Uncle Nine and Qiu Sheng came over. Uncle Nine turned to Qiu Sheng and said, "See? I told you I was right. Did you forget what your martial uncle said? Your junior brother can withstand a Jumping Corpse head-on with his physical body. A newly formed Corpse Walker like this is nothing."
A-Wei came in as well and shouted, "What are you doing? Trying to break someone out of jail?"
"Why don't you ask your uncle whether we're trying to break someone out?" Yang Xuan said to A-Wei with a grin.
"How could that be? My uncle already—" A-Wei stopped halfway when he saw Master Ren hanging on the rack. Terrified, he immediately drew his gun. "Oh, my mother!"
"How did this happen?" A-Wei asked fearfully.
"Hmph. I told you I didn't kill him, but you refused to believe me. I figure Master Ren was killed by Ren Ren. Newly formed zombies, especially powerful ones, all need to suck the blood of a close relative. After doing so, they'll become even stronger. We need to hurry to Ren Tingting, or she'll be in danger," Uncle Nine said urgently.
"What? My cousin's in danger? Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" A-Wei urged.
"Master, what do we do with that?" Qiu Sheng pointed at Master Ren, who was still baring his fangs and clawing wildly.
"How about tying him up first and locking him in the cell? We can ask Tingting what she thinks afterward. After all, he's her father, so we should hear her opinion," Yang Xuan said reasonably.
After Yang Xuan wrapped Master Ren up like a rice dumpling and locked him in the cell, the group rushed to the Ren residence.
"Master, if you don't come soon, we're all going to die!" Wen Cai wailed inside the villa as he dodged Ren Ren. "Tingting, run! I can't hold your grandfather back!"
By the time Yang Xuan and the others arrived from the jail and charged into the villa, they saw a zombie dressed in a Qing Dynasty official's uniform hopping after Wen Cai. When Wen Cai saw them, he cleverly ran behind Uncle Nine and hid.
"Master, now I can finally show you the might of my National Arts," Yang Xuan said proudly. After all, he was a Grandmaster. He usually did not feel anything special, but when he activated the power of his qi and blood, his entire body erupted with an awe-inspiring aura.
Yang Xuan wanted to put on a good display. He had previously wanted to teach Uncle Nine National Arts, since reaching a profound level would naturally extend one's lifespan. Unfortunately, Uncle Nine had stubbornly refused to learn. Uncle Nine was too proud and did not want to learn his disciple's abilities. So Yang Xuan had to show him the power of National Arts. Only then would Uncle Nine want to learn.
Yang Xuan had fought a Jumping Corpse before, so he knew how astonishing its resistance to blows was.
Yang Xuan's qi and blood surged. Using Baji Quan: Six Elbows, he slammed an elbow into Master Ren. Master Ren was blasted five or six meters away, but did not fall. Oh, not bad. He's much stronger than that Jumping Corpse last time. Master was right. If Master Ren absorbs Ren Tingting's blood as well, he'll become even stronger.
Heh, this physical body really is powerful. My strength has increased lately too. Take this punch!
Yang Xuan shouted and charged forward with an elbow strike. The instant Master Ren was blasted away, Yang Xuan stepped in close to the zombie, blocking its stiff arms with his left hand while his right fist rained blows onto its face and body. Straight punches, chopping punches, elbow strikes—at first, he followed the forms of Baji Quan, but by the end, he moved entirely according to instinct, using whatever technique came to mind.
A-Wei, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai stared fixedly at Yang Xuan and swallowed at the same time.
"Master, when junior brother first arrived, Wen Cai and I put on airs as his seniors. Junior brother shouldn't hold a grudge, right?" Qiu Sheng asked nervously.
"Relax. A-Xuan is very broad-minded. Besides, hasn't A-Xuan always treated you two pretty well?" Uncle Nine answered without hesitation.
"He may be powerful, but can he really withstand a gun?" A-Wei said unwillingly when he saw the worshipful look on his cousin's face.
"I remember A-Xuan saying that at his level, if someone aimed a gun at him, he'd sense it and they wouldn't be able to aim properly. Besides, A-Xuan is so fast—whether they can hit him is another matter," Uncle Nine said disdainfully.
Yang Xuan dragged Master Ren over and asked, "Master, what should we do with him? He's practically fallen apart."
Everyone looked at the zombie, whose hands and feet were broken. It could no longer stand, yet still tried to get up. All they could think was, How pitiful.
"Tingting, your father has also become a zombie. I suggest burning both your father and grandfather. Otherwise, if they escape, many people will die. And since you're their closest relative, they'll definitely come after you first," Uncle Nine said solemnly.
"I want to see my father," Tingting said, utterly heartbroken. Clearly, the father and daughter had shared a deep bond.
Everyone brought Master Ren and entered the jail.
"Dad, Dad, look at me! I'm Tingting!" Ren Tingting stared in disbelief at her father as he tried to bite her.
"Uncle Nine, I know you're a highly capable senior expert. Is there any way to turn my father back? I'd be willing to give up my entire fortune!" Ren Tingting suddenly knelt before Uncle Nine.
Who would have thought that this merchant, who reeked of money and had even threatened the Feng Shui Master, could have such a deep bond with his daughter? Uncle Nine thought for a moment, then helped Ren Tingting up. "Tingting, once someone becomes a zombie, there's no way to turn them back. Since ancient times, I've never heard of anyone becoming a zombie and returning to normal. But one thing is certain: your father's soul is still trapped inside his body. Only after cremation will it be able to escape and reincarnate." Looking at Ren Tingting, who was crying her eyes out, Uncle Nine could only let out a long sigh. There was nothing else he could do.
Yang Xuan walked over to Ren Tingting. Looking at the helpless, bewildered girl, he found himself unable to offer any words of comfort.
"Tingting, your father is already dead. Let him die in peace and reincarnate as soon as possible," Yang Xuan said as he used the Bewitching Soul Grand Technique.
Of course, he was not trying to bewitch Ren Tingting. He only wanted her to think about the matter more rationally.
Tingting slowly stopped her tears and looked at Uncle Nine. "Uncle Nine, could you preside over the cremation of my father and grandfather? And could you also perform a rite to send them off?"
"That won't be a problem. Don't wait for an auspicious day—let's do it today. We'll find a secluded place," Uncle Nine replied.
Because he often patrolled the area and knew the surroundings well, A-Wei said, "How about going to the graveyard? We could burn them there for several hours without disturbing anyone."
After discussing it, Ren Tingting made the final decision: they would burn them beside her grandfather's grave and fill in the Dragonfly Skimming Water Fengshui Spot while they were there, so it could not harm anyone in the future.
The group made their way to the cemetery in force.
"Master, I think Feng Shui may be useful, but the people of this generation still need to work hard themselves, don't you agree?" Yang Xuan said with a sigh.
"Of course. The blessings left by one's ancestors are limited. Once they're used up, they're gone. But if you combine the ancestors' blessings with your own hard work, things will definitely keep getting better," Uncle Nine said firmly.
As they spoke, everyone had already gathered a large amount of wood and dead weeds. They piled them up, and Yang Xuan poured the kerosene they had brought over the pile. He thoroughly soaked Master Ren and Master Ren's corpses, as well as the wood, in kerosene.
"Tingting, if this is too much, let us do it," Yang Xuan said as he looked at the slightly frail, sobbing Tingting. She had insisted on cremating her father and grandfather herself.
In the end, Tingting forced down her grief and set the fire herself. It started small, then grew larger and larger, gradually swallowing the bodies of the father and son. At the same time, Uncle Nine began performing a rite to send them off.
Ren Tingting knelt before the fire, her face filled with grief. These two were her closest relatives. She no longer had any family left in this world—only herself.
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