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Wei Ning suddenly said, "Show me your saliva and semen."
Zhang Mao was instantly taken aback, hesitating to speak. Saliva was easy enough, but semen...
Wei Ning continued, "At this point, what is there to be embarrassed about? Saliva and semen contain the essence of one's spirit, which is a person's Vitality. Only by examining these can I accurately determine how much Yang energy you have left at this moment."
Zhang Long urged anxiously, "Kid, we're already at this stage, what’s there to be shy about?"
With a flushed face, Zhang Mao said, "Then you all step outside for a moment."
After a short while, Zhang Mao's voice came from inside the cave, calling Wei Ning and the others to come in. Wei Ning glanced at Zhang Mao's saliva and saw that it was thick and yellowish, resembling a clump of snot that hadn't been wiped clean. He frowned and remarked, "There's a saying: 'White phlegm is light, green phlegm is heavy; if you cough up yellow phlegm, it could cost you your life.' I believe you understand now."
Wei Ning took a look at Zhang Mao's semen and sighed. "Essence is material; it represents a person's spirit and life force. I was worried that this female ghost would absorb your essence during your union. Skinning you alive is merely an external injury; at worst, you could switch to another body. But if your essence leaks out, even divine beings may find it difficult to save you."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Long turned pale with fear and pleaded, "Divine being, please save my son! You must have a way, right?"
Wei Ning replied, "There is indeed a method."
Without waiting for Wei Ning to finish, Zhang Long immediately bowed repeatedly in gratitude. "Thank you, divine being! Thank you!"
Wei Ning added, "However, my method is extremely dangerous. If it fails, Zhang Mao's soul may separate from his body and he will never return to the mortal realm. You must think this through."
Zhang Mao forced a bitter smile and said, "Since it has come to this point, sir, I will treat my dead horse as if it were alive. If my fate has determined that I must face calamity, then so be it. Whether I live or die in this life or the next, I will be grateful to you."
Wei Ning nodded and said, "To save Zhang Mao, two items are needed: an ice coffin and the Rooster King—both are essential."
Zhang Long frowned and said, "This ice coffin is easy to get; there’s a funeral home in the Provincial Capital where I can rent one. It’s just a matter of money. But where are we going to find the Rooster King?"
Wei Ning replied, "Is there a large chicken farm nearby? If so, we can go take a look and try our luck. Success depends on human effort, but it also relies on whether Brother Zhang has good fortune."
At that moment, Zhang Long and Zhao Shun, along with a few others, carried Zhang Mao back home. When Zhang Long's wife saw Zhang Mao, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken. However, as Wei Ning had instructed, no one was allowed to touch Zhang Mao, so Zhang Mao's mother dared not clean him.
The next morning, Zhang Long called Wei Ning to join him in searching for the Rooster King. Last night, Zhang Long had spent the entire night making phone calls and had nearly contacted all the chicken farms in the province.
Zhang Long rented a car and visited several chicken farms. However, Wei Ning only took a quick look before shaking his head and leaving. It wasn't until the afternoon, after visiting four or five farms, that Wei Ning finally lingered at one particular chicken farm.
After watching for a long time, Wei Ning nodded at Zhang Long and said, "Do you see that? That’s the Rooster King."
Zhang Long followed Wei Ning's gaze and saw a chicken no bigger than a fist. Its feathers were completely gone, and it trembled in the corner as if it could die at any moment.
Zhang Long asked skeptically, "Mr. Wei, are you sure you’re not mistaken? It doesn’t look like it at all."
"Take another careful look."
At that moment, it was feeding time for the chickens. Wei Ning said, "Watch closely."
The caretaker scattered feed across the chicken farm, but all the chickens hesitated to eat. Only that particular chicken began nodding its head repeatedly—over three hundred times—before it started pecking at the food. After it began eating, all the other chickens finally started pecking at the feed as well.
At this point, both Zhang Long and Wei Ning smiled knowingly. Zhang Long approached the chicken farm's boss and asked, "Do you sell this chicken?"
"Of course! Why wouldn’t I sell it?" The boss of the chicken farm had always thought this chicken was too small to sell; now that someone was interested in buying it, he was more than willing to agree. After some haggling over the price, Zhang Long managed to buy the chicken at an incredibly low cost.
After returning home, Zhao Shun had already rented the Crystal Coffin, and Zhang Long's wife was anxiously waiting for news from Wei Ning.
Wei Ning glanced at the Crystal Coffin and said, "We have both items now, which is good. Let's get started, but before we do, I need to clarify the stakes involved."
"Zhang Mao is already critically ill; both his vitality and essence have been severely depleted. He is barely clinging to life with just a breath of anger—what I intend to do is cut off that last breath."
"Ah!" Upon hearing Wei Ning's words, Zhang Long and his wife were taken aback and exclaimed, "Does that mean our Mao will..."
"That's right, Zhang Mao will die," Wei Ning confirmed with a nod. "However, at the moment of his passing, I will seal that last breath within his body and use our Zhu You technique to transform him into a Zombie."
"And then?" Zhang Long asked eagerly.
"Then we will set up a spirit hall for Zhang Mao, but it will be a wake without burial. We will wait until Zhang Mao returns to his senses."
Wei Ning continued, "The day of a person's return varies; some return after seven days, others after fourteen days, and some even after forty-nine days. This is why we have terms like Seven Days of Mourning, two sevens, five sevens, and so on. However, we can still calculate based on the deceased's birth year and month."
"A person has Three Souls and Seven Spirits. At death, the soul leaves the body; the soul ascends while the spirit descends. However, there is always a certain distance from the body when they leave. We can generally estimate this based on the time of death. For example, if someone dies on a Jiazi day, their spirit enters the earth at a depth of eighteen feet, meaning they will return after eighteen days. If it’s a Ren Yin day, they will return thirteen days after death. Thus, before the soul returns, its essence remains while its spirit enters the ground."
Wei Ning added, "Once we determine Zhang Mao's return date, things will become much easier. The return of the soul is also called 'meeting calamity' because on the night of their return, the deceased's spirit will inevitably bring along ominous energies. Therefore, when Zhang Mao returns, you must keep all doors and windows shut; under no circumstances should you go outside. Otherwise, you may encounter misfortune—at best falling seriously ill and at worst... well, that night will undoubtedly be extremely perilous."
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