Not Hitting the South Wall, Won't Turn Back

"Master Ren, this matter is truly troublesome. If I don't explain, it could lead to a major disaster. And since it concerns your family..." Hearing this, Master Ren glanced at Ren Tingting beside him before finally nodding and saying, "Fine! All of you, withdraw for now!" The servants around heard this and turned to leave, leaving only Ren Tingting and Awei behind. "Alright, Uncle Jiu, you can speak now!" Uncle Jiu nodded and said, "Master Ren, although I don't know how this Dragonfly Water Point Grave Site came to be, the person who arranged your father's burial had ill intentions. The so-called dragonfly skimming water requires contact with water to count as such, but yours is a Cement Cap, not touching a drop of water—this grave site is completely ruined."

At these words, Master Ren's face turned extremely grim, and he said coldly, "Hmph! That bastard really did have a problem. I always wondered why he would kindly arrange my father's funeral back then. So he was scheming against the Ren family all along. No wonder our business has been getting worse these years." Hearing this, Zhang Chulan suddenly spoke up, "Master Ren, you're quite carefree. This Dragonfly Water Point Grave Site was likely snatched from that Feng Shui Master, wasn't it? You dared to let the very Feng Shui Master you robbed build the tomb for you—you're really bold. And afterward, you didn't even have anyone else check it. How much did you trust that guy! You even followed his advice to relocate the grave now. Didn't it ever occur to you that something was wrong?"

At this, Master Ren was startled and looked at the two, saying, "Uncle Jiu, is there another problem with my father's grave besides this?" Uncle Jiu nodded solemnly and said, "Master Ren, once your father's corpse is unearthed, I advise against opening the coffin. Cremate it on the spot!" Master Ren immediately objected, shaking his head, "No, absolutely not, Uncle Jiu. I won't agree to that. My father feared fire in life; I cannot cremate him. Don't even think about it." Zhang Chulan let out a cold laugh and said, "Heh, no cremation? Fine, no cremation. Then soon enough, we'll be cremating your whole family together!"

At this, Awei immediately drew his pistol and pointed it at Zhang Chulan, saying, "Kid, you've got some nerve, threatening my uncle!" Zhang Chulan's eyes flashed with lightning. "Ah..." Awei cried out in pain, his right hand already charred black. Zhang Chulan said coldly, "Next time, don't point that thing at me. I might accidentally fire it." Then, looking at Uncle Jiu, he continued, "Uncle Jiu, you don't need to cover for him anymore. You're afraid the Ren family will be ostracized by the town if this gets out. But the problem is bigger now. That thing inside is a Flying Zombie. If things go wrong, the whole town could become a dead town! If you won't speak, I will. Master Ren, you want to know the reason? Your father was tampered with by that Feng Shui Master, turned into a zombie using this Dragonfly Water Point Grave Site. And due to some unknown cause, he's become a Flying Zombie capable of soaring through the sky. Once this thing emerges, it will slaughter for a thousand li, leaving no one alive. That's why Uncle Jiu suggested you burn it quickly. But I'll warn you: before the coffin is opened after digging it up, there's still a chance to incinerate it. However, once the coffin is opened, it will come into contact with human qi—especially you two direct descendants—and it will surely rise. What happens then is beyond our control. After all, this is a Flying Zombie. Unless a Celestial Master-level expert intervenes, killing it will be very difficult. That means you could all die here!"

At these words, Ren Tingting could no longer hold back. She retorted directly, "Are you two just after money? Stop scaremongering here. Zombies? I've never heard of such things. Do you even know what science is?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan looked at Ren Tingting like she was an idiot and said:

"Heh, science—I know what science means better than you do. Anything that can be explained is called science. Anyway, believe it or not, Master Ren, we're just here to give you a heads-up. If you don't listen to our advice, we can't guarantee your safety for what happens next. We're telling you in advance! If something does go wrong in the end, don't blame us for not warning you."

Master Ren frowned upon hearing this and said:

"This matter is none of your concern. Just arrange my father's grave relocation properly!"

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan gave Master Ren a long, hard look, then said:

"Uncle Jiu, let's go. Over there, prepare to open the coffin."

Uncle Jiu nodded helplessly, then walked back and said:

"Chulan, why didn't you try to persuade him a bit more...?"

Zhang Chulan gave a bitter smile and said:

"Uncle Jiu, good words are wasted on the damned, and compassion doesn't save those who cut off their own path! We've said everything we needed to say. Besides, that Master Ren is clearly a greedy man who values wealth above all else. He obviously wants to move his father to a decent—or even better—grave site to keep blessing his descendants. So no matter how much we try to talk sense into him, it's pointless. From here on, it's best to just let it go."

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu just sighed and gave a slight nod.

"Ah! Oh well, you're right."

Zhang Chulan smiled and said:

"Uncle Jiu, I know what you're thinking, but sometimes, people won't shed tears until they see the coffin, and won't turn back until they hit the wall! We've said more than enough. Any more, and we'd be making enemies out of them. You know, Uncle Jiu, I've actually been pretending all this time. My grandfather told me that if we, as outliers, are too good, others will isolate us or even suppress us. If we're too weak, others will bully us. Only by being about the same as them can we avoid trouble. So all these years, I've been pretending, afraid of anything happening. But even after all that pretending, I've come to see something: people don't need to be too hung up on things. Isn't it better to live with a bit of clarity? Let's go, Uncle Jiu. If we can save them later, we will. If we can't, then so be it. After all, it's the path they chose themselves. We can't interfere, can we?"

Soon, at Uncle Jiu's command, the coffin was brought out.

At that moment, Master Ren and his group walked over.

"Master Ren, are you sure you want to open the coffin?"

Master Ren glanced at Uncle Jiu with slight displeasure and said:

"Open it. I want to see my father!"

Then, several people nearby stepped forward and began pulling out the coffin nails. Before long, the coffin was fully opened.

As the coffin opened, a surge of black energy shot straight into the sky.

The sky, which had been clear moments before, began to gather dark clouds.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhen's face instantly darkened.

"Can't take a hint? Get lost!!!"

With Jiang Zhen's shout, the gathered clouds instantly scattered. Everyone stared at Jiang Zhen in shock.

But Jiang Zhen said nothing and simply walked over.

At that moment, Master Ren also leaned in. But just as he leaned over and took a look at his father, about to speak—

Suddenly, Old Master Ren's eyes snapped open, and the nails on his hands grew long in an instant.

He grabbed Master Ren.

"Ahhh..."

The ordinary people who saw this let out terrified screams, then turned and ran, abandoning everything.

As for Ren Tingting, she was so frightened she let out a shriek and fainted.