Chapter Sixty-Eight: Someone Is Stirring Up Trouble

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“You sound like you know a thing or two about the methods of those so-called masters of yin and yang!” I dragged over a chair and sat down in front of Li Lina, who was already collapsed on the floor, still wearing a reckless expression, and asked her with great interest.

Li Lina, seeing that I hadn’t mounted her, opened her eyes and scoffed, “I knew you didn’t have the guts. Master of yin and yang? Ha! It’s all nonsense. I love reading supernatural novels, and they say all your tricks are just child’s play, like magic tricks on the Spring Festival Gala—fake, and bound to be exposed sooner or later.”

I chuckled.

“So what? I only need to say a few words, and it’s three hundred thousand. Tell me, for three hundred thousand, how many times would you have to moan in bed?”

For this woman, pure in appearance but utterly depraved in nature, I had no kind words left. I’d once thought keeping her around was unwise, but now I had no regrets.

There was still some time before midnight, but I felt there was nothing left to prepare; even if the old man’s corpse transformed tonight, I had ways to handle it.

Li Lina sat far from me, occasionally taking out a small mirror to check her makeup. My earlier words had shut her up for now.

I stood beside the crystal coffin, gazing at the man inside. The old man’s appearance was unnerving, a real test of one’s nerves.

But I’d long since stopped being afraid—I’d even visited ghost towns; what haven’t I seen? Though I’d never encountered corpse transformation, I’d gleaned plenty from Chen Chuyi’s notes. The zombie incident in Chengdu years ago was actually caused by a few corpse drivers from Western Hunan losing control of their zombies, resulting in incalculable losses.

The records of zombies differed greatly from what Chen Chuyi had told me.

When a person dies, if there’s resentment or energy lingering in their throat, chest, or organs, it can trigger corpse transformation. The deeper this energy is buried, the more terrifying the resulting walking corpse. For example, if the energy is in the throat, the transformed corpse is usually just a walking corpse—weak, far less powerful than a true zombie. But even such a walking corpse, once it drinks human blood and gains warmth, becomes something else entirely. Chen Chuyi wrote in his notes that corpse transformation is unpredictable, often beyond human control.

I slowly reached out and pressed my hand against the old man’s throat—it was unexpectedly soft and slightly warm, like that of a living person.

My face changed instantly.

The old man’s body had already been tampered with.

I’d been too busy showing off to notice this earlier. I stepped back a few paces and pulled a yellow talisman from my pocket.

“Li Lina, go fetch an empty bowl!”

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Li Lina was still fiddling with her little red mirror, looking utterly indifferent.

“If you don’t want to become a zombie, listen to me! The old man’s body has been tampered with and is bound to transform. I’m not afraid, but if you don’t obey, I’ll let the zombie bite you!”

“Damn it, Yang Dong, so your fox tail finally shows. Don’t try any tricks on me—I’d rather lie with a dog than let you touch me!”

Hearing my curses, Li Lina didn’t back down at all, transforming into a full-blown shrew.

I was speechless.

But there was no time to argue; it was already past eleven.

I waved the yellow talisman, then set it aside on a chair. I shot Li Lina a vicious glare—there was no time to waste on her. I needed to prepare the talisman water and pour it into the corpse, sealing it to prevent the soul from entering and transforming the body.

Li Lina ignored me, but when I walked past her, she quickly stood up and moved away.

I was speechless.

I went into a side room and spent ages searching before finding a water container—a rectangular box.

No time to be picky; at least I was here, otherwise finding the right catalyst would have been impossible.

Just as I was about to pull down my pants to pee, a scream echoed from the hall.

It nearly scared me impotent. I grabbed the box and rushed into the hall, only to see Li Lina standing by the corpse, her face pale with terror.

The paper effigy that had previously rested atop the coffin had fallen to the floor.

“Madam, what’s going on now?”

I strode over and grabbed the paper effigy. I could sense nothing from it—not even a trace of Yin Yin. Without waiting for Li Lina’s answer, I hurried to the coffin and glanced inside, dumbfounded.

The old man lying in the coffin was showing signs of a rosy complexion, and fresh blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth—clearly recent.

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I immediately looked over at the nearby Li Lina.

She was clutching her wrist tightly.

“I—”

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to strangle her.

With a single stride, I stood before Li Lina, grabbed her throat, and asked coldly, “Who are you, really?”

Li Lina would never have cut her wrist herself, and she had used her little makeup mirror. Seeing the bloody fragment of the mirror on the ground, I realized she might not be Li Lina at all.

“I—I don’t know, I don’t know. My mind went blank, and when I came to, my wrist was hurting…”

Li Lina seemed genuinely frightened, and I could sense she wasn’t lying.

I sneered and tossed her to the floor.

“Open your mouth!”

Li Lina immediately opened her mouth. I crouched down and extended my hand toward her.

Li Lina quickly closed her mouth, fearful. “What—what do you want?”

“Don’t ask, just stick out your tongue!”