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Wei Ning sighed and said, "Then I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate. This method is extremely dangerous, and your lives are in your own hands. Think it over."
Zhang Long and his wife, along with Zhang Mao, discussed for a while, as if they had made up their minds. They said, "Master, we trust you. If Zhang Mao really dies, it is simply his fate; we cannot blame anyone."
Wei Ning nodded and replied, "However, with the Rooster King by my side, I can frighten the Demon God. At that time, the Monsters and Demons should not dare to approach. While I cannot guarantee absolute safety, I am confident there is a seventy percent chance of success."
Zhang Mao steeled himself and said, "Let's go for it. If I die, then so be it. Twenty years later, I'll be a good man again."
Zhang Mother’s eyes brimmed with tears as she quietly sobbed.
Following Wei Ning's instructions, Zhang Long arranged for the Spirit Platform to be set up. Wei Ning used crystals to stabilize the seven main pulse points in the room and then placed a light yellow flag at the door. Next, he arranged eight types of Ceremonial Vessels around the Crystal Coffin in an orderly manner, resembling a nine-grid layout from a distance. Each item was marked with different numbers from one to nine, but five was missing.
Wei Ning asked Zhang Long to lend him a pair of divination blocks—wooden pieces shaped like crescent moons, one flat and one convex. The two pieces represented yin and yang: one yin and one yang formed the "Holy Block," two yin formed the "Laughing Block," which indicated mockery, while two yang formed the "Angry Block."
Having bathed and burned incense, Wei Ning took out the divination blocks and called out loudly into thin air, "Is it possible to seal the coffin at midnight?" The blocks fell to the ground, landing on "Angry Blocks" seven times in a row until finally showing a "Holy Block" at the hour of Hai. Wei Ning nodded and told Zhang Long, "Let's wait until nine o'clock tonight."
Wei Ning examined Zhang Mao's wounds several times and noticed that in the black hole at the back of Zhang Mao's neck, worms were still crawling in and out. Zhang Mao's face had turned even paler, and he had scratched off more skin from his body. Wei Ning gently said, "You might not come back this time. Have you thought this through?"
Zhang Mao forced a smile and replied, "It's something that will happen sooner or later. I've been prepared for this. If I really don’t return, please tell my parents not to grieve too much."
Wei Ning sighed; by seniority, Zhang Mao could be considered his 'brother,' which was why Wei Ning was so dedicated to helping him. It was also a way to repay Zhang Niu's wife for her kindness in giving birth.
Time passed slowly in the stifling atmosphere of the room until the clock's minute hand pointed to nine. Wei Ning finally stood up and said, "Let’s begin."
Zhang Long's Wife nodded, feeling heartbroken at the thought of parting. She returned inside and cried alone.
Wei Ning pulled out a pill from his pocket and said, "This is a special poison made by Zhu You. It is extremely toxic. Think carefully; after I poison you, I will place you in this ice coffin. I can guarantee that your body will not decay for seven days. After you die today, it will be the perfect time for the Seven Days of Mourning. At that time, I will use Revival Incense to draw your soul back into your body. The corpse bacteria will die without a host, and with the low temperature in this ice coffin, they will naturally perish. When you return, you just need to take care of yourself, and after half a year, the root of your illness will be eliminated. This is undoubtedly the best option. However, if you do not return during the Seven Days of Mourning or if I fail to summon your soul, you may become a wandering spirit. You need to understand the implications of this."
At that moment, Zhang Mao didn't hesitate; he took the pill from Wei Ning's hand and swallowed it. He had long seen through this life that was worse than death.
After swallowing Wei Ning's poison, Zhang Mao suddenly began to convulse, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid until he rolled his eyes back and stopped breathing. Wei Ning was right beside him and shouted loudly, sealing Zhang Mao's seven orifices with Cinnabar. Fearing that Zhang Mao might fake his death, he also sealed his face with a Chen State Talisman before placing him in the coffin. Then he bit his middle finger and drew Zhu You's Corpse Controlling Pattern on the corner of the coffin, finally lighting incense and sealing the coffin, not daring to miss a single step.
Wei Ning let out a sigh of relief; it was actually his first time using such magic, so he felt somewhat apprehensive but forced himself to appear calm in front of Zhang Long and his wife.
For the next seven days, Zhang Long and his wife anxiously burned incense and prayed for Zhang Mao, hoping he would return on the night of resurrection. Wei Ning also prepared various yin-yang tools daily as time flew by until the night of Zhang Mao's resurrection arrived.
On that day, the couple from the Zhang family wore solemn expressions while Wei Ning was unusually tense. As night fell, they turned off the lights early and returned to their room, leaving only Wei Ning to guard the Spirit Platform. The flickering candlelight in the mourning hall combined with the white funeral items scattered throughout created an eerie atmosphere.
Wei Ning quietly waited for Zhang Mao's soul to return while burning paper offerings.
The night was silent when suddenly there was a sound like chains dragging on the ground. Wei Ning's heart jumped into his throat; it sounded faint like a mouse nibbling on food. He quietly set down the paper offerings and hid behind the coffin, whispering, "Azure Earth Bright, Yin Zhuo Yang Qing, open my spiritual eye; yin and yang are clear—open!" A beam of light shot from Wei Ning's Yin Eye, instantly transforming the entire world.
As Wei Ning scanned around, he couldn't help but curse under his breath: "Damn it! How did this Zhang Mao bring back such a ghostly presence!"
He saw Zhang Mao's soul in front of him with his head lowered and a sorrowful look in his eyes as he gazed at his own coffin. Behind him stood a strange ghost with green skin and sharp teeth, dressed entirely in green clothing, its form flickering in and out of visibility.
It is said that those who die wearing red clothes become Vengeful Spirits seeking revenge on their enemies. Thus, red-clothed ghosts are often considered terrifying. However, there is another type of ghost even more fearsome than those in red clothing: the Seizing Green Ghost... Legend has it that if someone harbors deep hatred but cannot take revenge, they can lie in a coffin beneath a corpse for forty-nine days without eating or drinking while absorbing corpse energy to transform into a half-human half-ghost known as a Seizing Green Ghost.
The Seizing Green Ghost is a being filled with immense resentment, born from a person who harbored deep hatred in life. This overwhelming grudge causes the blood to reverse course at the moment of death, transforming it into a green hue for forty-nine days. The body remains lifeless yet not decayed, becoming a corpse of demonic nature.
Wei Ning never expected that while ordinary souls might return with some minor disturbances, like the Bull-Headed Horse-Faced spirits and other Monsters and Demons, this Zhang Mao was exceptionally powerful. The Seven Days of Mourning could actually bring back such an Evil Spirit. This kind of Evil Spirit would likely make even Wang Tuozi think twice before approaching.
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