Unexpected Turn

Wencai carried Qiusheng on his back for less than half an hour before arriving at the Public Mortuary.

At this moment, the Public Mortuary felt somewhat desolate because there was no one else around.

This made the already gloomy Public Mortuary seem even more terrifying.

Of course, in Wencai's eyes, all of this was already a matter of habit.

He carried Qiusheng into the quiet room where Uncle Nine usually practiced, laid him gently on the floor, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and panted in a low voice.

"Ouch, that wore me out. I don't know what's gotten into Master, making me carry Qiusheng back to the Public Mortuary all by myself. It really exhausted me."

After Wencai finished grumbling, he prepared to return to his own bed to rest, but when he looked at Qiusheng, who was lying on the floor in a coma, he suddenly remembered his master's previous instructions. Helpless, he could only lie down to rest in his master's practice room.

Barely half a joss stick's time had passed when thunderous snoring began to sound beside Qiusheng.

It was Wencai, that kid, who had fallen asleep directly on the floor, muttering as he slept with drool running down the corner of his mouth.

"Chicken legs are delicious, Master, I want to eat."

What neither of the fellow apprentices noticed was that the moment one fell into a coma and the other into a deep sleep, a silent figure appeared outside the door of the practice room.

The figure stood at the doorway for a long while before finally departing in silence.

Inside the main hall of the Public Mortuary where the coffin of Ren Weiyong was kept, the mysterious figure looked at the coffin covered in Ink Marker lines, and cold, indifferent words slowly echoed.

"Ren Weiyong, back then you seized my burial plot, causing my efforts to fall short of success, and in the end, I could not ascend to the heavens in one step."

"Today, I shall make all your blood relatives fall into the path of the corpse, never to be reincarnated!"

As soon as the person finished speaking, they reached out and wiped away the Ink Marker lines on the coffin bit by bit.

Just as the person's palm touched the Ink Marker lines, a golden light suddenly exploded, as if trying to repel the person's hand directly.

Unfortunately, while the Taoist arts are high, the demonic arts are higher; despite the brilliance of the golden light, it was still directly erased by that large hand.

"Hmph, Lin Jiu, you are indeed one of the most outstanding disciples of the Maoshan sect in the last hundred years, but these methods of yours are ultimately useless to me!"

In a low voice, the Ink Marker lines used to suppress the corpse of Old Master Ren and prevent it from breaking out were all wiped away, and the figure quietly vanished from the spot.

All of this happened silently; the figure came and went in a hurry, leaving no trace behind in the Public Mortuary!

Just after the figure left, about half a joss stick's time later, a loud boom erupted as the coffin containing Ren Weiyong exploded, turning into wood shavings that filled the air.

Amidst the flying wood shavings, a corpse wearing a Bird-Patterned Robe stood in place. After letting out a low growl from its throat, it hopped toward the quiet practice room where Wencai and Qiusheng were located.

However, just as it prepared to break through the door, a Bagua Diagram suddenly rose from within the quiet room. The majestic aura of the Taoist arts deterred the corpse, making it dare not take another step forward, forcing it to retreat silently.

Neither Qiusheng nor Wencai noticed any of this.

The two of them, one in a coma and the other in a deep sleep, were not even disturbed by the massive commotion of Ren Weiyong's emergence.

It was fortunate that they weren't disturbed; otherwise, given Qiusheng's current severely injured state and Wencai's uselessness, the two of them combined would likely only be enough to serve as a snack for this corpse.

The corpse left, heading to an unknown destination, while the two in the quiet room remained fast asleep. However, one can imagine that when they wake up and see the changes that have occurred in the Public Mortuary, the expressions on their faces will surely be quite spectacular.

Time passed slowly. In the blink of an eye, the sky turned completely dark. A groggy Wencai slowly stretched, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and wandered out of the quiet room in a daze.

Wencai wandered around the Public Mortuary, grabbed some food to fill his stomach, and was just about to return to the quiet room to shake Qiusheng awake and ask if he wanted to eat something when he suddenly caught sight of the debris from Ren Weiyong's exploded coffin, and was instantly shocked.

"Qiusheng, Qiusheng, it's bad! Old Master Ren has turned into a zombie!"

The loud shouting woke Qiusheng, who was still in a coma. He slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Wencai, who had rushed to his side in a panic, he said in a hoarse voice.

"Don't panic, tell me slowly, what exactly happened?"

"Senior Brother, Old Master Ren's coffin exploded, and the body is gone!"

Wencai stared intently at Qiusheng and said directly.

As soon as these words left his mouth, Qiusheng's expression changed, and he shouted angrily.

"How is that possible? That coffin was clearly covered in Ink Marker lines by us; how could it possibly get out?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Under the agitation, Qiusheng seemed to have aggravated his injuries. He coughed violently and then said to Wencai.

"Where is Master? Is he not in the Public Mortuary right now?"

"Master is not here. Ever since that incident at noon, he took Four Eyes out, and they haven't returned yet."

"Then go find Master now and tell him what happened in the Public Mortuary. Hurry, you must be fast, otherwise, the entire Ren Family Town will be in big trouble."

Qiusheng grabbed Wencai's hand and instructed him.

After hearing his senior brother's words, Wencai hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in agreement.

"Senior Brother, I understand. I expect Master and the others are still at the Ren residence. I will head to the Ren Mansion now."

After these words, Wencai did not delay. He tidied up a bit, hung a Bagua Mirror on his chest and back, stuffed plenty of Zombie-Suppressing Talismans and Evil-Warding Talismans into his pockets, and left the Public Mortuary.

As for Qiusheng, left alone in the quiet room, he found some food to fill his stomach and then began to think of ways to recover from his injuries.

Most of the injuries on his body now were external wounds caused by the power of thunder, which did not affect him much.

The only real source of his discomfort was the wisps of yin energy that the White-Robed Ghost had driven into his body.

Of course, solving this problem was not actually difficult.

After all, he was a practitioner with a cultivation base that had reached the level of an Occult Master, which could be considered a modest achievement in his training.

It would take him at most ten days to half a month to purge these traces of yin energy from his body.

But the situation was urgent now; who knew what kind of havoc Old Master Ren would wreak in ten days or half a month, or whether Ren Tingting would perish at its hands by then.