(This is a series by Uncle Ying, not just one movie, but it doesn't include all of Uncle Ying's ghost movies.)
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the Earth God was taken aback, carefully examining Wang Han. He hadn't expected Wang Han to disregard the calamity. He thought to himself that Wang Han was probably a terrifying demon, and perhaps he wanted to use this calamity to do something.
“At least our goals won’t conflict.” Seeing the land deity’s suspicious look, Wang Han said, “Your goal is to protect the people here, and my goal is to change certain things.”
"You dare defy the heavens?" The land deity looked at Wang Han in horror. Changing things—isn't that defying the heavens?
"You could say that," Wang Han nodded.
Upon hearing this, the land deity was stunned. In this day and age, there was still a great monster who dared to defy the heavens.
"What's wrong? Are you surprised?" Wang Han said, "There's nothing surprising about this."
"It's quite surprising; it's been a long time since a powerful demon dared to defy the heavens," the local deity said, inwardly looking at Wang Han with newfound respect and developing a favorable impression. He himself had risked staying behind precisely because he couldn't bear to see his villagers struggling in the carnage, wanting to protect them. Regardless of Wang Han's motives, it was beneficial to his own goal of protecting the villagers.
"Tell me in detail," Wang Han said, waving his hand to produce several steaming dishes and a bottle of fine, aged wine in front of the two of them. He also loosened some of his ties to the land.
“I won’t go into those basic matters with you, Immortal,” the local deity said. “It all started more than thirty years ago, when Heaven had already sent down its first calamity. All the immortals went to their celestial palaces to take refuge when the calamity struck. I didn’t go because I couldn’t bear to abandon the villagers who worshipped me. That calamity killed so many people. However, a great immortal said that the second calamity would kill far more people than the first… So I never left. Besides me, only a few minor deities have stayed.”
"What about the underworld?" Wang Han asked. "I saw the Black and White Impermanence not long ago. Doesn't the underworld also avoid calamities?"
"Alas!" The Earth God sighed and said, "The Underworld can't avoid it, it can't avoid it. If the Underworld stopped interfering, wouldn't the human world be in chaos? Especially during this calamity, there are countless wandering ghosts. But even so, the Underworld won't interfere too much right now, which is why vengeful ghosts are running rampant."
Upon hearing this, Wang Han admired the local deity. At least he hadn't left like other gods and had continued to protect the area. As for whether the deity's words were true or false, Wang Han naturally had his own way of discerning them, and the identification pendant could also distinguish between truth and falsehood. Wang Han just rarely used this ability voluntarily.
"By the way, is the Celestial Palace in another dimension?" Wang Han suddenly asked. The Underworld is in an alternate dimension underground, so the Celestial Palace might be the same.
Upon hearing this, the Earth God looked at Wang Han with surprise and nodded. "Yes, the Celestial Palace is in a different dimension outside the heavens. Not only the Celestial Palace, but even those foreign gods have their own different dimensions."
'Even foreign deities have their own alternate dimensions. It seems this world is more complex than I imagined,' Wang Han thought to himself. He then asked, 'Are those alternate dimensions all man-made?'
"That's not it. Who can create other dimensions besides the Heavenly Dao?" Upon hearing this, the Earth God shook his head and said, "Those other dimensions all existed originally, and were later discovered by everyone."
'It seems these gods aren't as powerful as I imagined!' Wang Han thought to himself, and asked, 'Tell me in detail which gods you know, what their abilities are, and also tell me about the monsters.'
"Well, first of all, there's Yama, the King of Hell..." The local deity nodded and began to speak. He was already considering the cooperation proposed by Wang Han. After all, in this calamity, he didn't expect anything from the immortals in the celestial palaces. Cooperating with Wang Han would at least provide some protection. However, he was still unsure whether Wang Han was an ordinary great demon or a terrifying monster.
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Inside the mortuary, Wencai and Uncle Jiu had already fallen asleep.
"Creak, creak." In the room where the coffin was placed, Old Master Ren's coffin made a slight creaking sound, and the ink mark on the coffin emitted bursts of red light, indicating the abnormality inside the coffin.
At the bottom of the coffin, a withered hand with long, gray fingernails emerged and gently lifted the coffin slightly. It turned out that Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, in their playful antics, had forgotten to flick ink onto the bottom of the coffin.
"Thump..." The withered hand reached out from the coffin and began to feel around on it, trying to lift it up. Suddenly, the hand touched the ink mark on the side of the coffin, causing the ink mark to emit a red light. The withered hand immediately withdrew into the coffin, and the coffin, which had been lifted slightly, fell back down with a thud.
In another room, Uncle Nine, who had been sleeping, was suddenly awakened. He immediately got up, grabbed an oil lamp, and rushed to the room in the mortuary where the corpses were kept. He went to Old Master Ren's coffin and carefully examined it. Only the coffin of Old Master Ren, who had already become a zombie, would move. However, Uncle Nine did not find anything wrong.
"Clang..." Suddenly, the sound of something falling to the ground came from Wencai's room. Upon hearing the sound, Uncle Jiu immediately left the room where the coffin was kept and rushed to Wencai's room.
He ran to Wencai's room, only to find that Wencai, still asleep, had kicked over the bamboo frame at the foot of the bed. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Sleeping like a pig, this kind of person is most suitable to manage a mortuary."
"Oh no, Wang Han!" Suddenly, Uncle Jiu remembered Wang Han and rushed to Wang Han's room to check, but he couldn't find Wang Han anywhere. However, Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. The bed was cold, which meant that Wang Han hadn't been sleeping, but had quietly gone out, and for quite some time now. This meant that Wang Han hadn't encountered any emergencies. As for whether something had happened to Wang Han since he hadn't returned late at night, Uncle Jiu wasn't worried. Although he hadn't seen Wang Han use any magic or anything, after living with him for more than a month, Uncle Jiu had learned a bit about Wang Han from the clues. Wang Han was very skilled in martial arts, at least no worse than himself, and had a hidden trump card for dealing with ghosts and monsters. Ordinary ghosts and monsters couldn't do anything to Wang Han, otherwise Wang Han wouldn't dare to stay in the mortuary for so long and have to deal with these ghosts and zombies. After all, even he couldn't say that he could absolutely protect him.
"Uncle Jiu, what's wrong?" Just then, Wang Han walked in from outside the room and asked when he saw his Uncle Jiu in his room.
"I just heard a noise coming from the room where the coffin is kept, so I looked around," Uncle Nine said, shaking his head. He didn't ask where Wang Han had gone, nor did he suspect him.
"Oh, I just went to the restroom," Wang Han said.
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