Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

Although there were still people guarding the ancestral graves at night and preventing people from entering, Xia Wange was there. She wore bracelets on both wrists that she had taken from Lu Qiu, and could easily rely on her "heavenly eye" to observe the qi and avoid the patrolling people. She led Fang Qingzi around the people and jumped into a two-meter-deep pit.

Just as she was about to tell Fang Qingzi, with her old arms and legs, not to come down, she saw that the other person had also followed her down into the pit with great agility.

Xia Wange silently gave the other person a thumbs up.

Sure enough, fifty is the age for adventure; she was too narrow-minded.

There were still patrols in the distance, but the pit was so deep that two people would be completely invisible once they jumped in.

The passage to the tomb that Mingzhu mentioned was blocked by a bluestone slab. Xia Wange moved the bluestone slab aside, looked down, and then turned on her flashlight to examine it carefully again.

"It looks like it's from the Qing Dynasty."

Fang Qingzi nodded. "What you said is consistent with my judgment."

Xia Wange lit a long-handled match and stretched it as far inside as possible, glancing at the flame. "There's wind and air inside, I'll go in and take a look."

Just as she was about to go in and explore first, Fang Qingzi stopped her. "Let me go in first. Although I am not as skilled as you, I have more experience. I have been to many cemeteries like this. Let me go in and take a look first."

Xia Wange hesitated for a moment, "Let's have a divination done first."

So the two of them quickly tossed in six copper coins, calculated the consequences of going in, and after finding nothing wrong, she let Fang Qingzi in.

Not long after, Fang Qingzi came out, and Xia Wange looked at him.

Fang Qingzi glanced at her, looking troubled. "Um, tsk, Martial Aunt, well, sigh, this, tsk, I don't know how to say it."

"Why are you stammering?" Xia Wange said speechlessly. "Just tell me what's inside."

"Hey, you'll know once you go and take a look," Fang Qingzi said hesitantly.

"How ridiculous! Is there something I have to see before I can see it? Why are you stammering like that?" After saying that, Xia Wange crouched down and went inside. She came out a short while later, glanced at Fang Qingzi, and looked troubled. "Tsk, sigh, you know, this matter, sigh, tsk."

The two remained silent.

"When you went in, did you remember to hold your breath?" Xia Wange asked after a long while.

"I know the rule about holding your breath," Fang Qingzi said immediately.

"Sigh, why did it have to be this of all?" Xia Wange frowned.

"How about we ask someone else for help?" Fang Qingzi suggested. "Let's ask around Maoshan."

"Judging from the array he's set up around him, it seems like he'll be finished in a few days. Even if we call the Maoshan sect, they might not be able to get there in time. It's not that we can't handle it, it's just..."

This kind of thing is so rare now. Although Qingya Peak is powerful, he has emerged as a dark horse with special methods and expertise in other areas, so it is inevitable that he feels troubled and unfamiliar with it.

Neither she nor Fang Qingzi have any expertise in this area.

Thinking of this, Xia Wange did some calculations and consulted the oracle. "It would be best to force him to wake up tomorrow night. After tomorrow, it will be difficult for anyone to come. I do know what we need. Let's go back today and ask our friends if they have any tips. Then let's ask around if anyone knows how and can come before tomorrow night. Let's prepare for both possibilities."

The two tacitly refrained from saying much. The village was too remote, and the craft was too ancient. Ordinary young people from Maoshan might not be as skilled as the two of them.

So in the end, it will most likely still be the two of them who will have to do it.

On the way back, Xia Wange said, "Did you see clearly what that thing on his chest was? I think it looks like a bird, which is for a civil official."

"I'm also looking at birds."

Xia Wange breathed a sigh of relief, "Civil officials are good, civil officials are simpler."

If he were a military general, she could only defeat him by using Lu Qiu as a shield.

Back home, Mingzhu was still awake. He watched as the two masters walked in with grave expressions. Seeing their demeanor, Mingzhu's heart skipped a beat. "Masters, what's wrong? Is it difficult to handle?"

"It's not difficult, just a bit tricky." Xia Wange said, quickly grabbing a pen and paper to write down what she needed, then handing it to Mingzhu. "Get ready quickly, the sooner the better."

Mingzhu glanced at the paper and was taken aback. He whispered, "It's a zombie."

Xia Wange looked at him. "Is it that obvious?"

Everyone could tell at a glance that it was a zombie?

As soon as she went down, she saw the energy-gathering formation hidden underground, and in the middle of the formation lay a zombie.

Someone actually gathered the life essence of the entire village to catalyze the zombies!?

She was speechless.

What are you doing all day long? What era are we living in? Why are you still doing this?

It's like she's already graduated from university, and she can still answer some of the questions on functions and calculus, but suddenly she's being tested on a chicken-and-rabbit problem and isn't allowed to set up unknowns and equations.

bother.

Cumbersome.

Look, that zombie is starting to grow hair. If it's any later, it will completely turn into a hairy zombie, becoming invulnerable to swords and spears. That would be quite troublesome, so the sooner we deal with it, the better.

Mingzhu looked at the paper. "It's obvious."

Glutinous rice, inkstone, rooster's blood.

This is practically a standard feature of zombie movies!

The fully enclosed portable oxygen device in the back is quite modern, but it's the 21st century, so it's normal to use some modern equipment.

Xia Wange held her phone and thought for a moment. Master Li's network of contacts largely overlapped with Fang Qingzi's, so she decided to ask Sister Dou if she knew anyone who could handle zombies. The group was a mixed bag, and she was worried that there might be some ulterior motives among them.

Just after she left a kind message for Sister Dou, Mingzhu suddenly asked, "Master, should this glutinous rice be long-grain or round-grain?"

Xia Wange was stunned and looked at Mingzhu.

Indeed, the modern abundance of goods contrasts sharply with the scarcity of the past. Now, you can have almost anything you want, and you even have to be picky about the types of goods you choose.

Mingzhu quickly replied, "Long-grain glutinous rice is suitable for making zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), rice cakes, and savory rice, while round-grain glutinous rice is generally used for brewing wine, cooking porridge, and making tangyuan (sweet rice balls), nian gao (New Year's cake), mochi, and the like. So which one do you want?"

"Let's have a little of everything." Xia Wange thought for a moment and then added, "More long-grain ones."

After all, the original form of a zombie was a "zongzi" (a type of rice dumpling).

After giving these instructions, Xia Wange looked at Mingzhu's back and suddenly asked, "Go and find out when your village started being called Xiucai Village, why there is a Qing Dynasty civil official's tomb in the very center of the ancestral graves, and also find out who recently brought flammable materials into the village, and who suggested hiring someone to set up an array."

The more Mingzhu listened, the more he realized the gravity of the matter, so he nodded repeatedly and asked someone to investigate.

Xia Wange gently rubbed her fingertips. There must be an inside agent in this matter, and this inside agent is bound to die. It is highly likely that the zombie sucked the blood of this family, and then the zombie's essence was sucked away. In the end, the zombie and this family perished in the sea of ​​fire together.