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

Nintendo lunged at Wencai, its long fingernails sweeping across him.

Wen Cai's legs went weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud, the cymbals clattering on the dirt road.

"Master, help me!" Wencai scrambled into the haystack.

Qiu Sheng, who was closest, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and smeared it on Nintendo's face. The rice bounced off the bluish-black skin without even a wisp of smoke.

Nintendo ignored Qiusheng and slapped him across the face.

Qiu Sheng raised his arm to block, but the force hit his forearm, sending him flying a long way before he crashed into the ditch next to him.

"You wretched creature!" Uncle Nine shouted, stepping forward with a powerful stride.

He didn't use any talismans; instead, he used his right hand, fingers clenched like a knife, to press on the Tian Tu acupoint below Nintendo's throat.

This Maoshan acupoint striking technique can seal the flow of corpse energy within a zombie's body.

Uncle Nine frowned as he poked at it with his finger.

The texture was wrong; it didn't have the firmness of a zombie. Instead, it was soft yet resilient, and all the force was neutralized.

Nintendo lowered its head, opened its mouth full of fangs, and bit at Uncle Nine's wrist.

A large foot kicked from the side.

Using the momentum of his sprint, Lin Chen delivered a whip kick to Ren Tiantang's lower back.

Nintendo was kicked sideways, its feet scraping two ruts in the dirt road, and its lumbar bones creaked and caved in.

Two seconds later, Nintendo twisted its body, and the dented flesh bounced back to its original shape.

Lin Chen pulled his leg back, his instep feeling numb.

"Uncle-Master, the muscle tissue of this thing has been altered by the foreign medicine, making it able to absorb force."

Uncle Nine shook his aching fingers.

"Invulnerable to swords and spears, impervious to water and fire, even pressure point techniques are useless, damn it, what kind of monster did you create?!"

Mama peeked out from behind the gate of the yamen, muttering indignantly, "What does this have to do with me? It was the foreigners who gave me the injection. If you're so capable, go and settle accounts with the foreigners."

Four Eyes walked over carrying a fifty-pound bronze sword.

"Stop wasting time talking to him, Senior Brother, use the Three Talents Formation to lock its joints! If its bones can be set, we'll break it into eight pieces and see how it sets them!"

Uncle Jiu nodded and pulled two thick hemp ropes from the bag. These ropes had been soaked in tung oil and black dog blood, making them very strong.

"Qiusheng! Come out and work!" Uncle Jiu threw a hemp rope into the ditch.

Qiu Sheng spat out muddy water, climbed ashore, and caught the rope.

"Master is here!"

Nintendo regained its footing, its blue-glowing eyes fixed on Lin Chen.

It made a strange sound in its throat, bent its legs slightly, and lunged forward, twice as fast as before, heading straight for Lin Chen.

"Raise the net!" Uncle Nine shouted.

Qiu Sheng and Uncle Jiu pulled the rope taut on either side, circling around Nintendo as he charged forward, the rope wrapping around Nintendo's legs. The two of them pulled in opposite directions simultaneously.

Nintendo lost its balance and fell forward.

"Disciple, hold it down!" Four Eyes swung his bronze greatsword and slammed it down on Nintendo's back with the thick spine of the blade.

The fifty-pound heavy sword, combined with the magic power of the four eyes, possessed immense strength.

Nintendo was smashed into the ground, its limbs twitching twice.

Without pausing, Lin Chen stepped forward, pressing one knee against Nintendo's lower back, gripping Nintendo's right arm with both hands, stepping on its shoulder with his right foot, and circulating the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" while exerting force with both arms.

Nintendo's right arm was detached from the joint by Lin Chen and hung limply on the ground.

"Good lad, that's some real strength!" Si Mu wiped his sweat and prepared to chop off its left leg.

Nintendo did not lose its ability to move despite having its right arm removed.

Its back was bulging, and a strong smell of formaldehyde mixed with the stench of a corpse emanated from its pores.

The gas is pale yellow and does not dissipate when exposed to sunlight; instead, it begins to expand.

Lin Chen felt a stinging pain in his eyes and a burning sensation in his respiratory tract. He held his breath, released the Nintendo Switch, and retreated using the Maoshan Seven Star Steps.

Even though Uncle Nine and Qiu Sheng were a little far away, they could still smell the aroma.

"Poisonous! Hold your breath and step back!" Uncle Nine covered his mouth and nose and pulled Qiu Sheng back.

Si Mu dragged his greatsword back to Lin Chen's side, coughing from the stench.

"Cough cough... Is this old man releasing poison gas?"

A pale yellow gas permeated the air under the sunlight, covering an area of ​​three meters in radius. The wild grass on the ground, exposed to the toxic gas, quickly turned yellow and withered.

Lin Chen squinted and looked through the poisonous gas.

Nintendo climbed out of the pit. Its right arm, which Lin Chen had removed, was being pulled back in a twisted position by the muscles at its shoulder. The joint was being reattached, and it twisted its neck, making a cracking sound.

Its eyes, which originally glowed blue, turned purplish-red. Its skin and flesh changed under the influence of sunlight and toxic gas, and a layer of viscous, transparent liquid seeped from its bluish-black skin surface.

These liquids covered its surface, giving it an oily sheen in the sunlight.

"It is evolving."

Lin Chen stared at the layer of viscous liquid and gripped the lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand.

"The foreigners' chemical solutions fused with the corpse's odor, and sunlight acted as a catalyst."

Uncle Nine retreated to a safe distance, his face grim.

"There is no record of such a thing in the Maoshan classics; it reverses Yin and Yang, and disrupts the natural order of life and death."

Through the crack in the yamen door, Captain Cao's teeth chattered.

"Taoist...Taoist Master, can you hold on? If not, let's run!"

A sharp slap landed on the back of Captain Cao's head.

"Run my ass! It's faster than a horse, where can you run to? Lin Fengjiao, you're usually so capable, hurry up and use your ultimate move!"

Uncle Nine glared at Mama.

Physical attacks will be deflected, joints can reconnect themselves after being dislocated, Taoist talismans are immune, and now there is an additional layer of poisonous slime.

This thing has no major weaknesses.

"Uncle-Master, since the chemical solution inside its body likes listening to music, it means the solution itself is unstable." Lin Chen stared at the transparent liquid secreted by Nintendo. "It's producing these things now to resist the heat of the sun. Most foreign solutions are afraid of fire."

Uncle Nine spoke up: "You want to use fire?"

"Ordinary fire won't work; it won't burn through that layer of viscous fluid." Lin Chen turned to look at Simu. "Master, your greatsword contains Crimson Flame Copper."

Si Mu held the bronze greatsword horizontally in front of his chest, gazing at the dark red flame patterns on the sword's spine.

"The Crimson Copper's fire energy is domineering and needs to be activated with extremely yang fire. It's daytime now, so we can't attract heavenly fire."

"No need for heavenly fire."

Lin Chen reached into his robes and pulled out the purple bamboo pen that his Ninth Uncle had given him, along with a box of top-grade cinnabar.

"Use pure Yang essence blood to draw a blazing fire talisman and stick it on the sword. I'll act as the catalyst."

Uncle Nine knew his plans.

"It's too dangerous. You saw how fast it is. Once you get entangled, that layer of poison gas can kill you."

"I know what I'm doing," Lin Chen replied.

Nintendo adapted to the changes in its body.

Its pale yellow toxic gas coalesced and adhered to the transparent mucus.

It opened its mouth and let out a scream towards the sky.

The noise was so loud it hurt people's ears.

It moved.

It charged forward on all fours, skimming along the ground, its slimy limbs using the dirt road for leverage. It was incredibly fast, its target Lin Chen, who had just dislocated its arm.

"Form the formation!" Uncle Nine shouted, planting the new peach wood sword in the ground, biting his middle finger, and smearing his blood essence on the Bagua mirror.

Si Mu gripped the fifty-pound bronze greatsword with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen stood still, removed the cap from the purple bamboo pen, dipped the tip of the pen in top-grade cinnabar, and spread it out with his left hand.

He didn't use any talisman paper; he used his physical body as the talisman.

The pen tip landed on the left palm, carrying the magic power of the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture, outlining the contours of a master-level Fiery Talisman.

Nintendo rushed three steps away, carrying poisonous gas, and leaped up, spreading its arms to pounce on Lin Chen.

The sticky substance on the long fingernails dripped onto the ground, corroding small pits that emitted white smoke.

The distance was less than one meter.