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

The gates of the government office were wide open.

Outside the door was a three-meter-deep pit covered with camouflage.

Lin Chen retreated to the main entrance and continued walking out.

Nintendo then jumped out of the door.

The music from the pocket watch changed pitch.

"Crack...crackle..."

The spring ran out of power, the gears jammed, and the music stopped.

Nintendo's swaying body stopped.

The dazed look in his eyes disappeared, a blue light shone, and he let out a piercing roar as his ten fingernails pierced straight towards Lin Chen's throat.

The distance is too close.

Lin Chen didn't have time to wind it up.

He shoved the pocket watch into his pocket, stepped on the threshold with his right foot, leaped up, and delivered a knee strike to Nintendo's chest.

"Bang!"

Nintendo was knocked back two steps.

Lin Chen landed and used the momentum to deliver a powerful, close-to-the-mountain lean.

My shoulder bumped into Nintendo.

This knocked Nintendo back four or five meters.

Its heel stepped on the loose soil at the edge of the pit.

The disguised hay and branches could not withstand the weight of more than 200 kilograms and collapsed.

Nintendo lost its balance and fell.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of metal being pierced came from the bottom of the pit.

Several of the iron spikes that the blacksmith forged overnight pierced into Nintendo's feet and calves, pinning him to the bottom of the pit.

"Okay!" Captain Cao called out from under the door.

Si Mu and Ma Ma rushed out of the gate and stood at the edge of the pit, looking down.

Nintendo struggled at the bottom of the pit, its hands flailing wildly.

Although the iron spikes couldn't pierce its vital organs, they jammed its leg bones, preventing it from jumping up for a while.

The sun is about to come out.

She let out a sigh of relief and plopped down on the floor. "Finally, I'm trapped."

Si Mu planted the bronze greatsword in the ground and wiped the sweat from his brow. "You're lucky. If it weren't for my apprentice coming up with this plan, Li Family Town would be buried with you today."

Lin Chen stood at the edge of the pit, looking at Nintendo at the bottom, without saying a word.

The sky was getting brighter.

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist and shone on the archway of Lijia Town.

The sunlight slowly moved downwards, falling into the large pit and shining on Nintendo.

Mama pointed to the bottom of the pit and shouted, "Burn! Burn you to death, you old monster!"

No screams or white smoke appeared.

Sunlight shone on Nintendo's Qing Dynasty official robe. Instead of hiding from it, it raised its head and took a breath of sunlight.

The yin energy at the bottom of the pit did not dissipate; instead, it became even stronger.

Nintendo pulled upwards with both arms.

"Snap!"

The iron spikes embedded in his leg were broken off.

It stepped on the pit wall and leaped out of the three-meter-deep pit, landing in front of Lin Chen.

The sunlight shone on it, giving it a metallic sheen.

Their expressions froze.

Startled, Mama jumped up, her voice trembling.

"It...it's not afraid of the sun?!"

Lin Chen drew the lightning-struck wooden sword and began to circulate the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture within his body.

This Western medicine cured the zombies' habit of dying when exposed to light.

A creaking sound of chains rubbing together came from afar.

Uncle Jiu rode over on his old-fashioned bicycle along the country dirt road.

In the back seat, Wencai was carrying a large pile of magical artifacts, and the jolting made his eyes roll back.

Qiu Sheng followed behind on another bicycle.

"Junior brother! Hold on! We're here!" Qiu Sheng shouted from afar.

Uncle Nine gripped the brakes, and the tires left a muddy trail on the ground.

He dismounted his bicycle, drew his new peach wood sword from his back, and looked at Nintendo standing in the sunlight.

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, zombies sunbathing?"

Uncle Nine gripped his sword tightly.

"What kind of world is this?!"

Uncle Nine gripped the brakes, and the tires of the old-fashioned bicycle left a long trail on the dirt road.

Wencai, who was in the back seat, lost his grip and tumbled into a haystack by the roadside, along with his magical implements.

Qiu Sheng slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side, panting and wiping away sweat.

Uncle Nine got out of the car, drew the new peach wood sword from his back, and frowned as he looked at Nintendo standing in the sunlight.

"What kind of world is this, with zombies sunbathing in broad daylight?"

Qiu Sheng leaned closer, looking at the metallic sheen emanating from Nintendo.

"Master, could this thing have become a spirit?"

Wencai crawled out of the haystack, carrying a bunch of magical artifacts, and ran behind Uncle Jiu.

"Master, if it doesn't turn into water in broad daylight, will our tools still be effective?"

Uncle Nine didn't say anything, but strode over with his peach wood sword in hand.

She sat on the ground, and when she saw Uncle Nine arrive, she snorted.

"Lin Fengjiao, stop pretending to be a big shot. This beast is not afraid of magic. Your broken wooden sword won't even leave a mark when you hit it."

Uncle Nine stopped and glanced at Mama.

"You lost the body and caused such a mess. I'll settle the score with you when we get back to Maoshan."

Uncle Nine made a sword incantation with his left hand and thrust the peach wood sword straight at Nintendo's chest with his right.

Nintendo stood there without flinching, its mouth agape as it inhaled.

"Snapped!"

The newly carved peach wood sword pierced Nintendo's Qing Dynasty official robes, the tip of the sword broke off, and flying wood chips grazed Uncle Nine's cheek.

Uncle Nine was a little confused.

Although this sword isn't old enough, it was at least soaked in rooster blood and cinnabar, so it could poke a hole in an ordinary zombie.

As a result, not even the skin was broken.

Nintendo was interrupted from absorbing sunlight and turned to look at Uncle Nine.

The blue-glowing pupils shone even brighter in the sunlight.

Nintendo raised his arm, his long fingernails sweeping straight at Uncle Nine's face.

Uncle Nine threw away the broken sword, leaned back to dodge the claws, and pulled out a line of ink soaked in black dog blood from his waist.

"Qiusheng! Pull the string!"

Qiusheng ran over and caught one end of the ink line.

The two ran half a lap around Nintendo, tightened the ink line, and put it around Nintendo's neck.

"Sizzle—"

When the ink line touched the skin, white smoke rose from it.

There was no sound of zombies screaming.

Nintendo felt an itch on his neck, so he reached out, grabbed the ink line, and pulled hard.

"Boom!"

The ink line that had trapped the armored corpse was torn off.

Qiu Sheng was thrown onto his backside by the recoil.

Uncle Nine took two steps back, his expression changing as he looked at the half-broken ink line in his hand.

"Where did this thing come from?"

Four Eyes walked over, dragging a bronze greatsword.

"Senior brother, don't bother. This thing was taken to a hospital by foreigners before it died, and it was injected with all sorts of weird chemicals, which completely changed its body structure."

"Talismans, cinnabar, peach wood swords, lightning-struck wood—even my Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword couldn't break it."

Lin Chen walked over to Uncle Jiu and added.

"Uncle-Master, it's immune to physical attacks. Dislocated bones can set on their own, and it feels no pain. The most dangerous thing is that it absorbed sunlight in the pit just now, and its strength seems to have increased even more."

After listening, Uncle Nine took a breath.

"Foreign medicine? Those foreign devils are committing atrocities!"

Mama got up from the ground, patted the dirt off her buttocks, and opened her mouth.

"Lin Fengjiao, weren't you so smug just now? What, you're helpless now?"

Uncle Nine ignored him and turned to look at Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, why did you trap it in the pit?"

Lin Chen took out a golden Western-style pocket watch from his pocket.

"It loved listening to the music from this watch when it was alive, and it would stop moving whenever it heard the sound. I used the watch to lure it into the pit, but now the watch's mainspring is broken and it won't turn."

Uncle Nine took the pocket watch and looked at it.

"I don't know how to fix this foreign gadget. Since this thing likes music, Wencai, why don't you take out the cymbals from your bag and start hitting them!"

Wencai rummaged through the pile of ritual implements and pulled out a pair of brass cymbals.

"Master, what tune are you playing?"

"Knock on and on! The louder the better!"

Wen Cai raised the cymbals with both hands and slammed them together.

"Bang!"

A loud noise echoed in front of the government office.

Nintendo, who was about to pounce on Lin Chen, stopped when it heard the noise.

Nintendo turned his head and looked at the cymbals in Wencai's hand.

There is a play!

Uncle Nine observed the situation.

"Keep hitting!"

Wen Cai's hands flew up and down as he struck the cymbals.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Nintendo's head swayed left and right in rhythm with the cymbals, and its body began to twist.

Mama stared, stunned.

"This beast actually knows this stuff?"

Ah-hao and Ah-qiang nodded in agreement.

"Master, this zombie has quite unique taste."

Si Mu let out a breath and planted the greatsword in the ground.

"We've finally got him under control. What do we do now? We can't just let Wencai keep typing, can we?"

Lin Chen shook his head as he watched Nintendo writhe.

"Master, this method won't last long."

"The pocket watch plays gentle Western music, while the cymbals are too jarring. At first, it seems novel, but by the time it realizes what's happening, Wencai will be in danger."

Nintendo stopped twisting, seemingly losing patience with the sound, and the fierce glint in its eyes returned.

Nintendo turned around, jumped up, and pounced on Wencai.