Master Jingyuan's white beard filled the entire screen. Lin Xi moved her phone away a little. "It's just a little zombie, you can't beat it?"
"Little zombie! Junior grandmaster, look at that pile behind you! It's all zombies!!"
Master Jingyuan raised his phone, and countless zombies appeared on the screen, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Lin Xi's lips twitched. "Old man, did you disturb a zombie abode?"
"I just arrived at this place, and a huge bunch of zombies surrounded me."
"Ouch! Don't bite my butt, Yunyan, quick, quick, pull this black zombie away."
Master Jingyuan cursed, "If I had known there were so many zombies in Wuling County, I would never have come. Yunyan, that big liar, has ruined my old bones by making me fight zombies."
Lin Xi said calmly, "Although there are many of these zombies, they are all low-level white and black zombies. If you put in the effort, you can definitely defeat them."
The white-bearded old man had time to make a video call and cry, claiming he had the ability to deal with these zombies, and that there must be a conspiracy behind calling her over.
As Master Jingyuan fled, he said, “Little Grandmaster, you don’t know this. So many zombies surrounding this place means there is an extremely yin place nearby, and a zombie king may be hiding here.”
Those at the level of Flying Zombie or higher are called Zombie Kings. They have cultivated for at least a thousand years, can fly, run, and jump, are agile, and are very difficult to catch.
Lin Xi turned serious and carefully observed the zombies on the screen. They seemed to be organized, with the white and black zombies working together to pull down Master Jingyuan's pants.
"Damn zombie, my pants! My pants!!"
Master Jingyuan's outer trousers were torn, revealing his red underwear. He pressed his buttocks down tightly, saying, "Little Grandmaster, close your eyes, don't look."
Lin Xi was speechless. "I've already seen it. It's your birth year, old man."
Master Jingyuan was exasperated. “So what if it’s my birth year? Everyone has their birth year, even a sixty-year-old man. I just like wearing red!”
"Stop talking nonsense." Lin Xi ordered, "Old man, give the phone back to Yun Yan. You hurry up and kill a few more zombies. I'll go over after I finish my divination."
"Fortune telling?" Master Jingyuan shouted, "You're on fire and you're still telling fortunes? Come here, little grandmaster."
Lin Xi turned down her voice, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm not going. You can fight the zombies by yourself."
The old man was full of energy and had a loud voice. He wouldn't die if he went later. Let him get some exercise so he wouldn't keep having bad ideas.
Sixty years old is the age to take risks.
Master Jingyuan dared not disobey; his junior master was a man of his word and capable of such a thing.
He obediently handed the phone back to Yun Yan, "Disciple, talk to your grandmaster properly and ask her to come and save us, otherwise we'll have to collect your corpse."
Yun Yan took the phone and moved away. The three black zombies rushed straight at Master Jingyuan's vital point.
"Hehehe..."
"Holy crap!!"
Master Jingyuan dodged the black zombie's claws by bending over, and then unleashed three sword strikes to repel the zombie.
"Disciple, you've tricked me too!"
Yun Yan had no time to deal with his mischievous master. He grabbed his phone and walked to an open space. "Grandmaster, you don't need to rush over. Take care of your own business first. Master and I can manage for now."
This child is an honest man, unlike his master who talks nonsense.
Lin Xi asked, "What exactly is the situation now?"
Yun Yan sighed, "We went to the Yunnan branch of the Special Administration Bureau last night, and two of our colleagues went missing. My mentor and I immediately set off to look for them."
"My master led me into a forest, where countless zombies jumped out. We ran away while fighting the zombies."
"There is another important matter. The Yunnan Branch has discovered the whereabouts of the Chaos Society. Many people have seen a kind-looking monk going around begging for alms and teaching Buddhism."
Lin Xi understood, "There are fragments of sacred artifacts in southern Yunnan."
The extremely yin place may be caused by fragments, which is why so many zombies have been raised there.
She currently possesses three fragments, each larger than the last, with the one from Yunnan likely being the largest and far more powerful than the other three.
Lin Xi instructed, "Stand back a bit and tell the old man to fight more zombies. He's capable of it. I'll be there soon."
Yun Yan nodded, "Yes, Junior Grandmaster."
He put away his phone and watched his master battle the zombies.
Master Jingyuan had been talking for a few minutes when he said, "Disciple, aren't you finished yet? Hurry up and come help!"
No one responded. Master Jingyuan killed the two white zombies and looked back to see his good disciple standing there watching the show. This must have been his little master's idea.
The young master has tricked him again!
Master Jingyuan frantically hacked at the zombie, piercing its heart with a single sword stroke.
Fortunately, he was experienced enough to deal with ordinary white zombies.
Three or five black zombies suddenly stopped, chattered a few words in secret, and attacked the smooth red buttocks from different directions.
Master Jingyuan was stunned.
A lecherous zombie actually molested a sixty-year-old man!
"Holy crap! Stop pulling down my pants! I'm only wearing my underwear!!"
"Yunyan, come quickly and help! Your teacher is failing, really failing..."
Master Jingyuan covered his buttocks and ran around in all directions, losing a large clump of his beard.
Yun Yan couldn't stand it any longer and raised his coin sword to block the way.
"Thunderous shock, slay the evil spirit!!!"
A burst of lightning flashed, and a row of white zombies fell. The black zombies sensed the danger and dared not approach.
Master Jingyuan, stay far away. "Disciple, your thunder magic has improved again. With this ancient sword, you are invincible."
The Golden Coin Sword is the most treasured item of Yuanqing Temple. It automatically recognizes its owner and has been kept in front of the statues of the Three Pure Ones for thousands of years, receiving incense offerings.
In the end, seven-year-old Yunyan picked up the sword.
Master Jingyuan felt a little envious; his disciple's weapon was better than his own. He only had a tattered peach wood sword and a bag covered in patches.
Master Jingyuan glanced at the chipped peach wood sword and decisively took several dozen steps back. "Master is getting old, disciple, you go quickly."
Yun Yan opened his eyes briefly, and his master rushed fifty meters away. He blinked again, and his master disappeared from sight, leaving him with a bunch of zombies.
The master is so skilled at betraying his teammates; no wonder the junior master told him to stand back and let the master fight the zombies alone, without helping.
Black and white zombies surrounded him in layers, but Yun Yan was not afraid at all. He held the Money Sword horizontally in front of him, and lightning illuminated his resolute face.
It doesn't matter that Master ran away; he can do it all by himself.
The more zombies you kill, the fewer zombies your junior master has to kill.
"Thunderous shock, slay the evil spirit!!!"
On the other side, Master Jingyuan jumped onto a tree branch, stroked the remaining part of his beard, and took out his phone to record the exciting moment.
"Hmm, Yunyan's swordsmanship is quite good. He is indeed my disciple."
The apprentice has surpassed his master; Yun Yan is so strong that he doesn't need his help.
Qian Jin is dead, Hui Ming is missing, he's old, and this world ultimately belongs to the young.
After watching for a while, Master Jingyuan jumped down from the tree and walked outside, saying, "I'm hungry, let's go eat."
"My good disciple, take your time. Master will pack you a serving of scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
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