Chapter 238: Let Chu Renmei Fight Erlang Shen

Ren Tingting watched the two of them sneak off mysteriously, frowning: “Why did they go to the latrine together?”

Luo Jie lifted his coffee and smiled faintly: “Men’s secrets.”

Ren Tingting sneered: “So secretive—could they be plotting how to take Itachi down?”

Luo Jie shrugged: “Let them try.”

As he spoke, he casually glanced across the room.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai sat in the corner opposite, leaning forward, eyes darting nervously—like a backup guy spying on a couple’s date.

They stared at Luo Jie and Ren Tingting, who were cooing to each other, and grew increasingly bitter.

Wen Cai couldn’t help muttering low: “How come such a beautiful daughter as Miss Ren ended up with that kid?”

Qiu Sheng sighed: “Itachi’re right—I can’t figure it out either.”

Wen Cai groaned: “Why? Just because he’s good-looking?”

Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes: “Who do Itachi think Itachi are? Are Itachi good-looking too?”

Wen Cai nodded seriously: “I’m good-looking too.”

Qiu Sheng fell silent for a moment, then murmured: “Do Itachi have a car? He arrived in a foreign-style automobile.”

Wen Cai protested: “I have one in my dreams.”

Qiu Sheng pressed on: “Do Itachi have money? I heard he’s from a wealthy family in the provincial capital.”

Wen Cai stuck out his neck: “I don’t have money, but I’ve got ambition!”

Qiu Sheng sighed: “Itachi’ve got ambition—but he’s got foreign education, foreign magic, foreign zombies…”

Wen Cai exploded: “Right! I forgot about that!”

“He says he fought mummies in Egypt and learned foreign magic.”

“These days even zombies are foreign—what isn’t foreign anymore?”

“If this keeps up, we might as well send Maoshan abroad to get some golden credentials and turn it into Foreign Maoshan.”

Wen Cai grew angrier by the moment, ready to keep ranting.

Qiu Sheng suddenly noticed Luo Jie’s gaze sweeping over them.

He jolted, clammed up, and tugged Wen Cai’s sleeve: “Stop talking—he’s looking at us.”

Wen Cai quickly lowered his head, pretending nothing was wrong, humming a tune under his breath.

Soon, Ren Fa and Master Jiu walked back together, arms linked, from the latrine side.

Master Jiu spoke with solemn righteousness: “Time waits for no one—let’s prepare to relocate Master Ren’s tomb.”

Ren Fa nodded eagerly: “Thanks to Itachi, Master Jiu—I’ve been uneasy without your help.”

He turned to Luo Jie and Ren Tingting: “Itachi two come along too.”

…

The group set off in force, headed for the Ren family ancestral graves outside town.

Ren Fa had summoned over a dozen strong men, all equipped with hoes, shovels, and ropes.

As previously agreed, the coffin would first be taken to Master Jiu’s mortuary, then reburied after selecting an auspicious date and burial site.

After all, wealthy families had many customs for relocating graves—no haphazard handling allowed.

Otherwise, Itachi throw a grand ceremony today, and tomorrow someone steals the corpse.

These are chaotic times—anyone might try to get rich through grave-robbing.

Soon, the mound was dug open, revealing a pitch-black coffin.

Luo Jie stared at the coffin for several seconds, then whispered softly to Ren Tingting:

“Based on my experience…”

“Your grandfather is at risk of turning into a corpse demon.”

The moment he spoke, silence fell over the entire group.

Before Ren Tingting could react, Ren Fa’s face turned green.

“What?”

He nearly spilled incense ash onto Luo Jie’s face: “How dare Itachi say my own father is turning into a corpse?”

If Itachi can get Tingting to marry Itachi after saying that, I’ll take your surname.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, standing nearby, couldn’t help muttering:

“Does this kid have vision problems?”

“And he’s incredibly rude.”

“Who just randomly says someone’s elder is turning into a corpse?”

But as they chattered, Master Jiu suddenly frowned, studying the coffin closely.

His gaze sharpened: “Hmm…”

“This grave is a Qingting Dian Shui Xue —concentrating yin energy without dispersion.”

“And judging by the coffin’s condition… it’s quite possible…”

“It’s a corpse demon transformation!”

Master Jiu immediately grabbed Ren Fa and began warning him urgently.

Ren Fa, hearing even Master Jiu say this, panicked:

“Master Jiu, is it really going wrong?”

“It’s just that kid talking nonsense—don’t believe him.”

Master Jiu’s expression darkened, his tone stern: “Open the coffin.”

“Huh?”

Ren Fa nearly choked on his own saliva: “Master Jiu, Itachi’re serious?”

Master Jiu ignored him and waved: “Someone—open it.”

Ren Fa, near tears, thought bitterly:

He just wanted to move his dead father to a better fengshui spot—why did his father actually have to rise?

But he dared not defy Master Jiu, so he gritted his teeth and ordered the men to proceed.

As several pry bars slipped into the coffin seams, a dull thud echoed.

The lid slowly slid open.

Everyone held their breath, staring into the coffin.

Inside lay a man dressed in funeral robes, his face lifelike, skin glowing with an eerie sheen—no sign of decay whatsoever!

Ren Fa’s legs went weak from fright: “My god! My dad hasn’t rotted in twenty years?”

Qiu Sheng stepped back in alarm.

Wen Cai trembled, hiding behind Qiu Sheng, using his senior brother as a shield.

Master Jiu stared at the corpse, his expression grave: “Indeed—a precursor to corpse demon transformation.”

“The yin energy here is too strong. If not handled soon, it will rise tonight.”

Ren Fa nearly collapsed: “Then… what do we do now?”

Master Jiu glanced at Luo Jie, his tone laden with meaning: “Mr. Luo has such keen eyes—why don’t Itachi try first?”

“I’d like to see foreign magic in action.”

Luo Jie smiled, stepped forward, and looked at the lifelike, twenty-year-preserved corpse of Master Ren.

Let him deal with a zombie?

Laughable.

It’s like sending Chu Renmei to fight Erlang Shen.

Not even Erlang Shen’s hound would bother.

Still, Luo Jie prepared to act.

Though the Book of the Dead could summon spirits, it was meant for foreign zombies.

For this authentic Chinese zombie, only ancestral methods would work.

As he thought this, he raised his hand and made a simple hand seal.

A streak of golden light flew from his fingertip, drifting gently onto the coffin.

The next instant, the once chillingly yin grave site grew warm.

The dark, glossy sheen on the corpse’s face faded slowly.

Even the air grew fresh.

Everyone was baffled.

Master Jiu stared at Luo Jie in shock, his eyes filled with existential doubt.

He murmured: “What… what kind of magic is that?”

“Not Maoshan technique. Not Longhu Mountain’s either.”

“What sect does this belong to?”

Luo Jie looked at Master Jiu, momentarily at a loss for words.

Because it wasn’t magic at all.

He didn’t need flashy tricks to deal with a mere zombie.

(End of Chapter)