In a good mood, Ma Hehua swaggered home carrying the three water monkeys. The demons and monsters of Black Mountain thought that this woman must be showing off to them.
Li Fagu; "…………………………"
The lotus is so lovely and excellent that it never bullies the weak.
"Hey! How dare you block my way?" Ma Hehua kicked a pheasant flying in the road, her eyes full of mockery, accusing it of overestimating its own strength.
Li Fagu; "…………………………"
My son is exhausted, it's almost 8 o'clock and he still hasn't eaten. He's starving!
"Grandma, didn't...didn't you cook? Do you want me to cook?" Wu Mao asked Ma Linghua.
"Are you a starving ghost reincarnated? Isn't the food cooked in the rice cooker?" After saying that, she ignored Wu Mao, thinking that her little darling must be hungry too. "Go to the kitchen and make some dishes while you're at it."
50 cents; "……………………"
Wu Mao went from the lobby to the kitchen, and what he saw almost made him furious. How could the rice cook if the rice cooker wasn't plugged in?
But can he criticize his grandmother? No, he can't.
So he looked at the vegetables on the stove, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a cleaver, and skillfully began to chop and cook.
It rained at night, and the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned houses in the village gradually dissipated, with occasional sounds of ghostly wails and howls emanating from them.
Yewazi cried out hoarsely. At 8:30, Wumao finally finished cooking. And let me tell you, Wumao's cooking skills were quite good.
Ma Hehua ate with her mouth full of oil, wiped her mouth with her hand, and started scrolling through her phone with her round belly. Just now, she became a fan of a fashion and makeup livestreamer.
Ma Linghua had finished eating and was scrolling through Grandpa Xingxing's videos. She had to admit that Grandpa Xingxing's Tai Chi was really good; he was clearly a trained practitioner.
Feeling comfortable, Ma Lihua picked up a novel from who-knows-where and started reading.
50 cents; "……………………"
"Why aren't you washing the dishes and cleaning up? Have you forgotten the rules?" Ma Hehua's rough voice was particularly loud.
Wu Mao silently collected the dishes and tidied up in the kitchen, sobbing! He didn't want to stay another day; he might have to wash the blankets and shoes tomorrow.
Ma Linghua was engrossed in watching Tai Chi when a phone call came in.
"What's Mommy's mom called? Mommy's mom is called grandma, buzz buzz buzz!"
Looking at the caller ID, it was from another province. "Xiangxi? Who could it be? Seventh Uncle?"
After hesitating for a moment, she answered the phone.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Ahem... Granny Ma, it's...it's me, Little Bean! You still remember me? I'm the Bean Sprout who said I wanted to marry Lotus Sister when I was little! Do you remember me?"
Ma Lihua; "…………………………"
Scratching her head, she thought for a moment but still couldn't remember. "Is Seventh Uncle yours?" Ma Linghua simply asked the one she remembered.
"Grandma Ma, you...you mustn't be sad! Seventh Uncle has been gone for several years, but you'll see him again someday. Don't be upset."
Ma Linghua; "……………………"
I'll be damned, I'm far from dead!
"Get to the point, or hang up!" Ma Linghua didn't want to waste time on unnecessary chatter.
If you're here to borrow money, I'm sorry, I'm old and a little hard of hearing, I can't hear you.
"Something's happened, something really big! We don't know what happened, but some bastard destroyed the cliff coffin in our village, and some of the corpses have turned into zombies. We want to ask Aunt Ma to come and catch the zombies." Xiao Douzi's words made Ma Linghua's eyes light up.
"How much money are you contributing?" Ma Linghua asked, seizing the key point.
“We’ll offer… 800 yuan, what do you think?” Xiaodouzi’s village was really poor, and this 800 yuan was all earned by the old folks fighting over it.
Does it include meals and accommodation?
"Bag."
"Then you'll have to reimburse me for my travel expenses and food costs. When I get here, I'll check the zombie's level. If it's high..."
"If it gets too high... what do you need to do?"
"You'll have to pay more."
Xiao Douzi was a little hesitant, but when he thought about how the villagers were living in constant fear and how poultry was becoming scarce, he gritted his teeth.
"Grandma Ma, how about this? When you come, we'll do it in installments. What do you think?" Little Bean's granddaughter suggested to him from the side.
"That won't do, I want the full amount." Ma Linghua didn't want to deal with that kind of drawn-out debt; she wanted to settle things once and for all, and not let the cause and effect remain entangled.
"Alright, we'll pay right away when you arrive. But it's agreed, we can't come up with more than 2,000." Little Bean sighed.
"Okay! I'll come tomorrow." Ma Linghua is always quick and efficient, but which bus should she take?
Xiao Douzi pressed the old cell phone button. The number written on the paper was Ma Linghua's. It was given to him by his seventh uncle when he died, who said to call if there was anything important.
His face darkened slightly. The coffin on the cliff had been destroyed, and the people from the previous dynasty who had been buried in the tea mountain for many years had been dug up again. Not only had the corpses turned into zombies, but they were now causing havoc in several surrounding villages.
The whereabouts of the Taoist priest from Mount Shu that Seventh Uncle mentioned are unknown, and is the formation he guarded safe? These questions, listed one by one, gave him a headache.
"Grandpa, are a lot of people coming to our Miao village?" a 15-year-old girl asked.
“Sui’er, this time something big is about to happen. Yesterday, Mingwa went into the mountains to collect firewood and came back late. When he went to the tea plantation, he said he was injured by something. That night, he turned into a zombie. This evil spirit has started to harm people.”
The moonlight was exceptionally bright at night. The tea mountain isn't just about tea; on the contrary, it's very pristine and full of mystery.
A faint wisp of light, like a thread, flowed toward a cave entrance.
A man with a blue face and fangs had some human features, but his body was still covered with a layer of black hair.
One after another, silvery-white threads flowed into his mouth, and his eyes quickly changed from crimson to green. Inside the cave, there were several Miao people who had been sucked dry.
The essence of the sun and moon is his main source of cultivation. Once he transforms the black fur on his body, he can advance to the next level.
A strange smile appeared on his dark face, and his stiff expression was no longer so rigid.
After hanging up the phone, Ma Linghua pondered, "Didn't Shushan send people to Miaoling to guard the Twelve Corpses before? Why is something going wrong now?"
The tombs on that tea mountain had always been peaceful, so why did the zombie turn into a corpse?
Ma Linghua has too many things she wants to know, but she's just going with the flow; she'll find out when the time is right.
Putting down her phone with a smile, she said, "Tomorrow, once Wu Mao has finished cleaning and decorating our house, we can leave. Lotus, get ready, we're going to Xiangxi tomorrow."
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