onto the stone table with a thud.

"Old man, you've finally thought of having any shame? You're the one who lost the body, you're the one who let the people escape. So many people have died in Lijia Town, how are you going to cover it up?"

Mama's neck turned bright red. She reached up and picked her nose, flicking a lump of something onto the ground.

"How I cover for you is none of your business. I've been in the underworld for so many years, what storms haven't I seen? This old man who's been injected with some foreign drug, I can catch him tonight."

Ah-hao and Ah-qiang shrank back, wanting to persuade him but not daring to utter a sound.

Lin Chen bent down and picked up the twisted iron barrel of the Hanyang rifle from the ground. The twisted iron barrel was thrown at Mama's feet.

He looked at his mother and spoke.

"Uncle-Master, you know how hard this thing is. That zombie just stood there and got hit by this gun, and it didn't even break its skin."

"My lightning-struck wooden sword only left a white mark when I struck it. What do you plan to use to grab it? That ordinary peach wood sword in your hand, or the old mud on your body?"

He stared blankly at the gun barrel flattened like a pretzel on the ground and swallowed hard.

"Then...we can't go to Lin Fengjiao."

"Master Lin is a true disciple of Maoshan, why isn't he good enough?" Lin Chen turned to Captain Cao, who was hiding behind the stone lion, "Captain Cao, how many able-bodied men are left in the village?"

Captain Cao heard the shouts and ran over.

"Young Taoist priest, there are plenty of strong men in the village. As long as they can save their lives, they can all be called upon."

"Okay." Lin Chen made the arrangements.

"The talismans and glutinous rice are useless against this mutated zombie. Go and gather people to dig a pit three meters deep and five meters wide outside the yamen gate. Don't stick bamboo sticks into the bottom of the pit, as this monster has thick skin and can't be pierced. Go find the blacksmith in town, melt down all the pig iron farm tools, and forge them into iron spikes about two fingers thick to nail into the bottom of the pit."

Captain Cao nodded and ran out to call for help.

Four eyes lingered, and he touched his chin.

"Apprentice, will your trick work? Zombies can jump several meters high; this pit might not be enough to trap it."

Lin Chen took out the golden Western pocket watch.

"It will walk in by itself."

Mama was humming and moaning beside her.

"What kind of crooked methods are these? We Maoshan disciples catch zombies by digging pits? If word gets out, how the hell will I ever be able to face people in the underworld again? Ah Hao, Ah Qiang, come with me."

"Master, where are we going?" Ah-hao asked with a pained expression.

"Go to the outhouse. A boy's urine can ward off evil spirits. No matter how powerful foreign medicines are, they are still evil things. Tonight, I'm going to show you what authentic Taoist magic is."

He muttered curses and led his two apprentices toward the backyard.

Si Mu watched their retreating figures and spat.

"That old bastard will die from his mouth sooner or later. Disciple, what should we do now?"

"Master, please open the altar and send a message to Uncle-Master Lin Jiu using paper cranes. Renjia Town is not far from here; it only takes half a day to get there by bicycle. As long as we can get through tonight, Uncle-Master Lin Jiu will definitely be able to arrive by noon tomorrow."

Si Mu nodded, took out yellow paper and a cinnabar pen from his satchel, and set them up on the table in the main hall of the yamen.

With practiced skill, Si Mu folded a paper crane the size of a palm, dotted its eyes with cinnabar, chanted incantations, and formed a sword with his fingers, channeling a stream of magical power into the paper crane.

The paper crane flapped its wings twice, then wobbled and flew into the night sky, heading towards Renjia Town.