Chapter 7: Zombie

Uncle Kiu looked at the scene with a stunned expression, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. He muttered to himself, "This kid's reaction is pretty quick."

Wencai asked from the side, "Master, is Senior Brother on the wrong medication? Why is he acting so strangely? He's never been this respectful to you before." Uncle Kiu glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense and stand over there."

Baiyu had overheard much of their cautious conversation and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Becoming a grandmaster? That goal is too small. My aim is to become an immortal! And if possible, I want to be like Sun Wukong and wreak havoc in Heaven.

At this moment, he was extremely confident. He believed that with the Daoist lineage system, all his dreams had a chance of coming true. Half of his Daoist skills were thanks to the system. The Maoshan techniques were profound and complex; even the basic spells required at least ten years of hard work to master. Baiyu had achieved his current level in just a few days, all thanks to the system. The system had directly imprinted the techniques into Baiyu's mind, avoiding the hassle of memorization. After exchanging skills from the system, it would also bring the basic skills to a level of proficiency, saving him a lot of time to learn the basics. Thus, all Baiyu needed to do was deepen his understanding and enhance his magical power.

The system had also improved his physical constitution. With his current constitution, he could be considered a genius in ancient times. Moreover, his cultivation techniques operated automatically, making his one day of practice equivalent to several days for others, thus reducing many obstacles in his cultivation and accelerating his progress. Speaking of constitution, there was indeed a difference between modern and ancient people.

In ancient times, almost everyone had the potential for cultivation, but now, although there are still many, most are of the lowest quality. A person with average potential is now considered a genius. The ancient people clearly divided the levels of potential, and when recruiting disciples, they would first look at their constitution. To distinguish them clearly, they were divided into four levels: Lower, Middle, Upper, and Innate Dao Body. Baiyu belonged to the Upper level.

Wencai couldn't help but ask again, "Master, were you talking about Mr. Ren's house just now?" It seemed that Wencai had a tendency to talk a lot and often said irrelevant things. He was always off the mark and loved to talk nonsense.

Uncle Kiu glared at him and said, "Is it not?"

Wencai nodded as if relieved and said, "If it's not related to us, we shouldn't worry about it." He looked completely carefree. Uncle Kiu ignored him and asked Baiyu, "Junior Brother, do you have any good strategies?"

Baiyu thought for a moment and said, "I don't have a good strategy, but we can try to limit it before finding the new grave and then think of a solution."

"Hmm, sigh," Uncle Kiu's face showed a worried expression.

At this moment, Chiu Sheng returned, holding a cup of tea and smiling. He respectfully handed the tea to Baiyu, saying, "Uncle, please have some tea." Baiyu, seeing Chiu Sheng's eyes, had to smile and gently take the tea, saying, "I'll drink it later." He then placed the tea on the table but didn't drink it, as he had already had tea and wasn't thirsty.

Chiu Sheng nodded and bowed, still urging, "You must drink, you must drink." His expression and actions were exaggerated, and it seemed overly fake. Even in the world of Hong Kong movies, the characters, even when real, felt absurd. Baiyu couldn't help but want to laugh, but he saw Uncle Kiu's face darken and held back.

Uncle Kiu couldn't stand it anymore. "Why are these two disciples always so embarrassing and make me lose face? You can serve tea, but what about mine?" He began to regret saying so much to Chiu Sheng. He gave the two a glare, and they felt a sudden chill, as if the weather had turned cold. Uncle Kiu said angrily, "Alright, we have something to deal with now."

The two were startled and immediately stood straight, not daring to make any small movements. Then Wencai asked, "Do we really have to take the risk? If it's not related to us, we shouldn't worry, right? Everyone has their own destiny."

Chiu Sheng was puzzled and asked, "What's going on?"

Wencai casually replied, "Master said the Ren family is in trouble... Ah, Yingying!" Wencai was so absent-minded that it took him this long to remember the matter.

Chiu Sheng mocked, "Didn't you say if it's not related to us, we shouldn't worry, and everyone has their own destiny?" Wencai didn't mind and said to Chiu Sheng, "Ah, you can't say that. If we can save the one we love, we can get married without any problems." He then walked forward to beg Uncle Kiu and Baiyu for help.

Chiu Sheng pulled him back, "Hey."

Wencai replied irritably, "Hey."

"Fair competition," Chiu Sheng said, looking at Uncle Kiu and Baiyu, "Master, Uncle, think of a way."

Baiyu smiled and said, "We've already thought of a plan. Why else would we bring the coffin back?" Wencai and Chiu Sheng said, "Oh," and asked, "Is there something wrong with the coffin?"

Baiyu said, "The coffin is fine, but the problem is with the dead person." The two were puzzled and said, "Yes, it hasn't rotted in 20 years." They then went to the coffin and opened the lid together, exclaiming, "Wow, he's gotten fatter."

Uncle Kiu saw the characteristics of the corpse and his expression tightened. "Quickly, close the lid." He then pondered for a moment and said, "Go and prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, and sword."

The two were confused and asked, "What?"

Uncle Kiu glared at them and said, "Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword." Watching them prepare, Uncle Kiu said helplessly, "These two brats, with their poor potential and lack of ambition, will probably never achieve much." After a while, they prepared the items, and Uncle Kiu caught a chicken to get some chicken blood.

Wencai, who had been a part-time housewife for a long time, said with a hint of pain, "Master, you're using a chicken again?" But after a glance from Uncle Kiu, he shut up, smiling awkwardly, "Chicken..." but his mind was elsewhere.

First, he mixed the chicken blood with ink and had the two sprinkle it on the coffin. Then he walked back and forth, showing off his knowledge, "People are divided into good and bad, and corpses are divided into zombies and dead bodies."

Wencai, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, interrupted as soon as Uncle Kiu finished, "Master, people are not only divided into good and bad, but also into men and women, right, Uncle?" But he was met with another glare from Uncle Kiu.

Uncle Kiu scolded, "Why do you interrupt when your master is speaking?" Baiyu was also annoyed. Is he trying to create discord? Uncle Kiu continued, "Old Master Ren's corpse is about to turn into a zombie." Disrupted by Wencai, Uncle Kiu didn't mind much, as if he was used to it.

Chiu Sheng asked, "How can a corpse turn into a zombie?" Wencai added, "Yes, how can a person turn into a bad person?"

Uncle Kiu said, "A person becomes bad because they lack ambition, and a corpse becomes a zombie because it has an extra breath." Chiu Sheng, while sprinkling the ink, asked, "An extra breath? What does that mean?"

"A person who dies with anger, frustration, or depression will have a breath trapped in their throat after death." Uncle Kiu had never actually seen a real zombie before, only theoretical knowledge from the Maoshan secret techniques. Otherwise, in the original story, they wouldn't have needed to consult the Maoshan secret techniques after the zombie appeared.

Baiyu said, "You two should hurry up and sprinkle the ink. If the zombie comes out, the first person it will bite is its closest relative. If you don't want Yingying to turn into a zombie, don't complain so much." The two were startled and quickly got to work. Chiu Sheng, who hadn't been possessed by the ghost yet, was still thinking about how to pursue Yingying.

Uncle Kiu said, "Junior Brother, let's go. Don't bother with these two brats."

After the two left, Wencai quietly asked Chiu Sheng, "Hey, why do you call Daoist Bai 'Uncle'?"

Chiu Sheng smiled mysteriously and said, "I'll tell you..."

Late at night, Baiyu was sound asleep when a faint sound woke him. He opened his eyes but made no move. He knew Uncle Kiu would check, and he wouldn't find anything unusual. Although the coffin was covered with ink lines, it had been buried for 20 years and was no longer sturdy, eventually being shaken apart by the zombie. But at that moment, the system's voice sounded, "Mission issued: Make the ghost retreat. Reward: 300 exchange points."

Baiyu chuckled in the darkness and muttered, "Now everything is in place. I can act freely." He gradually fell into thought. Since the zombie had appeared, he just needed to deal with it after it attacked Old Master Ren and turned into a truly inhuman zombie. He had full confidence in his peachwood sword. The ghost, however, was more difficult to handle, especially since it could become invisible. Only a compass could detect its location. Baiyu was currently lacking in magical tools, which was a major headache. He didn't have much time in this story world to find materials, making his attack methods very limited.

But then a light bulb went off in his head. Didn't he have a ready resource right next to him? Uncle Kiu, an experienced Maoshan Daoist, must have some good items. He should be willing to lend a few, right?

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Today's update is a bit late, I'm very sorry. I would like to thank the reader "Qing Shang" for their strong support. I promise I won't abandon this story.