After Uncle Nine and the other two descended the mountain, Ren Weiyong looked at the two Black Zombies kneeling before him and waved his hand. "No need to kneel. Get up."
The two Black Zombies had little intelligence. Upon hearing Ren Weiyong's words, they rose stiffly to their feet.
"What are your names?" Ren Weiyong asked casually.
The two Black Zombies looked utterly bewildered, unable to understand what he meant. They possessed only the most basic beastlike instincts—fear, bloodlust, slaughter, submission—and little capacity for thought.
Ren Weiyong did not mind and casually gave them names. "You two will be called Big Black and Little Black."
"Thank you, King," the two Black Zombies replied dully.
Ren Weiyong walked across the grave mountain, with the two Black Zombies following closely behind. When they reached the previous Dragonfly Touching Water Acupoint, the burial site had already changed from a place of excellent feng shui into a ruined acupoint overflowing with Yin Qi and Baleful Energy. Other Feng Shui Masters could no longer bury the dead here, but for him, now that he was a zombie, it was the perfect lair.
Ren Weiyong used an earth-element spell to expand the three-foot-wide opening to one meter. The soil at the bottom was continuously compressed downward while the surrounding space steadily expanded, eventually forming an underground palace thirty meters deep and a hundred meters wide.
Within the underground palace, the walls and floor had been solidified and compacted. Even a Black Zombie's full-force attack could not leave the slightest mark on them.
A mound of earth also rose around the one-meter-wide entrance, shielding the underground palace from the blazing daytime sun. After all, they were zombies, a race that disliked sunlight. Even though Ren Weiyong no longer feared sunlight and could even absorb its power to