Faced with such a large-scale venue, Ning Caichen expressed that he had nothing to lose. He just kept eating the rice in his bowl, his thoughts drifting away.
"If Old Master Ren asks Ninth Uncle to move the grave, the first plot should be Mr. Zombie!”Ning Caichen sighed in his heart.
"I don't know how unlucky this Old Master Ren is. In many novels I read in my previous life, he was the first mini-boss to farm and drop treasures.”
"This Old Master Ren is wasting resources while he's alive, and he's being ridiculed even after he's dead. His life is really a tragedy!”Ning Caichen could not help but complain.
"Ding!"
" System Mission: 1. Eliminate Old Master Ren. Reward: System Treasure Chest x1. 2. Kill Old Master Ren. Reward: Energy Amethyst x1. 3. Kill Dong Xiaoyu. Reward: Five years of cultivation x1. 4. Kill Mandrill. Reward: Lightning Peachwood Sword x1.”
As if it had sensed Ning Caichen's ridicule, or perhaps it had received a hint of fate, the usually silent system suddenly issued a mission.
"Yes!"
"System, are you serious?"
Looking at the mission posted on the attribute panel, Ning Caichen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He was really a jinx. It was as if whatever he said came true.
"You're messing with my mentality!"
Ning Caichen looked at the rewards on the system panel and almost drooled. When he saw the third mission, he looked at Qiu Sheng with an apologetic look in his eyes.
"Sorry, brother!"
"For those five years of cultivation, I can only beat your girl to death!”
It was obvious that Ning Caichen, who appeared to be his brother, had designs on Dong Xiaoyu. If Qiu Sheng knew about this, he would probably go berserk!
"As the saying goes, brothers are like hands and feet, and women are like clothes. For the sake of your future Dao path, I have decided that I will personally send Dong Xiaoyu to the afterlife.”
Ning Caichen said silently in his heart, as if he had found the moral high ground. The trace of guilt in Ning Caichen's heart disappeared without a trace.
Qiu Sheng: " Get lost, superficial brother. I hope you'll get hemorrhoids within three days!"”
“……”
Ning Caichen felt more and more anxious when he saw the mission from the system. Although Mr. Zombie looked calm on the surface, the water behind him was not shallow at all.
Old Master Ren had been dead for less than twenty years. After moving the coffin out, his strength was close to jumping into a zombie state. If he still couldn't see the trick behind it, Ning Caichen might as well die.
In the cultivation world, zombies were generally divided into white zombies, black zombies, jumping zombies, yaksha, non-transforming bones, drought demons, and Hou zombies according to their strength.
If a corpse had a deep resentment before death, its soul would be uneasy after death. The corpse would change back to the lowest price of the undeads. The undeads had no corpse poison and could only jump. Their strength would be weaker than ordinary people.
If an undead was buried in a corpse raising ground, a layer of three-foot-long white hair would grow on the undead's body. At this time, the undead had corpse poison, which could absorb blood and increase its strength.
The white-haired corpse lived during the day and came out at night. It lived on the blood of livestock. After drinking the blood of livestock nine times, the white-haired corpse could absorb the essence of the sun and moon and return to the ground for three years.
The white-furred corpse would shed its white fur and grow black fur that was as hard as iron.
With this layer of black fur, most zombies of this realm would be immune to physical damage. Ordinary swords and sabers would not be able to damage them at all. It could be said that they were invulnerable.
Although the black corpse was invulnerable, there were things that could restrain it. Firstly, it was Daoist magic tools and talismans. Secondly, it was the essence of water and fire between heaven and earth.
As the saying goes, water and fire have no mercy. As the rebellious children of the earth, zombies were naturally close to the earth. Therefore, they were extremely afraid of the essence of water.
Secondly, zombies were the most Yin creatures in the world. Therefore, all the Yang creatures in the world had extraordinary lethality to the black zombie.
However, zombies could overcome these shortcomings. Once a zombie evolved into a flying yaksha, not only could it fly in the sky, but it could also control water.
In terms of life level, Yaksha could be compared to a Daoist Jindan Stage Earth Master, and Ye could be compared to a Buddhist Sitohanguo Stage.
As for the other zombies, they were not things that Ning Caichen could come into contact with at the moment, so he put them aside for the time being.
After lunch, Ninth Uncle gathered his three disciples together and arranged their daily tasks. Unknowingly, the sky had already darkened.
In the evening, the Four-Eyed Daoist bid farewell to Ninth Uncle and set off on the journey to escort the corpse. The bustling mortuary became much quieter after the Four-Eyed Daoist left.
After the Four-Eyed Daoist left, Wen Cai became very excited. He rummaged through the room, which puzzled Ninth Uncle.
"Wencai, what are you doing?" Ninth Uncle asked.”
"Master, this is my first time drinking western tea. I don't know what to wear!”
Wen Cai was in a dilemma. When he thought about how he was going to drink Western tea tomorrow, he actually struggled for a long time about what to wear.
"You can wear whatever you want tomorrow!”
"By the way, I remember that you have a new set of clothes.”Ninth Uncle saw that Wen Cai was in a dilemma and immediately asked.
"That's right! I can wear that dress!" Wen Cai then carefully took out a flowery dress from the cabinet and held it with both hands, as if he could see his own heroic bearing.
"Alright, stop being so smug. Hurry up and rest.”Ninth Uncle said.
Seeing Ninth Uncle speak, Wen Cai casually replied,"Master, I understand!"
Ning Caichen returned to his room, but he couldn't sleep.
"According to the plot, Old Master Ren is at least at the peak of the black zombie realm. It's a little troublesome!”
"I'm just an eighth rank Warlock. Even with the help of a cheat, if I were to face the black zombie directly, I'm afraid I'd be doomed!”
Ning Caichen lay on the bed, tossing and turning to make a comparison, carefully analyzing his own strengths and weaknesses, but came to an indisputable fact.
"In short, this battle is really difficult to handle!”
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