bookbashuk Chapter 10 Who is raising corpses?
Chapter 10 Who is raising corpses?
Chen Anran frowned. "So, this 'zombie' was created by someone using this jade."
"Evil magic?" Feng Xiaolu exclaimed in surprise. "In this degenerate age, are there still people with such abilities?"
Chen Anran looked at Feng Xiaolu. This silly senior sister probably forgot where she came from.
Chen Anran said quietly, "Senior sister, there are more than just our reclusive sects in this world. Now that spiritual energy has recovered, all sorts of monsters and demons are naturally emerging."
After saying that, Chen Anran looked at Wang Anxi and asked, "President Wang, have you offended anyone?"
Wang Anxi, still shaken, slumped to the ground, panting heavily. Hearing Chen Anran's question, he shook his head blankly: "Offended people? We were just doing a normal project. The demolition compensation was all according to the standards. Although some residents were unwilling to move and there were some disputes, but... it shouldn't have come to this, right?"
Feng Xiaolu, having recovered by this point, leaned closer to Chen Anran and whispered, "Junior Brother, do you think someone is behind this?"
Chen Anran weighed the cold-to-the-touch corpse-nurturing jade in his hand. "Whatever, we don't know it anyway. We're just here to deal with the paranormal activity in this building."
Wang Anxi was shocked. He got up from the ground and quickly grabbed Chen Anran's arm. "Master Chen, you can't just ignore this! This is clearly aimed at our project! If they can find a zombie today, who knows what else they might find tomorrow! You two experts must help us to the end. As for the reward, I will definitely have the company double it! No, triple it!"
Upon hearing the words "three times," Feng Xiaolu's eyes lit up instantly, but she quickly suppressed them, adopting a mysterious expression as she looked at Chen Anran, waiting for his decision.
Chen Anran pondered for a moment. The appearance of this corpse-nurturing jade meant that other cultivators or evil practitioners were indeed active, and their methods were ruthless. Letting it go unchecked could lead to even greater disaster. More importantly, this might be an opportunity, a chance to access external cultivation resources and test the museum's evolutionary capabilities.
"Alright," Chen Anran put away the corpse-nurturing jade and said to Wang Anxi, "However, Mr. Wang, this matter may involve a lot of people. You need to report the situation to the company truthfully and make preparations as soon as possible. Also, we need to stay tonight and meet that 'crying' one."
"Very well! We'll follow Master Chen's arrangements!" Wang Anxi nodded repeatedly, feeling as if he'd been granted a pardon. "I'll make the arrangements right away! Just let me know what supplies you need!"
After sending away the profusely grateful and unsteady-footed Wang Anxi to make a phone call and prepare things, only Chen Anran and Feng Xiaolu remained in the room, along with the rapidly rotting, foul-smelling filth on the floor.
"Ugh..." Feng Xiaolu covered her nose. "Junior brother, this smell... can we go outside for some fresh air?"
Chen Anran nodded, and the two retreated to the relatively clean stairwell window.
Feng Xiaolu leaned against the window and took a few deep breaths of the relatively fresh air outside, finally feeling alive again. She turned around, leaning against the windowsill, and looked at Chen Anran with complicated emotions, especially at the simple peach wood sword in his hand and the seemingly ordinary bag of glutinous rice.
"Junior brother..." she began hesitantly, "Tell your senior sister the truth, what happened to that rice... and this sword? Don't try to fool me with 'spiritual energy revival' anymore. Even if spiritual energy revival turned the rice into spiritual rice, it couldn't possibly turn a twenty-dollar wooden sword into... into what it was just like!"
She experienced it firsthand; when spiritual energy was injected into the sword, the abundant and pure yang power was no illusion!
Chen Anran knew he couldn't hide it from his quick-witted third senior sister, so he smiled and didn't intend to fully reveal the existence of the Museum of Evolution, as that would be too shocking.
Chen Anran carefully chose her words, saying, "Senior Sister, the spiritual energy recovery that Senior Sister sensed is real. As for me... perhaps because of my special constitution, or some other reason, I am more sensitive to changes in spiritual energy. These rice and sword were... nurtured by me using a special method."
"Nurturing?" Feng Xiaolu asked skeptically. "Is it really that simple? When did you learn this kind of technique?"
"I was just thinking about it because I had nothing to do in the mountains," Chen Anran mumbled, then changed the subject, taking out the corpse-nurturing jade. "Senior sister, look at this jade, besides gathering yin energy to nurture corpses, is there anything else about it?"
Feng Xiaolu's attention was indeed drawn to it. She took the jade pendant, its icy coldness making her shiver. She examined it closely; the pendant was made of a material that resembled jade but was not, its color was dark, and it was engraved with some twisted runes that did not resemble any known writing. Next to the runes was a red, curved "earthworm" pattern.
"These runes and patterns... I've never seen them before." Feng Xiaolu frowned. "But they feel very eerie. Just holding them makes me uncomfortable. By the way, there's an old Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain in the 'Mutual Help Taoist Group.' I'll take a picture and send it to him to ask."
As she spoke, Feng Xiaolu immediately took out her phone, carefully avoiding the center of the jade pendant where the specific concentration of Yin energy might be revealed, and took several clear photos of the rune section. She then sent these photos to the mysterious group, adding the message: "@Zhang Nanshan, Grandpa Zhang, do you recognize this kind of rune? Waiting online, it's urgent!"
Chen Anran, observing this, asked with a puzzled look, "Why are you only asking about the Taoists from Longhu Mountain? I see there are quite a few people in your group, over a thousand."
Feng Xiaolu replied, "Because many of them are fake Taoist priests who cheat and swindle; there are very few real Taoist priests."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Xiaolu's phone rang, clearly indicating a reply in the group chat. She quickly opened it to check.
The old Taoist priest with the ID "Zhang Nanshan" sent a long voice message. Feng Xiaolu clicked on it, and a slightly aged but strong voice came out:
"Girl Feng, where did you get this thing? This is 'Yin Sha Wen'! It's something used by unorthodox practitioners to incite evil spirits and nourish Yin corpses! The red earthworm-like pattern next to it looks like 'blood worm patterns,' a mark that some Gu-raising and corpse-refining guys in the Southern Frontier like to use, it's extremely evil! This jade itself is also 'Cold Yin Jade,' a rotten stone buried underground in the Yin veins for many years, it specifically absorbs foul air! Girl, you've run into a tough one, do you need this old Taoist to come over?"
Upon hearing Zhang Nanshan say he was coming, Feng Xiaolu quickly lowered her voice into the phone, "No need, no need! Grandpa Zhang, don't worry, my junior brother and I can handle things here! We just wanted to ask you for some information, so we'd have a better understanding!"
After saying that, she quickly ended the call, afraid that the kind-hearted old Taoist priest might actually come over. If a real Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain came, how would she ever earn three times the money?
However, their "mutual help Taoist group" was in an uproar because of Zhang Nanshan's words.
"Yin Sha script"? "Blood worm pattern"? Those sound so eerie!
[Master Feng has taken on another big job? It's even gotten Zhang Tianshi involved? Could there really be evil spirits involved?]
[@FengXiaoLu, need any backup? I'm right next to Lincheng!]
[Sister Feng, be careful!]
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The group chat was flooded with messages, with all sorts of expressions of concern, curiosity, and even a desire to join in the fun.
Feng Xiaolu was getting a headache from the constant notifications on her phone. Just as she was about to set it to Do Not Disturb mode, she saw that Zhang Nanshan had sent her a private chat request.