All the heavens, starting as the ruler of the universe

Chapter 77 Uncle Nine

The instant Lin Yan's figure disappeared from the street, he was already standing at the edge of the universe.

The light from the galaxy behind them was stretched into thin filaments.

One step further and you're in the outer void, devoid of light and space, with only endless turbulent information churning in the darkness.

The presence of the supreme deity is completely severed here.

It was hidden in the turbulent flow of information, like a drop of ink merging into a black sea; you know it's still there, but you just can't find it.

Lin Yan stood at the edge of the universe for a moment.

This result was within his expectations. With such a prestigious reputation, the Main God Space couldn't possibly lack even the ability to run away.

He stretched out his hand, and gently pressed his fingertips into the void, imprinting a very faint golden mark into the outer void.

Those were the marking rules belonging to the chief god, which he extracted from the Time Stone and the Space Stone.

If the Supreme God dares to create a causal relationship with Him again in any universe, this mark will light up.

After doing all this, he turned around, tore open a rift, and returned the way he came.

On the street, Ao Qinggang stuffed the kryptonite into the deepest part of his storage bag.

Kara leaned against the wall, her complexion mostly recovered. Peter placed his backpack at his feet and was flexing his wrists.

The five reincarnators on the street corner stood in a row, quietly with their heads down.

Ao Qing glanced at them. "What about these few?"

Just as Kara was about to open her mouth, the space in front of them trembled slightly.

A golden rift opened silently, and Lin Yan stepped out from within.

Ao Qing's eyes lit up. "Brother Lin, how is it?"

"He got away," Lin Yan said. "We chased him to the edge of the universe, and he hid in the outer void. There's a lot of information turbulence there, so we can't find any trace of him for now."

Ao Qing's eyes widened. "To escape from Brother Lin's clutches, this God of War truly lives up to his name."

"Don't flatter me." Lin Yan's tone was indifferent. "These reincarnators are yours to deal with. The main god won't come looking for them again."

"7

"Oh, right," Lin Yan said, "the transmigrator in this world is quite interesting. Remember to look for him; he transmigrated into a zombie."

"A zombie?" Peter clicked his tongue in surprise. "This guy's really unlucky."

"It's a bit unlucky." Ao Qing rubbed his chin. "Are the zombies in this world the kind that just hop around? Like those wearing Qing Dynasty official robes with a yellow talisman stuck to their foreheads, hopping around like that?"

"That's right." Lin Yan nodded. "The energy level in this world is not high, and the zombies are the lowest level. The initial level zombies can only jump around. Once they reach a higher level, they will be similar to normal people, able to walk, move, talk, and think."

He paused for a moment, then said, "This time traveler should already be in the transitional stage from the beginner to the intermediate level."

"Understood." Kara wrote down the information.

Lin Yan glanced at the three of them. "I'm leaving this to you." With that, his figure disappeared from the street again.

Ao Qing turned to look at the five reincarnators at the street corner, then at Kara and Peter. "Let's divide the tasks. I'll go find Uncle Nine, and Kara, go find the transmigrator who turned himself into a zombie."

"And what about me?" Peter asked.

"You are responsible for arranging these five reincarnators."

Peter opened his mouth: "Why me?"

Ao Qing pointed to himself, "Are you trying to compete with a dragon in terms of face in this world with Taoist magic and zombies?"

Do you think Uncle Nine's Maoshan magic would allow him to get along better with a Spider-Man or a dragon?

Kara chimed in, "You're faster than me? You can find the zombies hidden underground?"

Peter opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.

He glanced at the symbiote on the back of his hand, which ruthlessly withdrew, pretending not to exist.

He sighed. "Alright, I'll take these five."

Ao Qing grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

Then he turned around, pushed off with his feet, and transformed into a streak of blue light, heading straight for the mortuary.

The gate to the mortuary was ajar.

When Ao Qing landed, he deliberately suppressed the fluctuations of his spiritual energy and stepped very lightly on the stone floor.

The courtyard was small, with a row of herbs drying in the center of the courtyard and several bundles of peach wood neatly stacked in the corner.

The air was filled with a faint smell of talisman ash mixed with coffin.

He raised his hand and knocked three times on the wooden door.

"Who is it?" a young voice came from inside.

Immediately afterward, footsteps came from inside the main room and the door was opened. A young man with a bowl cut poked his head out and saw a handsome young man in a black robe standing at the door.

"Who are you looking for?" Wen Cai asked, looking puzzled.

"I'm looking for Uncle Nine," Ao Qing said. "You must be Wencai."

"I am Wencai, do you know me?"

"I've heard of him." Ao Qing nodded. "Is Uncle Jiu home?"

"Master has gone out." Wencai scratched his head. "If you don't mind, you can wait for him in the courtyard for a while. Master will be back soon."

"Okay." Ao Qing stepped into the courtyard and saw rows of coffins.

"Don't be afraid, they're all empty," Wen Cai comforted her. "Wait a moment, I'll get you a glass of water."

Soon Wencai returned with teacups and water, and moved a bamboo chair for Ao Qing to sit down, while he stood aside and rubbed his hands together.

"Master went to town and should be back soon. You've come to ask him to perform a ritual, right?"

"I suppose so." Ao Qing took the teacup, but didn't drink it, placing it on the stone table beside him.

Wen Cai nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

He had seen many people come to Uncle Nine for help, some asking for talismans, some for exorcisms, and some asking the master to collect their remains.

Soon, Ao Qing heard footsteps outside the door.

As soon as Uncle Nine entered, he saw the young man sitting in the chair.

He paused slightly in his steps.

The apprentice behind him was caught off guard and almost bumped into his back. Just as he was about to speak, Uncle Nine raised his hand to stop him.

Uncle Nine's gaze swept over Ao Qing's head.

Although the dragon horns were hidden, with his years of cultivation, he could still see Ao Qing's extraordinary qualities.

The young man in front of them sat between several coffins, dressed in a black robe, holding a cup of untouched tea with a natural expression. He had no aura of death, no smell of human blood, and none of the foul, pungent smell that demon cultivators were usually associated with.

The talisman for suppressing corpses on the door remained unmoved, indicating that this person did not carry any corpse aura and was not a zombie.

The vertical line between Uncle Nine's brows, which had been furrowed for years, deepened a little, then relaxed slightly.

He handed the ink line to his apprentice behind him, then cupped his hands in a respectful greeting to Ao Qing: "May I ask where this fellow Daoist comes from? And what brings you to my mortuary?"

Ao Qing put down his teacup, stood up, and returned the gesture with a cupped hand: "My name is Ao Qing, and I have come to ask you for a favor."

"Oh, what is it?" Uncle Nine frowned.

"Well, recently a zombie appeared in my hometown," Ao Qing said without hesitation.