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

"Two hundred and twenty units of alternating current?"

Lin Chen looked at the hand-cranked generator on the ground; such things were rare even in the foreign concessions of today.

Xiao Ming wiped the wrench with his sleeve and lowered his voice.

"Senior Brother Lin also understands electricity? Look, zombies are yin, lightning is yang. We can't summon heavenly thunder, but the electric arc produced by this generator is essentially a kind of yang energy."

Lin Chen squatted down and picked up a broken piece of copper wire.

He possesses the "Maoshan Weapon Forging Techniques (Beginner)" manual, has knowledge of traditional magical artifact forging, and has a stronger perception of metal materials than the average person.

"Copper does conduct electricity, but your copper wire isn't pure enough; it has too many impurities." Lin Chen pointed to the grayish-white area at the cut of the copper wire. "Moreover, the yin energy of the zombies is highly corrosive. Ordinary copper wire will oxidize and turn black upon contact with the zombie energy, increasing its resistance. It won't kill the copper-armored zombie; at most, it'll just give it a burn."

Xiao Ming's eyes lit up as he stared at Lin Chen.

"Yes, yes, yes! Senior Brother Lin, you know so much. Last time I used electricity on a white-haired zombie, the wire burned out as soon as I connected it. I always thought it was because the voltage was not enough, but it turns out it was a problem with the material."

Xiao Ming tucked the pliers into his belt and then mysteriously approached.

"Senior Brother Lin, but science is about boldly speculating and carefully verifying. I've developed a lot of new things in my backyard lab, would you like to come in and take a look?"

Lin Chen had come for this reason, so he nodded in agreement.

Xiao Ming walked to the iron gate of the Ghost Sealing Warehouse, which was covered with yellow talismans, and pressed his hand on a brick next to the gate.

With a click.

The blue brick dented, revealing a brass gear-shaped keypad.

Xiao Ming flicked the iron gate a few times, and it sprang open with a dull mechanical scraping sound.

"I modified it with a mechanical lock and the Eight Trigrams of Qimen Dunjia," Xiaoming said with a smile.

Lin Chen followed him inside.

There were no candles lit in the Ghost Sealing Room. Xiao Ming pulled the switch on the wall, and the two incandescent bulbs above his head flickered a few times before turning on.

There is a lot of space.

To the left were rows of cells separated by thick iron bars, inside which stood more than a dozen zombies.

Some had talismans pasted on their foreheads, while others were bound together like rice dumplings with ink lines. Upon smelling the scent of living people, several walking corpses let out low growls and banged against the iron fence with a clanging sound.

There are two long tables on the right.

The table was piled with copper pipes and gears, as well as scattered wires and flasks, and several peach wood swords were dismantled into pieces.

"This is my territory." Xiao Ming walked to the table and picked up a brass Bagua mirror.

Two wires were welded to the back of the Bagua mirror, connecting to a dark, square battery.

"This is the high-intensity Bagua mirror I invented. Traditional Bagua mirrors rely on moonlight or sunlight reflection, which is too limiting. I embedded a Western flashlight bulb inside it, and when it is powered on, it can emit extremely bright sunlight even in the middle of the night."

Xiaoming pulled the switch.

Snapped.

The glass bulb in the center of the Bagua mirror lit up with white light, illuminating a white-haired zombie in the opposite cell.

When the white-haired zombie was illuminated by the light, white smoke rose from its body. It took two steps back, but quickly rushed back to the fence under the light.

"The power is still a bit lacking." Xiaoming turned off the switch somewhat discouragedly.

Lin Chen stepped forward and reached out to touch the Bagua mirror.

He recalled the knowledge of the Maoshan weapon-refining technique in his mind.

"The idea is good, but you've got the priorities wrong," Lin Chen said, pointing to the glass light bulb in the mirror.

"The Bagua Mirror dispels evil by using the brass material of the mirror and the innate Bagua array pattern on it. Light is just a medium. If you embed a light bulb in the very center, you will destroy the eye of the Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish array. This mirror is now just a large flashlight."

Lin Chen picked up a carving knife from the table.

"May I borrow this?"

He gripped the carving knife, and magical power flowed down his arm into the tip of the knife.

Lin Chen engraved two Maoshan Gathering Yang Talisman array patterns on the positive and negative terminals of the battery on the back of the Bagua Mirror.

The blade tip sliced ​​through the brass, raising fine metal shavings that connected end to end, forming a closed loop.

"The electricity in your battery is a mixed, acquired energy. Use the Yang-gathering array pattern to purify the current, and then guide it through the copper wire into the outer Bagua array, avoiding the light bulb in the middle."

Lin Chen put down the carving knife and pulled the switch back down.

hum!

This time, not only did the light bulb on the Bagua mirror light up, but the entire brass mirror body also shone with golden light.

The golden light struck the white-haired zombie on the other side.

stab.

The white-haired stiff man's chest fur was charred, and he screamed as he huddled in the deepest corner of the cell, trembling.

Xiao Ming was stunned.

He took the Bagua mirror and touched the two engravings on the back.

"Science, this is the combination of science and Taoist arts. Senior Brother Lin, you are simply a genius. My dad has been tinkering with these things his whole life, but none of them are as practical as yours."

Lin Chen knew in his heart that this was just a trick.

The truly top-tier magical artifacts, such as the Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword he reforged, rely on the inherent properties of the material itself and the fusion of countless hammering and forging processes.

This combination of battery and brass is okay for dealing with the white-haired zombie, but if you really encounter that copper-armored zombie from Xishuangbanna during the day, you'll be completely helpless.

However, the equipment and materials in this ghost warehouse are indeed a good place to practice.

"Do you have any better quality metal materials here? Like stainless steel, or old iron that's been around for a long time?" Lin Chen asked.

The tip of the lightning-struck wooden sword chipped slightly when it was used to stab the copper-armored corpse during the day. Although it didn't affect its use, he wanted to try to cover the blade with metal.

Xiao Ming scratched his head.

"We do have some good iron. A few years ago, my dad got half a cast iron tomb door from a warlord's tomb. It's been sitting untouched at the very back. I'll take you to see it."

Xiao Ming led the way, carrying a powerful Bagua mirror.

The further you go into the sealed ghost warehouse, the lower the temperature becomes.

The iron bars on both sides were replaced by thick brick walls, and the cell doors were made of pure iron, covered with densely packed corpse-suppressing talismans drawn with cinnabar.

"These rooms are all formidable characters." Xiao Ming pointed to an iron door covered with six high-level corpse-suppressing talismans. "The one inside is just a military general from the previous dynasty. His corpse is an armored corpse. My dad went through a lot of trouble to capture him, and he usually doesn't dare to open it."

Lin Chen walked through the iron gate, where a strong smell of corpses emanated from within.

It is indeed very strong, but it is not as good as Nintendo, which has been exposed to foreign drugs, nor is it as good as the bronze-armored corpse from Xishuangbanna during the day.

Zhuge Kongping's hobby is quite eccentric; keeping these zombies in his backyard is bound to cause big trouble sooner or later.

The two walked to the end of the Ghost Sealing Warehouse.

In the corner leaned a half-closed, dark iron door, its surface covered in rust.

Lin Chen walked over and knocked on the door.

The voice was muffled.

"It's good iron, very pure, and it's been buried underground for hundreds of years, so it's been imbued with extremely yin energy, making it extremely tough," Lin Chen said.

This half of the iron gate weighs at least seven or eight hundred pounds, which is perfect for practicing the purification techniques in the [Maoshan Weapon Refining Techniques].

"If Senior Brother Lin takes a liking to something, feel free to take it. It'll just rust here anyway," Xiao Ming said generously, waving his hand.

Lin Chen was planning to borrow the Zhuge family's blacksmith's furnace tomorrow to melt down the cast iron door when the floor tiles beneath his feet began to vibrate slightly.

It's very faint; ordinary people can't detect it.

Lin Chen has high mental attributes and keen senses.

Lin Chen stopped what he was doing and looked down at the ground.

"What's wrong?" Xiaoming followed his gaze but saw nothing.

Lin Chen didn't speak, and closed his eyes.

Deep beneath their feet, a chilling, oppressive energy flowed, carrying an aura of decay. It was very subtle and strangely familiar.