I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Renjia Town is exceptionally lively today.

Long lines formed on the streets as people craned their necks to squeeze forward—where else could they find such a good deal: eggs, oil, and rice distributed by a foreign church?

As for religious beliefs, some people are genuinely religious, but most of the townspeople receive welfare benefits.

They gave us way too much.

Father Wu stood on the church steps, enthusiastically shouting in broken Chinese: "Dear fellow villagers, please actively believe in my Lord! My Lord will bless you, and distribute eggs, oil, rice, and clothes."

"Stop talking the talk, where's the rice? Where's the rice?" someone in the crowd started to grumble.

"Hey, don't push me!"

"Those are my eggs! My eggs!"

Father Wu smiled broadly, but his heart was pounding.

He really did come from the Vatican in Italy, but he might not know what's hidden beneath that church.

All he knew was that his "old priest" predecessor was peacefully sleeping on the stone coffin, and that the Taoist priest who had come to help a few days ago had been bitten, turning a charade into a real one, and now he had also become that person's "food".

The warlords arrived suddenly.

The soldiers sent by Awei quickly cleared the area, and the people were so frightened that they made way for them.

Ever since Ah Wei saw demons and monsters, he has become much more reserved. Knowing that the world is full of dangers, he has even started practicing martial arts.

He stood at the front of the line, his back ramrod straight.

"Uncle Nine has arrived—"

At a shout, the crowd parted automatically.

Ye Yan, Uncle Jiu, Simu, Qiusheng, and Wencai walked straight to the church entrance, following the path cleared by the people.

Uncle Nine frowned, his nose twitching slightly: "Such a strong evil aura. Sure enough, there are zombies."

Ye Yan understood.

He remembered the original plot; this was the storyline of "The Exorcist Master," which included a female disciple named Xiao Fang and Ah Xing, played by Collin Chou.

However, the Uncle Nine in front of me is much more experienced and professional than the one in the original film.

Father Wu approached with a devout expression: "You must be Uncle Jiu? I'm from the Vatican."

"I've heard of Jingyanggang and Wolonggang, but never Vatican City." Uncle Nine waved his hand to interrupt, "I don't care what kind of place it is, this door can't be opened. If it is, everyone will die."

"This is the will of My God!"

"Selling dogs?" Uncle Nine looked disgusted. "I don't care if they're black or white, you can't operate here. Get out of the way, why don't you just say you're selling cats?"

Father Wu: "..."

Father Wu was so frustrated that his face turned green—who's selling dogs?

Ye Yan, too lazy to waste words, stepped forward and said, "Master, what's the point of reasoning? He's not worthy to listen."

"Awei, get the weapon."

Awei handed over a cold pistol.

Ye Yan raised his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed directly against Father Wu's forehead.

Physical cooling.

David was about to say something when Ye Yan turned the gun on his forehead, and the latter immediately shut up, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Father Wu's legs went weak: "This... sir, what I said just now was too harsh. Can we reconcile?"

"Kick the door."

"You mustn't kick it! It will disturb the Lord!"

"Brother, these aren't just ordinary troublemakers." Awei waved his hand. "We have to strike hard! Grab some sticks, use violence to threaten them!"

The soldiers rushed forward with batons, striking without restraint.

The priests went from "What are you doing?" to "The officer is one of us" in less than three breaths, quickly giving up their positions and striking six times in a second.

This shows how deeply Ren Weiyong frightened them.

The townspeople watched with great interest, finding it even more exciting than watching a grand opera.

Uncle Nine shook his head and sighed, his brows furrowed deeply. When had he become so violent?

"Ye Yan, just go ahead and kill. If anything goes wrong, your master will take care of it."

Ye Yan smiled, and together with Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, kicked open the church door.

All three were skilled martial artists; with that kick, the door bolt flew off, and the door almost slammed against the wall.

The five people filed in.

Father Wu, however, refused to believe it and gritted his teeth as he followed them inside: "I want to see what exactly it is—"

The stone door was pushed open.

Everyone froze.

In the dim candlelight, a stone coffin was displayed silently. On the coffin lid lay the "old priest" peacefully, his face ashen, with two fangs faintly visible at the corners of his mouth, clearly a sleeping Western zombie.

Ye Yan clicked his tongue.

He remembered the plot.

If you find this thing in advance, just destroy it.

After all, it is sealed

But some people just had to open Pandora's box and court death. The Dragon Slayer has already perished, and his disciples are probably in grave danger as well. Besides, this boss has a dual mode.

"Light the torches," Uncle Nine said in a deep voice, his eyes piercing. "While he's asleep, send him on his way. It would be best to execute him in public, so the villagers can see the true face of a zombie—but with the three of us here, why should we be afraid of him? No matter how you look at it, the advantage is on our side."

Torches illuminated the church's deep, dark space. (Nine)

Uncle held a peach wood sword, Si Mu carried a soul-summoning banner on his shoulder, and Ye Yan's palm had already condensed Taiyin Qi.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai each held a talisman and stood on either side. One was so nervous that he swallowed hard, while the other's legs were trembling.

"Let's do it!"

The moment the peach wood sword pierced through, the old priest suddenly opened his eyes!

In that instant, everyone gasped. Those eyes were no longer human eyes at all. The pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints, the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, the whole face was a terrifying bluish-gray, and two fangs more than an inch long were showing at the corners of the mouth.

A fierce roar shook the church's stained glass windows, causing them to vibrate and shatter into pieces as the stained glass on the dome crashed down.

The onlookers were so frightened that they backed away one after another. Some people's legs went weak and they sat on the ground. Others exclaimed, "There really is a zombie!"

Even more outrageous, an elderly woman rolled her eyes on the spot and her son had to pinch her philtrum for a long time before she came back to her senses.

The old priest struggled and writhed like a frog, trying to pounce on the crowd, but was firmly held down by the cross on his back.

He flailed his limbs in the air like a drowning man; to put it nicely, it was a struggle, but to put it bluntly, it was like a dog paddling, completely devoid of the solemnity a priest should have.

"Hey you, the dog seller, come here," Uncle Nine pointed at Father Wu. "Come and see for yourself. This is the consequence of believing in Jesus. Look at what your priests have become!"

Father Wu's face turned pale, and he shook his head vigorously: "No, no, no, no, I won't go! I'm perfectly fine watching from here!"

"come over!"

"but!"

Are you coming or not?

"I'd rather die than come!"

Uncle Nine rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Ye Yan did not continue to mock Father Wu.

Although this monk was a missionary, he was not a bad person. He had been in China for so long and had only given away eggs and rice; he hadn't done anything immoral.

Seeing the old priest in this state now must have shaken his faith to some extent. Moreover, in the original story, his self-sacrifice was also a fulfillment of his mission.

However, Ye Yan felt this was a good opportunity to popularize science.

"Fellow villagers!" He stepped forward, his voice booming, "Today, we have brought this zombie under control; it's no longer a danger. But that doesn't mean other places are safe! This world is far from peaceful; there are plenty of demons and monsters, and many vengeful spirits."

The people listened attentively, their ears perked up.

This was a matter of life and death; I was more focused than when listening to an audiobook.

Ye Yan walked up to the old priest. The zombie was still baring its teeth and making threatening growls in its throat.

Ye Yan raised his hand and swung a large slingshot, making a crisp snap!

"Still watching?"

The old priest howled in pain, yet his ferocity remained undiminished, his two fangs gleaming coldly in the firelight.

The people were terrified; this young man was incredibly audacious!

"Did you see that clearly?" Ye Yan pointed to the zombie's fangs. "If you get bitten by a zombie, these teeth will be infected with zombie poison. What do you do if you get infected? Use glutinous rice to draw out the poison! Remember, non-professionals, please do not imitate this! Don't think you can slap a zombie like I can. Try slapping one yourself! It'll bite off your hand on the spot!"

On the outskirts of the crowd, David stood with his cousin Annie. Annie, who had returned from studying abroad, was dressed in a dress and had her hair permed; she was staring intently at Ye Yan.

Ren Tingting was also nearby. The two girls, who had both studied abroad, exchanged glances, and sparks seemed to fly in the air.

Uncle Nine picked up the thread and explained in detail several key points for avoiding zombies: Don't walk on dark roads at night, don't enter deserted temples, don't turn around when you hear someone call your name, and don't open the door if a pretty girl knocks on it in the middle of the night. The last one was specifically for Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng looked aggrieved: "Master, why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"You are." Uncle Jiu, Simu, and Ye Yan said in unison.

Qiu Sheng stared in disbelief at Ye Yan.

You've slept with ghosts so many times, how dare you criticize me?

Then they began distributing talismans and glutinous rice.

Since we're already here,

The people rushed forward, and the scramble was incredibly fierce.

An old man was so jostled that his shoe fell off, and he was still pushing forward with one bare foot, shouting, "Give me two tickets! I have eight grandsons!"

Father Wu and the other foreign priests squeezed into the crowd, stretching out their hands and shouting, "Me too! Me too!"

Uncle Nine glanced at him, his tone sarcastic: "What? Didn't you say the dog seller would bless you? Now you're asking for my talisman again?"

Father Wu's expression changed faster than flipping through a book, his face now serious: "Hey, nonsense! I was just... joining in the fun! When in Rome, do as the Romans do!"

His eyes, however, kept glancing at the talisman.

He had witnessed the old priest's transformation firsthand, and his heart was already pounding with fear. He needed to carry two talismans with him to sleep at night to feel at ease.

Master Four Eyes leaned closer to Ye Yan and whispered, "I originally thought that with the five of us making a move, the plot would at least involve this vampire escaping, then chasing him to the ends of the earth, fighting for three hundred rounds, and me risking half my life to finish him off—but I didn't expect it to be resolved like this. But it's fine, it saves trouble."

Ye Yan nodded, exchanged a glance with Uncle Jiu, and attacked at the same time!

A faint light emanated from the peach wood sword. The two worked in perfect harmony and pierced the old priest's heart with one sword!

Ye Yan simultaneously channeled the Yin energy from his palm, completely shattering the vampire essence within that body.

"A perfect blend of East and West, unparalleled in the world," Ye Yan chuckled.

The old priest stared wide-eyed, let out a final, unwilling roar, and then fell silent.

He died with his eyes wide open, like copper bells.

He met the same fate as Ren Weiyong.

Ye Yan's eyes lit up, and he licked his lips, his gaze burning with desire: "Master, I have a great use for this corpse."

Uncle Nine looked at him suspiciously: "What? You want to sleep with him?"