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

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The chickens in Dafeng Village, Shatin Town, haven't crowed yet.

The Zhuge family's backyard was already bustling with activity.

A dozen or so farmhands carried the bricks from the half-collapsed courtyard wall out. It took four strong men a long time to move the solid iron gate of the sealed ghost warehouse.

Zhuge Kongping, sporting dark circles under his eyes, sat in a grand chair in the front hall, holding a bowl of ginseng tea in his hand.

"Hui'er, has the manager of Yingchun Restaurant in town replied yet?"

Wang Hui was checking accounts with an abacus.

"They're back. The fire was lit overnight. Thirty beggar's chickens, three roast suckling pigs, and five jars of twenty-year-old Shaoxing wine. The shopkeeper said the quantity is too large, and the workers are hauling it here on a cart. It should arrive in about half an hour."

Zhuge Kongping rubbed his aching chest; this offering had cost him almost half a month's worth of expenses.

"It's better to lose money than to lose your life," said Master Four Eyes, sitting beside him.

Zhuge Kongping nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Four Eyes, your disciple is truly a freak," Zhuge Kongping leaned closer and lowered his voice. "That was the red-haired demon who was almost turning into a flying yaksha, and he shattered someone's bones with his bare fists. Is he even human?"

"Do you understand the authentic Maoshan spirit summoning technique?" Master Four Eyes raised his chin.

As they were talking, Lin Chen emerged from the west wing through the curtain.

After half a night of restoring my breathing, my blood and energy have returned to normal.

The Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture circulated through my body for a full cycle, and the muscle soreness caused by yesterday's overload of the Dharma was completely swept away.

"Nephew Lin, you're awake?" Zhuge Kongping quickly stood up. "The offerings will be here soon."

Lin Chen nodded, walked to the center of the courtyard, and found a flat open space.

He moved an eight-immortal table over, covered it with a yellow cloth, and lit three sticks of incense.

Not long after, the waiter from Yingchunlou pushed a cart into the courtyard.

The freshly roasted suckling pig sizzled and glistened with oil, the beggar's chicken cracked open and released a fragrant aroma, and five large jars of Daughter's Red wine were neatly arranged in front of the table.

The farmhands in the yard were swallowing hard.

Lin Chen walked to the offering table and formed a mudra with his hands.

Maoshan invites the divine seal.

He took a step out with the Seven Star Step, and his magic power shot into the air through his fingertips.

"Disciple Lin Chen respectfully invites the Mighty God General to enjoy the offerings."

The voice just fell.

A whirlwind suddenly swept across the courtyard, and the once clear sky began to rumble with thunder.

Zhuge Kongping could swallow an egg with his mouth wide open, and Wang Hui even forgot to use her abacus.

The three roast suckling pigs on the octagonal table had visibly shriveled up, their sheen gone, and turned into a pile of dry, charred meat.

The aroma of the thirty beggar's chickens was instantly drained, and even the bones turned to ash.

The mud seals on the five jars of Daughter's Red wine were intact, but a layer of white frost appeared on the surface of the wine jars, indicating that the essence of the wine inside had been absorbed from a distance.

A deep, satisfied burp came from mid-air.

"Hey kid, that's a good job! Call me again if you need any work!"

As the whirlwind subsided, the three incense sticks in the incense burner burned down to the bottom.

Lin Chen put away the hand seal and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"It's all done." Lin Chen turned to Zhuge Kongping. "Uncle-Master, have someone bury these scraps. Mortals will shorten their lifespan if they eat things that immortals have eaten."

Zhuge Kongping's mouth remained open for a long time.

He had spent half his life practicing Qimen Dunjia and collected dozens of zombies. When had he ever seen such a scene of making a deal with a god face to face?

"Brother Four Eyes, this... this summoning spell can even deliver things across realms?"

Master Four Eyes slung the Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword over his shoulder and glanced at him sideways.

"Making a fuss over nothing."

Actually, Si Mu was also having doubts.

This kid's ways are getting wilder and wilder; he can even order around the heavenly generals at will.

At this moment, Zhuge Xiaoming pushed a wheelbarrow into the backyard.

The truck was loaded with three large bundles of bright yellow, high-purity bare copper wire, two cans of mercury, and a large bag of top-grade cinnabar.

"Senior Brother Lin, I've bought everything you wanted." Zhuge Xiaoming wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I bought all the pure copper wire from the hardware stores in town."

Lin Chen went over and checked it.

The copper wire is soft and extremely pure, and the mercury is free of impurities.

"Well done." Lin Chen picked up a jar of mercury and some cinnabar. "Master, Uncle-Master, prepare to go down into the underground palace."

Zhuge Kongping's expression changed.

"Nephew Lin, although the Red-Haired Demon has been eliminated, the Yin energy beneath the underground palace has been stagnant for over a hundred years, and the Hidden Dragon Trapped in Water Formation has been broken. Isn't it too dangerous to go down now?"

"That's why we have to go down there," Lin Chen said, slinging the pure copper wire over his shoulder. "If we delay for a few more days, the extreme yin energy underground will leak out, and your house will become a breeding ground for corpses. At that time, without anyone coming to your door, those white-haired zombies in your sealed ghost vault will evolve into armored zombies on their own."

Zhuge Kongping shuddered.

Master Four Eyes patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, Fatty. With me here, what are you afraid of?"

The three of them, along with Zhuge Xiaoming, used flashlights to descend into the collapsed hole in the backyard.

The entrance to the underground palace was smashed to pieces by the red-haired demon.

The further down you go, the colder the air gets.

When the beam of a flashlight shines on the wall, you can see condensed water droplets.

Lin Chen walked at the front, with a bronze mirror of the Eight Trigrams from the previous dynasty hanging from his waist and a half-bucket of mercury mixed with cinnabar in his hand.

The lightning-struck wooden sword was contaminated by the poisonous blood of the Red-haired Demon yesterday, damaging the lightning patterns. It is currently soaking in glutinous rice water to draw out the poison.

Go down to the bottom of the underground palace.

The space is very large, about the size of a basketball court.

In the very center was a pool, which had long since dried up, and the bottom was full of dark brown silt.

In the middle of the pool is a stone platform, on which sits a mahogany coffin that has been broken into pieces.

This is where the Red-Haired Demon originally stayed.

The surrounding walls are covered with ancient Bagua (Eight Trigrams) patterns, many of which have been blurred by the yin energy.

"My great-grandfather put a lot of effort into setting up this trap, but he still couldn't catch us." Zhuge Kongping looked at the mess on the ground.

Lin Chen walked around the dried-up pond.

"The array base is still there, but the line guiding the yin energy is broken." Lin Chen put down the mercury in his hand. "Xiao Ming, pull the copper wire apart and lay the wires according to the directions I told you."

Zhuge Xiaoming quickly did as instructed.

Lin Chen took out a carving knife and began to re-carve the array patterns along the bluestone slab at the edge of the pool.

His movements were extremely fast; his proficient Maoshan Qimen formation technique allowed him to instantly construct a completely new flow diagram in his mind.

"Pour in the mercury."

Zhuge Xiaoming carefully poured the mercury into the groove that Lin Chen had carved, holding the jar in his hand.

Mercury mixed with cinnabar flows in the groove.

Lin Chen pressed the high-purity copper wire onto the mercury, extending it along the array pattern until it finally connected to the eight ventilation openings around the wall.

"This technique..." Zhuge Kongping watched from the side.

He discovered that Lin Chenbu's array not only contained the traditional Maoshan Yang-gathering runes, but also incorporated the principles of electrical conductivity and heat dissipation from physics.

The extremely yin energy, following the mercury and copper wires, was evenly distributed to the eight ventilation openings, and then discharged into the depths of the ground through the ventilation openings, making it impossible for it to accumulate in the pool.

"This is simply a perfect combination of Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination) and Western science!"

Zhuge Xiaoming clenched his fists excitedly, and the way he looked at Lin Chen had changed from looking at his senior brother to looking at a god.