I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Uncle Nine looked at Ye Yan with a complicated expression.

This kid has extraordinary talent; he learns everything very quickly. His enthusiasm makes him both gratified and slightly uneasy.

What if he surpasses himself?

Is there any chance of something going wrong?

Don't make your brother Yan laugh.

He could foresee that Ye Yan's future path would not be as simple as just staying in the mortuary drawing talismans and catching ghosts.

But the techniques this child is currently learning are haphazard and disjointed. Although they can all be used, they lack a systematic approach. We need to find him a better path.

"It just so happens that your uncle has a lot of experience in corpse-driving, why don't you go and learn from him? His corpse-driving skills are much better than mine." Uncle Nine paused, then sighed, "I also have a junior brother who does this job, but unfortunately he's not talented enough. I don't know how he's doing now. He takes two apprentices around, but he doesn't have a stable income. It's tough being a man."

Although Maoshan was a major sect, the disciples' abilities varied greatly. Corpse transport was a mainstream profession in the Republic of China era, as those who died far from home always had their souls return to their hometowns.

Ye Yan naturally knew how much of the story was hidden along this route.

For example, the zombie that Mr. Ren turned into in "Musical Zombie" was tormented by his two good-for-nothing apprentices and eventually fell into someone else's hands.

That's the most powerful zombie in the "Republic of China version of Uncle Nine Universe".

There's also the Zombie King in "Zombie Master," whose timeline even extends to after Japan's surrender, depicting a battle between Chinese zombies and Japanese soldier ghosts.

As for whether this merged world has anything like "Zombie Contract," something that goes from a zombie crisis all the way to world-class combat power, Ye Yan wasn't sure, but he wanted to be prepared.

"Master, have you ever heard of Jiang Chen?" Ye Yan suddenly asked, "And also the drought demon, the Undying Bone, and so on."

Uncle Nine was stunned, amazed by his imagination.

What the hell is this?

"Jiang Chen? That's a legendary figure, how could he really exist?" Uncle Nine shook his head. "I traveled all over the country in my younger days, what haven't I seen? There's absolutely no such thing as Jiang Chen. You haven't read any books on zombie classification, have you? Here, take these back and study them carefully."

He rummaged through the books and quickly compiled a stack: "The Secret Manual of Exorcising Evil in Maoshan," "On Zombies," "On the Origin of Zombies," "The Complete Classification of Maoshan Zombies," "The False Records of Zombies," and so on.

"So-called zombies are divided into good people and bad people, and zombies are divided into dead corpses and zombies." Uncle Nine opened a book and pointed to the words on it. "People do bad things because they are weak, and they become zombies because they have a breath in their throat that they can't swallow. Their souls have long since gone to the underworld, leaving only an empty shell."

"As for those foreign zombies, that's Jesus' business. There are plenty of zombies all over the country, and foreign ones keep coming here to become vampires. I've been thinking these past few years that I need to learn some new things, otherwise I'll really become an old relic."

"Where did the vampires come from?" Ye Yan asked.

"It must be related to their gods." Uncle Nine frowned. "According to your Christian theory, it's probably connected to the Western hell. But I don't understand the relationship between gods in the East and West. The great powers have bullied us all these years, who knows what's involved?"

He sighed, his tone becoming heavy: "In this world, it's hard for ordinary people to even survive, and even those who cultivate the Tao must rely on their true abilities."

Ye Yan nodded: "The outsiders wanted to spread their religion, but they ended up becoming vampires. That's a rule set by their own gods. We're not afraid of trouble, but we won't cause trouble either."

Uncle Nine laughed: "What's the first precept of Maoshan? Do you remember it?"

"Good and evil are opposed, and they fight each other for a lifetime."

"Good to know. If reading these books can help keep the area safe, that would be a good deed. I also need to study these foreign gadgets."

Ye Yan was prepared.

roll.

We have to roll them together.

He dragged a large sack from the corner and dumped it on the ground.

The Odyssey, Homer's epics, The Prince, The Communist Manifesto, Marxist philosophy, A Contribution to the Critique of Political Economy, Christianity, The Bible... a whole sack, at least a thousand books.

"Learning without thinking is futile; thinking without learning is dangerous." Ye Yan patted the book. "Master, you should also take a look at these. And science, you must learn that too."

Uncle Nine's lips twitched as he stared at the pile of books taller than a person, speechless for a long time.

"...Okay, I'll see."

He looked at Ye Yan and suddenly asked, "Do you know what the biggest difference is between cultivators and ordinary people?"

Ye Yan shook his head.

Uncle Nine pointed to his head.

"Brain. Don't let my usual dullness fool you; I was quite the genius when I was young, though not as good as you, of course." He rarely boasted, then sighed, "The worst thing for a person is to suffer some misfortune, and I'm afraid of falling behind the times too."

After saying that, he happily jumped into the pile of books, like a child entering a candy shop.

Ye Yan tactfully withdrew, carrying a stack of books in his arms.

As soon as he stepped out, Qiu Sheng stopped him.

"Junior brother, please wait."

Ye Yan raised an eyebrow: "You call me junior brother? According to seniority, I won't argue with you. But now, what should you call me?"

Qiu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "...Senior brother."

Ye Yan nodded in satisfaction, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and handed it to him: "Here, take this. Aphrodisiac pills, one hundred pills. They can make your SpongeBob SquarePants three days longer. But as someone who's been there, let me give you some advice, junior brother, being obsessed with ghosts is no good. Look at me, I only killed ghosts to help my cultivation."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." A woman's voice rang out, and Xiaoyu appeared beside them at some point. "This person is even more extraordinary."

Ye Yan glanced at her but didn't reply.

On the day he killed Ren Weiyong, he indeed did not go to pay his respects to Xiaoyu.

Firstly, his destiny was too strong, and secondly, he looked down on Xiaoyu, whose Yin energy cultivation was too ordinary.

It's nowhere near as good as the terrifying Xiao Li from "Zombie Supreme".

But now is not the time to think about that.

He carried the books and slowly walked towards his room.

The human and the ghost stared at each other.

Ye Yan's lips twitched as he looked at the scene before him: "You've got some nerve! Do you know where you are? A mortuary! A place for the dead! You two didn't actually get together, did you?"

Dong Xiaoyu smiled, raised her hand slightly, and a surge of magic wrapped around Qiu Sheng's waist, giving him a gentle tug.

Qiu Sheng seemed to have lost his soul, drifting over to him with a dazed look in his eyes and a silly grin on his face.

Ye Yan sighed, "Ugh, is that what you call love? You're just lusting after her body! You're despicable!"

He leaned closer for a look, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "Look at your face, look what you've been kissed! At least four or five times, right? If you really can't take it anymore, I'll help my junior brother out."

"Help me my ass!"

Uncle Nine rushed out of the house, almost dropping the book he was holding.

Looking at Qiu Sheng's face covered in lipstick marks, he stomped his feet in anger: "You damned ghost, you dare to come here! Don't you know that humans and ghosts are different? Look what you've done to him!"

Qiu Sheng chuckled foolishly, his face covered in kiss marks.

In contrast, Ye Yan stood to the side, full of energy and with a rosy complexion, while the one who had been drained was clearly the female ghost.

"You don't understand," Dong Xiaoyu said, wrapping her arms around Qiusheng's neck with a serious expression, "He and I are true love."

Uncle Nine opened his mouth, then suddenly fell silent.