I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

The maid is dead.

She lay on the ground, her face peaceful, as if she were simply asleep.

During those days and nights when she was controlled by the Demon Orb, she never had a moment to herself.

Now that the Demon Orb has been destroyed, she has found liberation.

Uncle Nine knelt down and gently closed her eyelids.

There were no talismans or incantations in his hands; it was merely a Taoist priest's final respect for a pitiful person.

"A proper burial." He only said two words.

Aunt Zhe watched from the side without saying a word.

She knew what this man was thinking. If she had discovered the Demon Orb sooner and acted sooner, this woman might not have died.

Uncle Nine stood up and silently walked towards the carriage.

Aunt Zhe followed, and Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai exchanged a guilty glance before quietly following behind.

After walking a few steps, Qiu Sheng turned around to steal a glance at Ye Yan, but Wen Cai tugged at his sleeve, and the two quickly lowered their heads again.

Ye Yan stood there speechlessly.

Why are you looking at me?

Do I have flowers on my face?

While he has indeed become more handsome, this isn't Chengdu Superman's territory, so there's no need to make things so ambiguous.

Si Mu shook his head and patted Qian He on the shoulder: "Let's go, let your senior brother catch his breath."

He then gestured with his chin towards Ye Yan, "You handle things here."

The crowd dispersed.

Ye Yan turned around and looked at Awei.

"How long have you been following me?"

Awei was taken aback, then straightened his back: "Reporting, sir, it's been some time!"

"Do you want to be a general?"

Awei's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, finally uttering a powerful voice: "Yes! Sir, I want to be the commander-in-chief!!"

"Good, very energetic."

Ye Yan handed over the bell.

Awei accepted it with both hands, as carefully as if receiving a royal decree.

He's a simple man; whoever gives him a taste of kindness, he'll follow them wholeheartedly. He'll never betray them, dare not have any disloyalty, and is as obedient as a loyal dog. Ye

Yan saw things clearly; loyalty in this world is never without reason.

With sufficient benefits and control over the lifeline, even a lackey can become the most reliable pawn.

As for what happens after he dies?

Once you've turned into a corpse, you can go to the underworld and have the King of Hell sign a document.

Ye Yan turned and left, leaving Awei standing there grinning foolishly. He was related to Commander Long by blood.

In reality, it was the same actor who played the role; this was handled in a way that kept the benefits within the family.

The town quickly distributed condolence money.

Commander Long was detained for an hour. When he woke up, he was in a daze, but the money had indeed been distributed. The people received the silver and were very grateful to Uncle Jiu and his disciples.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Ye Yan immediately launched a popular science conference, discussing everything from zombies to vengeful ghosts, from talismans to glutinous rice, explaining complex concepts in simple terms and providing a wealth of practical information.

The audience listened attentively, and some even took out notebooks to take notes.

"To build a first-class safe town, we must come from the masses and go back to the masses. These days, the world is not peaceful. Fellow villagers, download this book, which is a popular science book on how to avoid zombies and ghosts. Take it home for free." Ye Yan said in a serious tone.

The villagers applauded enthusiastically.

Back at the mortuary, the atmosphere was off.

Uncle Jiu's face was dark, and Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai stood with their heads down, looking like two wilted eggplants.

Si Mu sat calmly drinking tea, having long been mentally prepared for the character of these two apprentices who were worse than him.

Pure scam.

No apprenticeships accepted.

"Did you get into trouble again?" Ye Yan asked.

"It's more than just causing trouble." Si Mu put down his teacup. "They copied you, wanting to sleep with ghosts. They went to see a play and got bewitched by an old female ghost. On the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, when the gates of hell open, hundreds of ghosts ran away. The underworld officials are in a difficult position to explain themselves to."

Ye Yan remained silent for three seconds.

Want to learn from a genius?

That would require the qualifications of a god.

Chizuru sighed, "I was going to investigate the zombies behind the scenes, but now there are hundreds of ghosts. How am I supposed to catch them? I have to call for help."

The plot of "Zombie Supreme" just happened to collide with it.

The most complete worldview in the Nine Uncle Universe, the senior disciple of Maoshan, Shi Jian, is about to make his appearance. With his lightning-fast thunder hand, he can conjure lightning with his bare hands and is at the pinnacle of combat power.

If it weren't for being dragged down by her good-for-nothing son, who would have the right to speak?

However, the plot was also stiff, and it was dragged down to create a villain for the senior brother.

Uncle Nine finally spoke: "I thought you guys had matured, but look at you now. Even dealing with ghosts depends on your constitution; you only behaved yourselves when you encountered the Ghost King."

Just as Qiu Sheng was about to reply, Aunt Zhe's voice drifted from the inner room: "Lao Jiu."

"Master, your mistress is calling you!" Qiu Sheng reacted quickly. "Don't worry, leave this to us!"

Uncle Nine was pushed into the room, and the door slammed shut.

He exclaimed "Ouch!" as if trying to suppress some long-suppressed resentment. A moment later, the door opened a crack, and Uncle Nine poked his head out, his face flushed.

"Bring over all the aphrodisiac pills, aphrodisiac talismans, and aphrodisiac artifacts that Ye Yan made!" he shouted in a low voice. "I need to suppress the demon! This monstrous evil."

Ye Yan threw the item precisely, and the door closed again.

Si Mu sat in his chair, legs crossed, glanced at Ah Hao and Ah Qiang, and finally showed a look of disappointment: "Now we're just waiting for Senior Brother to arrive. But..."

He drawled, "Our eldest brother has a terrible temper. And you two, you're useless too! How could you be so good-for-nothing? You've ruined Nintendo! First there was Ren Weiyong, and now we have Nintendo, what are you two doing?"

Ah Hao and Ah Qiang buried their heads even lower, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Ye Yan leaned against a pillar, silently planning his next move.

Ishiken, Nintendo, hundreds of demons...

This job is getting more and more interesting.

Ah Hao and Ah Qiang shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

The two are Mama Di's apprentices in "Musical Zombies". As for Mama Di, he picks his nose while eating and scratches his feet when he's free. He has a street-smart, slovenly air about him, and even Uncle Nine in the original novel wanted to beat him up.

If you encounter such a person in real life, in public places like high-speed rail or trains, you'd be considered very well-mannered if you didn't punch him.

Ye Yan remained calm.

He sent a text message to summon Ren Tingting, interrupting two storylines at once, leaving him no time to attend to Tengteng Town and the royal zombies' "shop." But it's alright, things must be dealt with one at a time.

Ren Tingting and Zhuzhu have arrived.

Ah-hao's eyes lit up, and he was about to go over and try to get closer to the other person when a hand came across and firmly blocked his way.

Ye Yan patted his shoulder, his tone meaningful: "You're just like your master, greedy for money and lustful. I won't stop you. But don't get too caught up in it."

"I'm asking you, were you ambushed that night? Knocked unconscious with a stick, and when you woke up the zombie was gone? And then you said, 'Whatever.'"

Ah-hao's eyes widened: "You knew that too?"

"Oh ho." Ye Yan clicked his tongue. "That's it."

Ye Yan was now certain that Nintendo had given it an epic boost.

Si Mu watched carefully from the side.

He knew Ye Yan well; the kid was usually very optimistic and always smiling, and his morning cultivation was frighteningly diligent.

With such talent and such diligence, he would have already outdone his peers. But right now, Ye Yan frowned deeply.

Ye Yan took out a stack of handbooks from his pocket and distributed them.

The group opened the document, which contained detailed records of Nintendo's various features, talisman effects, weakness analysis, and countermeasures. It was presented in a clear and well-organized manner, complete with illustrations, and was a model academic paper.

After looking at it for a moment, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "What? The Thunder and Lightning Talisman, the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams, and the Money Sword were all useless? Just because of the hormones? What kind of hormones are these?!"

"Not bad." Ye Yan nodded. "The French came here hoping to win a Nobel Prize in Chemistry. Miss Zhuzhu's grandfather was tormented by them. After turning into a zombie, he became ridiculously powerful. He wasn't afraid of the sun, and even dismemberment couldn't help him."

Master Qianhe stroked his beard, still somewhat doubtful: "Is this... reliable?"

Si Mu slapped him on the shoulder: "It's definitely reliable! Do you know why we kidnapped you? It's because of the information he gave you! Otherwise, you would be dead already."

Chizuru's expression hardened, and she solemnly clasped her hands in a fist and palm salute: "Really?"

He looked down at the manual again, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

Nintendo's ferocity far surpassed any zombie he had encountered before—it was unafraid of sunlight, talismans, and could survive being dismembered, which was beyond common sense.

"To be able to obtain such information in advance," Chizuru looked at Ye Yan, her tone becoming more serious, "is truly remarkable."

He couldn't find the right words for a moment, only feeling that the young man in front of him was unfathomable.

The intelligence was so accurate that they even knew the French's secret experiments perfectly; it was almost like they had foreseen the future.

Si Mu chuckled: "Now you know, right? My nephew is no ordinary person."

Ye Yan waved his hand, not caring about such formalities.

He just felt that since he had gotten involved, he had to get things done properly.

Having a manual is better than being completely clueless.

"However, I have a plan," Ye Yan pointed out.