I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

In the afternoon, under the blazing sun, a solemn atmosphere prevailed over Renjiafen Mountain.

Captain Awei arrived in a large group with a gun at his waist and a dozen or so soldiers carrying guns behind him.

He didn't come for Ren Tingting; he came to see his older brother.

"Big brother! It's me, Xiao Wei!" Awei spotted Ye Yan and ran over excitedly. "How come you don't remember me? Hey, why are you walking? It's so sunny, what if you get sunburned?"

He turned around and glared at his teammates: "What are you all looking at? Carry Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes up! And Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai too."

The team members: "???"

What is that?

Were we black slaves?

But I could only keep these words to myself.

This was the Republic of China era, with warlords in power. Commanders like Wang and Long were classic characters, so how could these lowly soldiers dare to utter a sound?

They were quite quick, swarming around in a flash.

Otherwise, you'll get shot.

Uncle Nine waved his hands repeatedly, "Hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't mess with me, I can walk by myself!"

He resisted physically, but after sitting down, he was comforted by Ren Fa and gradually calmed down.

It seems pretty good?

Si Mu readily accepted the offer, and as he was being helped upstairs, he looked thoroughly enjoying himself: "I knew it! Little Yanzi really knows how to have fun. Looks like I'm an old fogey; I'm not as good at handling things as the young people."

He didn't sleep a wink last night, but he's full of energy.

Ye Yan is truly talented; he can spout a whole string of new words and loves to tell stories about the famous families of female ghosts, such as the wrongful death of a top courtesan in a brothel or the case of a rich young lady committing suicide for love. He listens with great interest.

Little did Si Mu know that Ye Yan had been a confidante in her past life, specializing in midnight romance stories, and deeply understood the principle that "short stories must have selling points." She could add gossip to ghost stories, and mix love and hate into gossip, mastering the art of manipulation perfectly.

As for why Awei is so obedient?

Yesterday, Ye Yan gave him a "god-level suppression".

Awei is the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong—if you treat him well, he'll take advantage of you.

You teach him a lesson, and he becomes obedient and even calls you his father.

At this moment, Awei was diligently fanning Ye Yan: "Brother, is this strength alright? Should I ask two more people to hold an umbrella for you?"

Ye Yan waved his hand, too lazy to pay attention to him, and his gaze fell on the graves not far away.

The sun was blazing, and the cicadas were chirping incessantly.

Ren Fa stood in front of the grave, his face pale.

The afternoon sun was so intense it made your scalp tingle, and the cicadas chirped incessantly on Renjiafen Mountain.

Ren Fa knelt before the grave, tears streaming down his face, and cried, "Father! Your son is unfilial! You must have been waiting for a long time, right? Today we'll move your grave, and this time we'll find you a good place!"

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, trying to suppress their laughter, were glared at by Uncle Jiu and quickly went to offer incense. Ye Yan, of course, wasn't going—his bow would make all the wandering ghosts within a ten-mile radius tremble. As for the Ren family's ancestral blessings, he had absolutely no interest in them.

Huang Cuicui squatted down beside the grave and sniffed it. Her expression changed. "Master, this is a 'dragonfly skimming water' burial site. The corpse energy is terrifyingly strong. In my opinion, the one inside has definitely turned into a zombie. It won't be long before it jumps out and bites people."

Uncle Nine nodded: "Not bad, as expected of a shaman. This acupoint is already ruined, pressing it again will be a waste of time."

Ren Fa panicked upon hearing this: "Then...where should we move to?"

"Let's dig it out and take a look first." Uncle Nine frowned, feeling uneasy. It was all Ye Yan's fault for constantly nagging him about "Ren Weiyong will become a zombie" and "Strike first to gain the upper hand," making him nervous.

The workers quickly dug up the grave and pried open the coffin lid.

A chilling aura swept over them, and despite the sweltering summer heat, everyone felt a coldness creep down their backs.

Inside the coffin, Ren Weiyong's body was intact, his skin was bluish-gray, his fingernails were black, and two sharp teeth were faintly visible at the corner of his mouth. He was not rotten at all; he looked fresher than when he had just died.

Hey, look, it's still alive and well.

It is edible.

Ren Fa leaned over for a look, then knelt down with a thud: "Father! You died so tragically! If it were me, I would have gone with you."

Ren Tingting also knelt down, her eyes red-rimmed: "Grandpa..."

Ye Yan stood to the side, squinting as he sized up this "newbie village BOSS".

In countless supernatural web novels, Ren Weiyong has been killed by various protagonists using all sorts of methods: burned to death, blown up, killed by talismans, stabbed to death with peach wood swords... Today it's his turn.

He wants them all.

He glanced at the system panel:

[Consumes 20 Destiny Points to instantly turn Ren Weiyong into a zombie in broad daylight. Preset dialogue for the zombie transformation: 'You unfilial son! It's been so many years since you last visited your father? I've returned from the underworld, I've missed you all so much!' Consume?]

Change to a memorable scene at 20 PM, and by the way, you can break even in three days by binding with Huang Cuicui. It's a worthwhile deal.

Ye Yan smirked and turned to shout, "Awei! Get three layers of explosives! Blow up this beast's corpse!"

Ren Fa: "???"

Ren Tingting: "???"

Who is being referred to as the birthee?

"Alright, bro!" Awei came running over excitedly, carrying several bundles of explosives in his arms. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time!"

He had just been educated by Ye Yan about what zombies were that morning; they were monsters that bite people's necks and suck their blood!

A bloodthirsty maniac.

It's terrifying to even think about.

The two men, carrying explosives, were about to pile them up next to the coffin.

Uncle Nine reacted quickly and grabbed Ye Yan: "What are you doing!"

Ye Yan looked completely innocent: "What do you mean, Master? Blow up zombies?"

"They haven't turned into zombies yet!"

"So what?"

"It'll be too late once they turn into zombies!"

"..."

Uncle Jiu thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

Ren Fa, who was listening nearby, turned green with rage: "Ninth Uncle! What is your apprentice up to? Blowing up my dad with explosives? Are you serious? My heart is breaking! Is this how you do business?"

Si Mu quietly leaned close to Uncle Jiu's ear and whispered, "Senior brother, look at the corpse's fingernails and teeth."

Uncle Nine was taken aback. He looked closely and saw that Ren Weiyong's fingernails had grown longer than before, were jet black and shiny, and his lips were slightly parted, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, two of which were noticeably longer than the others.

This is a sign of impending zombie transformation, and at least at the level of a black zombie.

Uncle Nine's expression changed, and he turned to Ren Fa, saying solemnly, "Master Ren, your father's body cannot be kept. In my opinion, cremation is the best option. Otherwise, if it turns into a zombie, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Ren Fa's eyes widened: "Creation? That's my father!"

"Your dad's about to turn into a biting monster!"

Ye Yan added from the side, "Master Ren, think about it. Is it more important to give your father a proper burial, or to protect the lives of everyone in the town? Besides, if your father really turns into a zombie, the first person he'll bite is you, because you're his own son."

Ren Fa's face turned pale.

Ye Yan waved his hand: "Awei, keep piling on the explosives!"

"Okay!"

Ren Fa lunged forward to stop him, but Ye Yan grabbed him, saying, "Mr. Ren, please calm down and listen to me..."

Before he finished speaking, a muffled thud suddenly came from inside the coffin.

Everyone was stunned.

Ren Weiyong opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? The whites of the eyes were yellowish, and the pupils were shrunk to the size of pinpoints, exuding an indescribable sinister and eerie aura.

It stared straight at Ren Fa, its mouth opening and closing, emitting a hoarse, shrill sound:

"Ni——zi——"

Ren Fa's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"So many years... and you're only now coming to see your father?" Ren Weiyong slowly sat up, his neck cracking. "I've returned from the underworld... I've missed you all so much!"

Ren Fa: "Dad??? You're not dead?"

Uncle Nine: "Oh no! It's turned into a zombie! How could it turn into a zombie during the day?"

Four Eyes: "Holy crap!"

Awei: "Oh my god!!!"

Ren Tingting screamed and hid behind Ye Yan.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng grabbed their weapons, ready to attack, but Uncle Jiu stopped them, saying, "Don't make any rash moves!"

Ye Yan smiled.

He discovered that he could actually sense Ren Weiyong's consciousness, and it seemed like he could control this thing.

"Come, come," Ye Yan beckoned to Ren Fa, "Master Ren, come here."

Ren Fa shook his head vehemently: "I'm not going!"

"That's your dad! Don't you miss him? Go and hug him!"

"He's not my father! He's a monster! You're right, I suggest my father be cremated." Ren Fa was a businessman, and he wasn't stupid.

Ye Yan sighed, a thought forming in his mind.

Ren Weiyong jumped out of the coffin and leaped straight towards Ren Fa.

Ren Fa tried to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him, and Ren Weiyong grabbed him.

"Father...Father...Please calm down..."

Ren Weiyong lowered his head, leaned close to Ren Fa's neck, and opened his mouth.

Then it stopped.

Ye Yan scratched his head and tried to think about it again.

Ren Weiyong loosened his grip on Ren Fa and began...dancing.

Yes, dancing.

It bounces around, and even spins in circles.

Everyone was stunned.

The peach wood sword in Uncle Nine's hand fell to the ground. Si Mu rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

Awei's mouth was open, and he didn't even realize that saliva was dripping down his face.

Ren Tingting covered her face and peeked through her fingers.

Ren Fa stood to the side, his face a mixture of pale and ashen, unsure whether to be afraid or laugh.

Ye Yan was amused and had another idea.

Ren Weiyong jumped in front of Ren Fa, bent down, and brought his bluish-gray face close to Ren Fa's face.

He gave me a kiss.

Ren Fa: "……………………"

The entire room fell silent.

Then Ren Weiyong jumped up again and continued dancing, making "hoho" sounds as if he were clapping to himself.

Si Mu was the first to react, laughing so hard he slapped his thigh: "Hahahaha! Senior brother, look! Master Ren got kissed by his father! Kissed him!"

Uncle Nine covered his forehead, looking utterly dejected.

Renjia Town is my hometown.

The peach wood sword has carved out a beautiful shape~

"Paper, pen, ink, sword, and knife—bring them here!"

"Master, what is this?"

"Yes, Master, what is this?"

Uncle Nine clutched his chest, sobbing with anger.

He glanced at Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, who looked completely bewildered, and then at Ye Yan, who was controlling Ren Weiyong to dance in the distance!

One apprentice knows nothing, while the other knows everything ridiculously well.

At that moment, he finally understood: the world had gone mad, utterly mad.

Then look at the father and son kissing; it's truly a display of filial piety in a troubled home.

Filial piety breeds strength.