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

Lin Chen opened his eyes.

This yin energy is exactly the same as the aura emanating from the bronze-armored corpse in Xishuangbanna during the day.

During the day in the courtyard, Lin Chen used his penetrating force to shatter the internal organs of the bronze-armored corpse. At that time, a wisp of yin energy seeped into the ground through the cracks in the floor tiles.

That wasn't the corpse energy that naturally dissipates after a zombie dies; it was as if something was actively absorbing the remaining yin energy.

"What's underground in this sealed ghost vault?" Lin Chen stared at Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming was stunned for a moment.

"Underground? There's nothing underground. When the Ghost Treasury was built, my dad specifically consulted a feng shui master, who said it was a 'Green Dragon Absorbing Water Formation' that could suppress evil spirits."

Lin Chen shook his head.

"No, this place is low-lying and never sees sunlight. There are also many zombies here, and the yin energy is extremely heavy. If it were just a Azure Dragon Absorbing Water Formation, it would have become an extremely yin place for raising corpses long ago. There must be a formation eye or a talisman underground."

Xiao Ming looked around and lowered his voice.

"Senior Brother Lin, you're amazing! My dad didn't even tell my mom about this. I only found out by secretly flipping through his notes one night."

Xiao Ming pointed to the feet of the two people.

"Beneath this ghost vault, there is indeed an underground palace. There are no zombies inside, only a mahogany coffin."

"Whose coffin?"

"I don't know," Xiaoming shook his head.

"The notes say that the coffin was passed down from my great-grandfather's generation. Before he passed away, my great-grandfather left a will that the descendants of the Zhuge family must guard this coffin for generations and never open it, no matter what happens. In order to suppress the coffin, my father built this ghost-sealing vault on top of it, using the yin energy of these zombies to fight poison with poison and maintain the balance underground."

Lin Chen listened without saying anything.

Fighting poison with poison?

Using the yin energy of dozens of zombies to suppress another coffin? Zhuge Kongping is incredibly audacious.

If the thing underground absorbs all the yin energy above, the monster it raises will be so powerful that even a mighty god would have to struggle to descend to earth.

"What did you do with the bronze-armored corpse from Xishuangbanna that you found during the day?" Lin Chen asked.

"My dad said that thing was evil and that keeping it might cause problems, so he had the servants pour kerosene on it and burn it in the front yard. The ashes were buried in the wasteland outside the village."

Lin Chen remained silent.

It burned?

So where does this ever-growing yin energy under my feet come from?

Lin Chen squatted down, placed his palm on the cold brick, and let his magic power penetrate into the ground through his palm.

The magic had barely penetrated a foot-thick layer of brick when it was pulled in by a suction force.

Lin Chen severed his magical power and stood up.

He was now certain that the bronze-armored corpse from Xishuangbanna brought by the world's number one Mao was not truly dead. Some core element within it had used the illusion of death to escape everyone's notice and infiltrate the underground palace of this sealed ghost vault.

It is touching the redwood coffin that has been passed down in the Zhuge family for generations.

"Let's go, get out of here." Lin Chen patted the dust off his hands.

"Aren't you going to install that cast iron gate?" Xiao Ming asked, somewhat surprised.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Lin Chen turned and walked out, his hand resting on the lightning-struck wooden sword at his waist.

The two walked out of the Ghost Sealing Warehouse, and Xiaoming locked the iron gate again.

A deep, muffled heartbeat echoed from the depths of the sealed ghost vault.

thump.

The sound was not loud, but then the Bagua array flags around the Zhuge family compound, which were originally used to trap the number one Mao in the world, made a sound, and the cinnabar runes on the flags dimmed into a dead gray.

The formation has been broken.

Lin Chen stood on the steps outside the Ghost Sealing Warehouse.

The night breeze was cool.

The eight yellow battle flags surrounding the courtyard, used to trap the most powerful enemy in the world, suddenly had their flagpoles broken.

The cinnabar runes on the flag faded to gray-black when exposed to water, and then tore into strips with a hissing sound.

"The formation is broken." Lin Chen looked at the black smoke rising from the cracks in the floor tiles.

Xiao Ming's flashlight beam shone on the ground, illuminating patches of cold, misty fog.

"Senior Brother Lin, this...this is not ordinary corpse energy. I feel a chill running through my bones."

Clang!

The sound of a door slamming against the ground came from the front yard.

Master Simu, dressed in a white robe and cloth shoes, ran into the backyard carrying a fifty-pound Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword.

"What's going on? Such heavy yin energy! What kind of wandering ghost dares to come here looking for trouble?" The Four-Eyed Taoist priest held his sword horizontally in front of his chest.

Then, Zhuge Kongping and Wang Hui also arrived.

Zhuge Kongping's clothes weren't even buttoned up properly, and he was holding a repaired Bagua compass in his hand.

The compass needle spun erratically.

"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" Zhuge Kongping looked at the broken array flags scattered throughout the courtyard, then stared at the blue bricks emitting black smoke from beneath his feet, his face turning pale. "Something's happened to the underground palace!"

Wang Hui slapped Zhuge Kongping on the back of the head: "You fatso, what are you hiding from me? What's buried down there?"

Zhuge Kongping's lips trembled. He glanced at Lin Chen, then at Daoist Simu, knowing that this matter could no longer be kept secret.

"It is... a red-haired demon that my great-grandfather sealed away back then."

Master Four Eyes cursed, "Red-haired demon? Are you insane? You dare bury such a malevolent creature in your own backyard? And you even keep dozens of zombies on it?"

Zhuge Kongping stamped his foot anxiously: "That's the Zhuge family's ancestral precept! My great-grandfather lost half his life trying to subdue this red-haired demon, and in the end, he could only use the Hidden Dragon Trapping Water Formation from Qimen Dunjia to seal it in a redwood coffin in the underground palace. The Ghost Treasury built on top used the corpse energy of ordinary zombies to fight poison with poison, suppressing its ferocity. And all these years, nothing has happened!"

Lin Chen interrupted him: "You had the ashes of that bronze-armored corpse from Xishuangbanna burned and buried in the wasteland during the day, but the core of its extremely Yin corpse energy didn't dissipate. It seeped into your underground palace along the earth's veins and awakened that red-haired demon."

Lin Chen possessed proficient Maoshan Qimen formation techniques, and he could clearly see the feng shui layout of the courtyard.

The "Hidden Dragon Trapped in Water" formation is inherently a vicious cycle, with the yin energies mutually canceling each other out.

But the copper-armored corpse's hybrid corpse aura, infused with deadly poison and secret techniques from the southern frontier, broke the balance.

"What do we do now?" Wang Hui gripped the peach wood sword in her hand tightly.

"boom!"

A tremendous crashing sound came from the Ghost Sealing Vault behind them.

The solid iron gate was knocked so hard that a section bulged outwards.

The horde of corpses inside went berserk due to the influence of the underground red-haired evil spirit.

"Aww!"

Through the iron gate, you could hear the roars of dozens of zombies inside.

The sounds of iron bars being torn apart and claws scratching at the wall mingled together.

"The talisman inside can't hold back the corpse anymore." Lin Chen glanced at the yellow talisman pasted on the iron gate, which had already begun to spontaneously combust.

Zhuge Kongping pulled a stack of yellow flags from his robes: "I'll rearrange the formation! Lock down the earth's energy!"

"It's no use." Lin Chen pressed down on his wrist. "The earth's energy has already reversed. If you plant a flag now, it will only explode faster."

Lin Chen turned to Xiao Ming and asked, "What's the maximum voltage your hand-cranked generator can output?"

Xiao Ming snapped out of his daze: "The hand-cranked one can reach 220, and the diesel one can reach 380! The diesel engine is in the shed next to the sealed-off warehouse!"

"Go and bring them out," Lin Chen said. "Bring out all the purest copper wires from your lab."

Xiao Ming grabbed the flashlight and ran towards the shed on the side.

Master Four Eyes walked over, sword in hand: "Lin Chen, what are you up to? Using some foreign iron lump against this thing?"

"Master, lightning belongs to Yang. Since we can't summon heavenly lightning, let's make some ordinary lightning to make do." Lin Chen took out a purple bamboo pen and top-grade cinnabar from his sleeve.

Xiao Ming pushed a diesel generator over, and Wang Hui also helped carry out a large bundle of bare copper wire.

Lin Chen took the copper wire and thought about the Bagua positions of the Qimen Dunjia formation.

He used copper wire as if it were vermilion wire.

"The Qian position is around the pillar, the Kun position is pressed down with bricks, and the Zhen position is suspended in the air..." Lin Chen grabbed the copper wire and pulled out a net outside the gate of the Ghost Sealing Warehouse.

This net looks messy, but it actually conforms to the principles of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) formation for locking away evil.

After each time he passed a key point in the array, Lin Chen would use a purple bamboo pen to draw a Maoshan Gathering Yang Talisman on the copper wire.

The magic flowed into the copper wire through the tip of the pen.

"Pour in diesel fuel, crank the handle!" Lin Chen shouted.

Xiao Ming turned on the diesel engine throttle and gripped the crank handle with both hands, turning it forcefully.

chug chug!

The diesel engine roared and spewed out black smoke.

"wiring!"

Lin Chen directly attached the two ends of the copper wire to the positive and negative terminals of the generator.

It's sizzling!

The entire copper wire mesh lit up with a blue electric arc.

With the blessing of the Yang-gathering talisman drawn on it by Lin Chen, the ordinary industrial current was imbued with golden light, turning into a power grid filled with Yang energy.

As the power grid was energized, the solid iron gate of the sealed ghost warehouse was smashed open with a loud bang.