"Lin Sir, there's nothing wrong with your Taoist arts. The problem is the medium."
Li Dan pointed at several empty bottles scattered nearby, their labels bearing chemical formulas.
"These zombies were injected with large quantities of chemical preservatives, otherwise known as 'dulling agent.'"
"These chemicals sealed their meridians and corpse energy, while also giving them a strange insulating resistance to traditional Taoist arts. Simply put, these are biochemical zombies. We need scientific methods to deal with them."
"Science?" Uncle Feng froze, then realization dawned on him. "Dulling agent... how could I have forgotten that stubborn old fool!"
Meanwhile, the two zombies showed no interest in fighting on. They seemed to sense something and frantically smashed through the warehouse wall, charging toward the bustling streets outside.
"They're going to find the little one!" Leon adjusted his sunglasses as the antenna on the radio in his hand spun wildly. "A family's got to stay together!"
"After them!" Uncle Feng gritted his teeth. "But before we give chase, I need to stop somewhere and get help!"
Kowloon, Jishi Hall herbal medicine shop.
The shop stood on an old street, every inch of it bearing the marks of time.
The medicine cabinets gave off a faint herbal fragrance. Behind the counter stood a middle-aged man in a gray changshan and reading glasses, weighing out herbs on a small balance scale.
His movements were practiced, his expression focused. His quietly commanding presence was almost identical to Uncle Feng's.
Creeeak—
The shop door swung open, and Uncle Feng rushed inside with a whole crowd in tow.
Dr. Lam looked up from the herbs he was measuring and peered at the newcomers over the rims of his reading glasses.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Uncle Feng looked at Dr. Lam.
Dr. Lam looked