Mr. 09

"Stop right there. You are no longer my apprentice. My apprentice wouldn't collude with a cat burglar," Fang Zhiyi said coldly. Lin Adai was dim-witted and often did foolish things, but did he really not know right from wrong? Of course not. He knew everything; he was just stupid.

"Master, I..."

Yan Wushuang didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. Hearing the word "zombie," he was skeptical, but then he suddenly remembered he had seen ghosts and snake demons before. So, zombies weren't impossible!

So, he waited for Fang Zhiyi—his master in name only—to speak.

Fang Zhiyi spread his hands. "What zombies? That's nonsense! Spreading feudal superstition and creating panic—such intentions are punishable by death!"

Nightingale's brain short-circuited for a moment. She looked at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief. "You Daoist priest, how can you lie through your teeth? You know there are zombies in this tomb! You even set up a formation!"

"Set up a formation? That was a folk custom to express grief for the tomb owner. Why are you so superstitious?" Fang Zhiyi looked at her with disgust.

Yan Wushuang wouldn't let Nightingale bicker anymore. "Take her away!" He thought for a moment. "Tie her up! Let's see if you can run away this time."

As the crowd left, Fang Zhiyi looked back at the grand tomb on the West Mountain. The Yin energy inside was thick. Zombies?

Based on experience from previous worlds, there were records of such things, but he had never encountered one. Legend had it that there were several forms of zombies. The earliest was the Hanba, or Drought Demon. However, the Hanba was actually a mythical monster that brought drought and was even worshipped as a deity in early times. It could be said that the Hanba had absolutely nothing to do with zombies. It was only after hundreds of years that the legendary Hanba was gradually described with the image of a zombie.

"Zombies include Purple Zombies and White Zombies. These two basically have no attack power. White Zombies will even run away when they see people; they fear water, fire, and light."

Yan Wushuang took a drag on his cigarette and nodded with a grave expression.

"Next are Green Zombies, Hairy Zombies, and Flying Zombies." Fang Zhiyi looked into the distance, where an ominous aura permeated the pitch-black mountain forest. "Green Zombies have weaknesses too, but Hairy Zombies and Flying Zombies... are very tricky."

Yan Wushuang followed his gaze. A storm was already raging in his heart. It wasn't until the two thieves were imprisoned again that Fang Zhiyi mentioned the zombies.

"There are also Wandering Corpses, Dormant Corpses, and Indestructible Bones," Fang Zhiyi continued. "Wandering Corpses like to roam around, usually following the lunar energy. Dormant Corpses are bodies that haven't decayed even after a hundred years. As for the Indestructible Bone... you know the White Bone Spirit, right?"

Yan Wushuang nodded. "I've heard storytellers talk about it."

"It's similar to that thing, but not as powerful." Fang Zhiyi stood up. "The good news is that these last three types have long been extinct. Otherwise, if they evolved into a Hou, they would be considered to have attained the Dao. But that's just a myth; at least I've never seen one."

Yan Wushuang asked, "Master, then why did you say there were no zombies just now..."

Fang Zhiyi looked at him. "She was caught red-handed robbing a tomb, right?"

"Correct."

"Then she claimed there were zombies. Wouldn't you have to go and investigate?"

"Yes."

"If you went to check, do you think you'd come back alive?"

Yan Wushuang froze for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly. He had a realistic understanding of his own abilities.

"But isn't there you, Master?"

Fang Zhiyi glared at him grumpily. "Do I have an extra head or an extra pair of hands compared to you?"

Yan Wushuang felt a bit awkward. "So what do we do now? Will those zombies come to the town?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded. "They're already here."

"What?" Yan Wushuang stood up in shock.

"Don't panic." Fang Zhiyi suddenly revealed a strange smile. "Today, as your teacher, I will teach you a technique for suppressing demons that is of the utmost Yang and unyielding power."

Yan Wushuang looked at Fang Zhiyi. He suddenly remembered that although he called him Master, he hadn't learned anything other than some basic knowledge.

A zombie led seven or eight minions behind it, hopping along. Their heavy footsteps sounded exceptionally eerie in the silent night.

Since waking up, they had been thirsting for the nourishment of blood. Without hesitation, they hopped towards the place where the scent of the living was strongest.

Seeing the small town appearing before them, the zombies felt a surge of excitement. It wasn't human excitement, but the thrill of finding food. Just as they were about to enter the town, the surroundings suddenly lit up.

Then came the roar of a crowd.

The zombies were startled by the light and paused involuntarily. Then they saw plenty of fresh food appearing not far away.

Fang Zhiyi held a megaphone: "Citizens, what you see before you is the future revenue source of our town."

The townspeople had been gathered in the middle of the night, somewhat unwillingly. But hearing there was money to be made, they all eagerly ran over. Looking at the zombies in front of them, if they were alone, they would have run away long ago. But now there were many people, and Fang Zhiyi was standing there, so they felt safe.

"Mr. Fang, can these things be sold for money?" Master Huang asked in confusion. He had suffered heavy losses and had a high demand for money.

Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. "How did you make your fortune with a brain like that?"

"They're hopping! They're hopping!" someone shouted excitedly.

Having adapted to the firelight, the zombies hopped towards the crowd.

The townspeople finally felt a trace of fear and backed away one after another.

However, Fang Zhiyi suddenly took a step forward and raised the megaphone in his hand. "Ready!"

The uniform sound of guns cocking.

"Fire!"

Gunshots pierced the night sky. Bullets hit the zombies, knocking them back slightly. They looked up at the food in front of them. They had no thoughts, but they possessed the intuition of wild beasts and understood who the biggest threat was.

"Bring up the machine guns!" Yan Wushuang shouted. These two machine guns had always been stored in the police station and never used. Unexpectedly, they came in handy today.

As the firepower increased, under Fang Zhiyi's deliberate direction, the legs of the two zombies at the front were broken, and they fell to the ground. The remaining zombies actually began to feel fear and hesitated, backing away.

Yan Wushuang was pleasantly surprised. "Master, it really works!"

Fang Zhiyi patted him on the shoulder. "Nonsense. If they were ghosts, your guns might not work well. But what's the difference between these zombies and live targets? Keep a close eye on them; don't let them run away!"

"I guarantee they won't! We can send them to the arsenal to test weapon power!"

Fang Zhiyi looked at Yan Wushuang in surprise. This kid's ideas were even more unscrupulous than his own!

"Capture them all and pen them in. From now on, tell the outside world that Qingxi Town has a zombie exhibition! How many people do you think will come?" Fang Zhiyi turned and asked the townspeople.

The townspeople were stunned. A zombie exhibition? That sounded kind of interesting.

"If people come, they'll stay in inns. If they stay in inns, they'll eat. If they eat, they'll buy local specialties for their families. Which means..." Fang Zhiyi's voice was full of temptation.

"Hiss..." The crowd of townspeople sucked in a breath of cold air.