Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword, and a large rooster were also prepared. Uncle Nine killed the rooster with the knife and mixed the blood from the rooster's head into the inkwell.

Then, a ritual was performed, using a Bagua mirror to consecrate the chicken blood mixed with ink, and then pouring it into the inkwell.

Finally, he instructed Wencai and Qiusheng to use an ink line to mark the coffin with black lines, making sure not to miss any spot...

Zhang Yue pondered for a moment. The imperial edict only required the elimination of the zombie, Old Master Ren, but did not restrict the method or time. Since that was the case, why should he go through all that trouble?

If we just find an opportunity in broad daylight to dig up the coffin, open it, and let Old Master Ren die in the sun, wouldn't that solve the problem?

This way, there's no need to worry about any risks. After all, Zhang Yue isn't confident he can handle an invulnerable zombie. He'd be unlucky if it just sucked him dry like a snack.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Yue went to the back room and asked Uncle Nine, "Uncle Nine, can this ink line really trap zombies?"

Uncle Nine was lighting incense. As the leader of the Maoshan Sect, he was clearly very confident in his magic. "Of course, zombies are also divided into levels: purple zombies, white zombies, green zombies. Old Master Ren is only about to turn into a zombie; he doesn't even qualify as a purple zombie. This ink line is more than enough to trap him..."

"Well, unless something unexpected happens..."

Unexpected situations include glutinous rice being passed off as sticky rice, or the ink line only being used on the top of the coffin and forgetting to mark the bottom.

Zhang Yue nodded. Only after absorbing the blood of his son, Master Ren, did Master Ren complete his first evolution.

"Uncle Jiu, should we flick the bottom of the coffin too? I think Wencai and Qiusheng forgot to flick it just now."

"Huh? Is that so?"

Uncle Nine was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly walked out of the ancestral hall and returned to the hall where the coffin was placed. As soon as he arrived, he saw Wencai and Qiusheng laughing and joking around.

He shook his head, squatted down under the coffin, and immediately flew into a rage.

"Wencai, Qiusheng, didn't I tell you not to miss any place? What's going on?"

Hearing their master's loud reprimand, Wencai and Qiusheng stopped their fighting. They were quite young, and after quickly checking on them, they immediately shrank back and admitted their mistake.

"Master, we know we were wrong."

Uncle Nine said angrily, "Luckily Brother Zhang was careful, otherwise you would have ruined everything. Hurry up and fix the bottom of the coffin."

"Yes, Master—" Seeing Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai pick up the ink line and tap the bottom of the coffin again, Uncle Jiu still carefully observed it to make sure nothing was missed before nodding and letting out a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, if Old Master Ren escapes after turning into a zombie, the Ren family will be in danger, and you'll be the ones who cause it..."

"Luckily, Brother Zhang is here..."

……

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night--

Zhang Yue sat cross-legged and began his daily cultivation. After taking a "Longevity Pill", his body felt slightly warm.

He knew that it was all due to the effects of the medicine.

These days, Zhang Yue takes one Longevity Pill every day and cultivates for an hour, accumulating a trace of magical power. There are no signs of metal poisoning yet, but his increasing strength makes Zhang Yue extremely happy.

Although he is still severely nearsighted, he can now freely switch between having different types of eyes.

Moreover, as his spirit strengthened, Zhang Yue's aura gradually recovered. With the recovery of his aura, his vision also began to improve. It is believed that in one or two months, he will be able to fully recover his normal vision and will no longer need the glasses and magic tools of Master Si Mu.

"After completing the Eye-Scratching Prison, you can cultivate the Eye of Life and Death." Zhang Yue flipped through the software books on his phone.

The Eyes of Life and Death, also known as the double pupils possessed by the Xie sisters.

This spell, also one of the spells of the True Immortal Temple, has two methods of cultivation.

The first shortcut is to experience life and death.

Since the Xie sisters were reincarnated with memories of their past lives, they naturally experienced life and death.

Another method is like Zhang Yue's, where one can successfully cultivate by undergoing the tortures of hell and completing the Eye-Stripping Hell.

As for whether, after cultivating the Eye of Life and Death using the Eye of Severance technique, one will develop two pupils like the Xie sisters, it is not mentioned in the ancient texts.

It doesn't specify what abilities they possess...

However, Zhang Yue has already confirmed that one of the abilities gained from training in the Eye-Cut Prison is the ability to create hallucinations in the enemy's brain through eye contact...

For example, right now...

"Meow! Meow meow meow—" The tabby cat in the mortuary was angrily pouncing on the ground.

In its eyes, there was a mouse on the ground that it couldn't catch no matter how hard it tried, and it was getting annoyed. Little did it know that the mouse on the ground was just an illusion that Zhang Yue had just created by looking into its eyes.

"While it's uncertain how much it will affect humans, it currently seems to have an effect on cats and dogs."

Just now, he used only a sliver of his mental energy to trap the kitten in an illusion where it was catching mice.

Zhang Yue pondered for a moment. Xie Yali used the Eye of Life and Death to make Huang Huotu completely unable to distinguish between reality and illusion in the illusion, and finally tortured him repeatedly until he suffered a mental breakdown and shot himself.

However, she also uses insect-borne fungi to cast spells, which shows that the Eye of Life and Death alone cannot control a person.

Of course, it's also possible that Xie Yali lived in the Dharma-ending Age, where it was difficult to cultivate much magical power, so he had to rely on external forces.

Otherwise, why would a wicked cultivator from a thousand years ago need to spend so long planning to achieve immortality through corpse liberation at the age of sixteen or seventeen? Wouldn't it have been better to achieve corpse liberation at six or seven?

If I could cultivate myself to the level of Xie Yali...

A scene flashed through Zhang Yue's mind: he walked into a bank, and the bank staff warmly took out bags of banknotes, packed them up, and handed them to him...

It causes hallucinations, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, and can even kill through hallucinations. Isn't that just the Sharingan?

dong dong!

Boom boom boom!

A faint sound, extremely subtle in the darkness, yet unmistakable, immediately alerted Zhang Yue, who stood up and headed towards the mourning hall where the coffin was kept…

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yue returned with the bronze short sword, in case it really was a zombie resurrection—

……

As soon as Zhang Yue entered the mourning hall, he was startled by a figure with gray hair who suddenly appeared, and almost slashed at him with his knife.

"Uncle Jiu, it's you! You scared me to death..." Zhang Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Nine was holding a book, the very book Zhang Yue had given him, the Golden Knife Curse. Clearly, he was also unable to sleep and was reading it.

Seeing Uncle Nine staring at his bronze short sword, Zhang Yue explained, "I heard a sound, so I came over to check."

Uncle Nine smiled and said, "Your vigilance is not bad. I came here specifically to check. Don't worry, the ink line is there. Even if Old Master Ren turns into a zombie, nothing will happen."

Zhang Yue asked in surprise, "Grandpa Ren...you mean it made those sounds? Has it really turned into a zombie?"

"That's right, look..." Uncle Nine pointed to the inside of the mourning hall.

Zhang Yue looked closely and saw that, under the dim candlelight, the coffin inside was shaking as if someone inside was kicking the coffin lid.

But under the gaze of the Yin-Yang Eyes, it's a completely different scene...

A net, shimmering with red light, tightly bound the entire coffin. Every time Old Master Ren kicked the coffin, the ink line on it would emit a dazzling red light...