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My father's words sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't shake off a bad feeling that crept into my heart.
But this was definitely not the end of the world; the problem must lie with the Back Mountain Graveyard.
Yang Yi, with his mastery of Maoshan Techniques, looked down upon others. Since he controlled such a large group of Walking Dead heading towards the Back Mountain Graveyard, he must have had a purpose.
If he had no ulterior motives, why would he go to such great lengths?
I couldn't figure it out, but seeing how unusual the sky looked outside made it hard for me to eat in peace.
After finishing my meal, I decided to call Gu Chen again.
To my relief, he finally answered my call this time.
Once connected, he first asked if the Taihang Journey had gone smoothly.
I didn't go into detail; I simply said it was uneventful. As for the items I needed, I had already found them all. Then I recounted the changes in the village and what I had witnessed last night.
After I finished speaking, I heard what seemed like a cold snort from the other end of the line.
After a moment of silence, Gu Chen spoke eight words to me: "The feng shui is ruined; there will be no peace."
His words weighed heavily on my heart, and I quickly asked over the phone, "Master, what does that mean?"
"Ah..."
Gu Chen sighed on the line, sounding somewhat regretful as he said, "I never expected that someone like Yang Yi would emerge from the Yang Family. Such malicious methods—this could endanger the lives of everyone in the village."
The more he spoke, the worse my expression became. My hand gripping the phone was drenched in sweat as I awaited his next words.
After a slight sigh, he finally said, “Yang Yi’s method is called 'Corpse Control.' Those Walking Dead are of no concern; they are merely being manipulated to serve as laborers.”
I quickly asked, “Master, what about that Jumping Zombie? And those Walking Dead have all pierced a hole in the graves with bamboo sticks, and it's quite deep. What is the purpose of this?”
On the other end of the line, Gu Chen replied calmly, “The key lies here. The so-called 'Corpse Control' involves driving those bamboo sticks deep into each grave. Of course, the bamboo must be treated beforehand, meaning it is hollow. Then, the controlled Jumping Zombie blows a breath of foul air—corpse qi—into each bamboo stick. This corpse qi enters the tombs, not only disrupting the original feng shui but also preventing the deceased from resting in peace. If the ancestors cannot find peace, how can their descendants expect to live well?”
After a brief pause, he continued, “If this matter is not dealt with promptly, your village will soon become a living hell—every household draped in white, every family facing misfortune.”
“What... what should we do?”
I was stunned by Gu Chen’s words and struggled to find my voice. After a long moment of silence, I finally said anxiously, “Master, you must come back to help me!”
The line fell silent, and my heart raced with anxiety; this was about the lives of everyone in the village—it was not something I could afford to be calm about.
Moreover, Yang Yi’s actions were clearly motivated by my presence.
But this time, his revenge seemed excessively cruel.
“I cannot go.”
After a long silence, Gu Chen answered softly.
Upon hearing this, I froze instantly, as if plunged into an ice cave, my face turning pale.
I was no match for Yang Yi at all. If Gu Chen didn't come, it would mean that the lives of everyone in the village would be sacrificed.
But then Gu Chen said again, "You can call Mao Guoxue. His presence alone is enough."
"Right, I can call Mao Guoxue for help!" Gu Chen's words instantly excited me.
All this time, I had only been thinking about Gu Chen, but I had completely forgotten about Mao Guoxue.
Mao Guoxue was also part of the Taoist Nine Meridians. His skills, whether in Maoshan Techniques or his own abilities, were on par with Yang Yi. If he could come to help, he would surely be able to resolve this crisis.
I quickly replied, "Thank you for the reminder, Master. I understand."
Gu Chen lightly acknowledged my response over the phone. I took a deep breath to calm myself and then asked, "Where are you and Uncle Zhou right now?"
"You don't need to ask where I am. Just take care of yourself, learn more, and do more. Even if someone helps you, make sure to learn something from it."
"Yes, Master, I understand. Please take care of yourselves as well."
"If there's nothing else, then let's leave it at that."
With that, Gu Chen hung up the phone.
I felt a slight warmth in my heart; how could I not understand the meaning behind Gu Chen's words?
After hanging up with Gu Chen, I immediately dialed Mao Shiba's number. After several attempts, Mao Shiba finally picked up.
I then explained the seriousness of the situation here and mentioned that I needed to ask Mao Guoxue for help.
Throughout the conversation, Mao Shiba remained silent, only responding with a detached tone after I finished speaking, saying, "Understood." Then he hung up the phone.
I felt a bit puzzled about what was going on with Mao Shiba. He seemed a bit off, but since he agreed to notify Mao Guoxue, I felt somewhat reassured.
Next, I was troubled by the situation with Dashun. Given the circumstances in the village, it was likely that Dashun would fake his death again tonight. What should I do?
Ultimately, I decided to make a trip to the City first. The weather outside was clear and bright, creating a stark contrast to our village, which only deepened my concern.
Once I arrived in the City, I went straight to find Tang Yuxuan and Liu Man.
When Liu Man saw me, she looked surprised and said, "What are you doing here again?"
I replied, "If you hadn't insisted on bringing Dashun's body over, would I have followed you here?"
Liu Man seemed at a loss for words and asked, "Is there really such a thing as zombies in this world?"
Tang Yuxuan scoffed at her remark and said, "Zombies? Does that mean ghosts exist too?"
I didn't respond, but it was undeniable that there were indeed ghosts in this world.
However, even if I said so now, they probably wouldn't believe me.
Then Tang Yuxuan left without a word, ignoring me completely.
Only Liu Man noticed my serious expression and looked at me with concern, stealing one last glance as she walked away.
Seeing them about to leave, I felt a surge of urgency and hurried after them, asking Liu Man where Dashun's body was.
She told me it was in the Autopsy Room and that the autopsy would take place that night after the necessary procedures were completed.
"Tonight," I said, my face growing even darker.
Liu Man noticed my reaction and asked, "Yes, tonight. Is there a problem?"
I sighed deeply and replied, "I'm just afraid that once night falls, he might rise from the dead."
Upon hearing this, Liu Man smiled slightly but still seemed unconcerned.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness; people are like that—only believing in warnings when it's too late, waiting for something to happen before taking my words seriously.
But by then, it was already too late; lives had already been lost.
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