“What task?”
“I'll give you some gold, go find those big families in this place, and buy me some antiques.” This guy is a pure social butterfly, he's perfect for this kind of thing.
Zi Qiao was curious, “They shouldn’t be that stupid to sell them, right?”
“You know nothing! This era, to put it bluntly, is a chaotic one. At this time, gold is more valuable than anything else. If you do this well, I won’t care even if you use the remaining gold to book the entire brothel.”
“No problem, just watch me. This little matter is a piece of cake for me, Lü Xiaobù.” Zi Qiao readily agreed. This is his forte.
The next day after breakfast, the two went back to their room to sleep. The three girls were bored and went out to shop. They haven't seen many of the things in this era, and it was rare to have some free time today, so they took a gold bar from Xue Mo Yin and ran off.
The three girls returned in the afternoon, their faces flushed with excitement, and they were carrying many things. They seemed very satisfied with their shopping trip.
Nine Uncle arrived shortly after they came back. He had been busy all day and finally found a place to bury the coffin. Now he was just waiting for someone to come tomorrow to carry the coffin.
But he felt uneasy in his heart, as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was.
In the evening, Zi Qiao and Mo Yin continued to stay up to keep watch. Although they felt that nothing would happen, it was the last night after all, so it was better to be safe.
Just like last night, neither of them slept. After an unknown amount of time, a hand extended from the coffin again. It was the same story. It touched the ink line and then retracted.
Zi Qiao sneered, "You think this thing is brainless? It already happened last night, and it forgot so quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand extended again. The same scene played out over and over again seven or eight times. The two of them finally realized that something might be wrong because the hand was extending a little further each time.
"Mo Yin, look." Zi Qiao pointed at the ink line that had been touched.
Xue Mo Yin looked closely, the color of the ink line was getting lighter, it seemed like it was about to disappear. "Damn it! Quick…"
Before he could finish, there was a “Bang!” The coffin shattered into four pieces, and a corpse wearing a Qing Dynasty official robe, a top hat, and long fingernails stood up straight.
It was coming!
"Zi Qiao, stop it! Nine Uncle! Come quickly! The zombie is out!” Xue Mo Yin shouted.
Although he had a peach wood sword, he was still used to his own weapon. Besides, it was an emergency, and Zi Qiao forgot about it for a moment. He immediately drew his Fang Tian Hua Ji, swung it around, and aimed at the zombie’s head.
The powerful blow did not have the expected effect. Instead, it knocked the zombie toward the door. "Peach wood sword!"
Xue Mo Yin shouted and charged at the zombie with his peach wood sword. By sheer coincidence, there were two sheep at the door. The zombie directly grabbed them. Before Xue Mo Yin could strike, the zombie had already drained the two sheep of their blood.
Xue Mo Yin’s peach wood sword was about to pierce the zombie’s heart, but the zombie swung its arms and knocked the sword away. Xue Mo Yin knew that this thing was powerful, but he had only heard about it before. Now that he was actually facing it, he realized that its strength was not inferior to his own.
Zi Qiao, wielding his peach wood sword, arrived at this time, but he wasn’t skilled with swords. He still used his halberd techniques, swinging the sword and slashing. The zombie was more agile than he expected, dodging his attack. Then with a palm, it sent Zi Qiao flying.
Xue Mo Yin thought that the zombie wouldn’t let him and Zi Qiao, the two “food” sources, go. Their reinforcements would be arriving soon, and it would be a breeze to kill the zombie.
But unexpectedly, it turned its head and jumped toward the door. Although it was just a jump, it was still very fast. It disappeared from their sight in an instant. Just as they were about to pursue, Nine Uncle, Yi Fei, and the others rushed over.
This delay meant that Xue Mo Yin wouldn’t be able to catch up.
Nine Uncle took a look at the traces left at the scene, then recalled Xue Mo Yin’s shout just now. His expression changed. "Hurry! Go to Ren’s Manor!”
But this Yi Zhuang was already in a remote location, and Ren’s Manor was quite far away. Even at their full speed, it took them more than ten minutes.
As soon as they reached the door, the servants of Ren’s Manor stopped them. "What are you doing? What are you doing? Don’t you know where this is?”
Nine Uncle was also in a hurry now. "Damn it! Do you even know who I am? I have urgent business with your master. Quickly get out of the way!"
The servants at the door finally recognized Nine Uncle and opened the door. They immediately rushed to Ren Fu Shen’s room. As soon as they opened the door, they found Ren Fu Shen lying motionless on the ground. There were two bloody holes in his neck, and he seemed to have died recently. "Alas, we are still a step too late."
“Ah! Father!” Ren Ting Ting heard someone coming upstairs. She put on her clothes and came out. Unexpectedly, she saw this scene.
“Father! Father! Nine Uncle, what happened? My father…呜呜呜…” Ren Ting Ting couldn’t accept it. Her father was fine at dinner time, why did he suddenly die and leave her?
Nine Uncle was afraid that Ren Ting Ting would also suffer some misfortune, so he stayed at Ren’s Manor with the others.
Xue Mo Yin asked in confusion, "Nine Uncle, what happened? Why did the zombie suddenly come out?"
"It can only be said that it's fate. The dragon-vein pattern that resembled a dragonfly touching water was intentionally destroyed, and that place became a gathering place of yin energy. The zombie has been cultivating using yin energy, and because of this, Ren Lao Tai Ye was able to become this way in twenty years."
With a sigh, Nine Uncle continued, “When the coffin was opened that day, Ren Fu Shen’s aura was remembered by the zombie. You should know that the blood of close relatives is extremely tempting to them, so it risked its arm being almost crippled and broke out of the coffin forcefully. Now this thing is even more difficult to deal with.”
Xue Mo Yin didn’t care about the life or death of Ren Fu Shen. He was more concerned about Nine Uncle’s last sentence. "Nine Uncle, you mean that after consuming the blood of a close relative, it will become stronger." He hoped his guess was wrong, but reality often contradicts expectations.
“That's right, so no matter what, we must protect Ren Ting Ting. If she gets killed by Ren Lao Tai Ye again, then we will be in real danger.”
“Also, we must deal with Ren Fu Shen’s corpse quickly. He already has corpse poison in his heart, and he will turn into a zombie sooner or later.”
After listening to Nine Uncle, Xue Mo Yin was in a panic. He knew this mission wasn’t so easy. Now Ren Lao Tai Ye was nowhere to be found. The most likely place was the cave in the movie, but the mountain in reality was many times larger, and it was impossible to find the cave.
But luckily, Ren Ting Ting was there, and the zombie wouldn’t disappear.
Ren’s Manor was indeed a wealthy family in this area. In just half a night, they set up a spirit hall and so on. Early the next morning, Ren Ting Ting was wearing mourning clothes and sitting to the side. She had been kneeling for half a night, and her body could no longer support it.
Captain A Wei, who was in charge of the local police, came in with his men, squatted down, lifted the white cloth with his hand, glanced at it with disgust, and quickly covered it back up.
He turned to Ren Ting Ting who was still sobbing. "Cousin, although your husband is gone, you still have me! Don’t worry, I will definitely find the murderer who killed your husband."
Another man beside him asked, "Captain Wei, how was he killed?"
A Wei didn’t know. He casually said, "Of course he was shot dead."
Nine Uncle questioned, "Were all the shots in the neck?"
“This, ah, the murderer was a martial arts expert, he released a…he released a nine-linked chain throwing-knives and killed Mr. Ren."
Nine Uncle was speechless. "Where are the knives?"
A Wei’s face lost some of its composure. "Don’t you dare hinder my investigation. You’re smart, you tell me how he died?”