Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Chapter 87 [The First Commandment: End]

"Sigh, the performance requirements have been getting lower and lower lately, and even now I can't meet the minimum requirements. This month's bonus is probably gone again. Isn't that better? I'd rather never get a bonus at all—"

In a relatively quiet bar, officers from the miscellaneous affairs unit gathered to drink and complain about their recent troubles.

Because there are fewer and fewer fierce ghosts, even the harmless earthbound spirits of the past have all been captured, leaving them with no ghosts to capture. They can't get bonuses and can only live on their basic salary, although the basic salary is also very high.

Seeing their team members complaining, Li Guoqiang and Huang Yaozu exchanged a smile, raised their glasses, clinked them together, and toasted.

Before the expansion of the miscellaneous goods department, the pressure was immense, something others might not know, but they certainly did.

That's almost inhuman.

But now things are looking up. The Miscellaneous Department is on the right track, and Li Gui has become a hot commodity in their eyes and a new energy source in the eyes of capital.

The Miscellaneous Objects Division has become a renowned department for hunting ghosts, with a professional team to capture all sorts of fierce and dangerous creatures.

"I'm retiring. I've already submitted my resignation—" Huang Yaozu smiled with relief and said to Li Guoqiang, "My wife has agreed to remarry me. We're going on our honeymoon soon. From now on, the miscellaneous affairs department will be yours."

"Wait, you resigned? What am I supposed to do?" Li Guoqiang said with a pained expression. "Right now, in the miscellaneous affairs department, only Four-Eyes and the two of us are considered beginner-level Maoshan disciples who can draw talismans. Aren't you trying to kill me with work?"

After a period of special training, Four-Eyes, Huang Yaozu, and Li Guoqiang are now considered disciples of Maoshan.

Huang Yaozu rolled his eyes. "If I don't retire soon, I'll die of heavy metal poisoning. Besides, you've only been in the miscellaneous materials department for a short time, while I've been here for nine years."

"Besides—isn't Master Zhang still here?"

Li Guoqiang pulled a letter from his pocket with an annoyed expression. "He's gone. I came to see you today because of this—"

"Oh, he's gone?"

The Taoist priest who single-handedly led the upgrade of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, transforming it into a department dedicated to catching supernatural beings, and turning the deadly ghosts from unsolvable threats into a new energy source that capital from all over the world is now pursuing, is gone?

Huang Yaozu was stunned for a moment, then immediately took the letter, opened it, and read it over—

The gist of it is to tell them to stay at their posts and that we will come to visit them when we have time. They must uphold the first commandment of Maoshan: the will that good and evil cannot coexist.

"The first commandment of Maoshan, the will that good and evil cannot coexist, has been passed down, hasn't it?

Yes, although the method is somewhat like unorthodox cultivation.

Zhang Yue returned to the mysterious Taoist temple, and he can be considered to have successfully completed this mission.

The first commandment was originally to make the world free of trickery, a task that seemed as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

Zhang Yue's original idea was to teach Maoshan Taoist techniques or the cultivation methods of Zhenxian Temple, quickly train a group of helpers who could capture ghosts and subdue demons, pass them down, and complete the seemingly impossible task in the [Imperial Edict] in one go.

But later he changed his mind; rather than leaving behind a legacy, he decided to leave behind the Mengjie sponge.

Capital chases profits. After he left Meng Jie Sponge behind, in the world of the First Commandment, Li Gui transformed from a harmful entity into a highly sought-after core asset in the new energy sector.

Of course, Zhang Yue didn't keep the piece he had in his own hands; what he kept was the synthesis formula, leaving those capital tycoons to synthesize it themselves.

But a sponge without energy is just a piece of waste.

If we want it to become a high-tech tool for anti-gravity research, we have no choice but to capture Li Gui.

Overall, Zhang Yue's method of preserving the Maoshan lineage was more perfect than his initial idea, and he fulfilled the task in the imperial edict even more effectively.

In a world governed by the First Commandment, the "First Commandment" must truly be upheld.

But for Zhang Yue, it was still a loss, because she came back empty-handed.

Of course, it wasn't entirely without any gains.

Zhang Yue looked at his Meng Jie sponge, which contained a Chen Fulai whose resentment was overwhelming. But the more overwhelming the resentment, the more energy it could provide to the Meng Jie sponge.

Let me go, let me go, kill me if you dare!

"Be my reliable power bank —"

Hmm—from now on, we won't need to worry about the energy problem of the Mengjie sponge for a long time.

I wonder if Chen Fulai, after leaving the world of the First Commandment, will still be that immortal and fierce monster.

Anyway, Zhang Yue had already decided that when Chen Fulai was on the verge of death, he would stop using him as a power bank, go to the world of Uncle Nine, drain him dry, and see if he could be resurrected after his soul was scattered.

In the world of Uncle Nine, with its high level of martial arts prowess, this powerful and cunning individual, who can't even move objects with his mind, manipulate illusions, or create illusions through ghosts, is practically nothing more than a shrimp.

In the following period, Zhang Yue returned to his previous peaceful life and even published a new book, which made readers exclaim that the old eunuch had returned and asked him if he had completed the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

While writing her new book, Zhang Yue also joined some science fiction groups and interacted with readers who liked reading novels but were also science students.

Ask them about some things related to electricity.

"Hey guys, if my protagonist learned Senior Brother Shi Jian's Lightning Thunder Fist, do you think it would be direct current or alternating current?"

Immediately, some people jumped out of the penguin group and started debating with each other.

"That goes without saying. For combat, anything that can kill people is alternating current (AC), which starts at 220V and is used in streetlights, factories, and large machinery. Direct current (DC) can only charge phones and power banks; it can't kill anyone, let alone vengeful ghosts or zombies."

No sooner had the first floor finished speaking than the second floor jumped out.

[Haha, upstairs, don't make me laugh. Whether you can electrocute a person, a zombie, or a vengeful ghost isn't a matter of direct current versus alternating current. As long as the voltage is high enough, it can kill someone. Don't you know that lightning is also static electricity, which is direct current?]

[Are you kidding me, second floor? Lightning is direct current?]

Another person immediately jumped out and refuted the second floor using more professional terminology.

Let me put it this way: even direct current (DC) can kill someone if the voltage is high enough. Lightning is neither "DC" nor "AC"; specifically, it's an ultra-high voltage transient pulse current.

Immediately afterwards, someone from the fourth floor came out and said:

If household electricity is a continuous conductive current (electrons continuously flowing in the conductor), then lightning is a one-time neutralizing current. Household electricity is 220V, while lightning voltage can reach 10 million to 1 billion volts.

The person on the third floor continued, "That's right, household electricity current ranges from a few amps to tens of amps, while the peak current of lightning can reach tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of amps."

Well, after discussion, everyone felt that Shi Jian's lightning was probably not a type of lightning, since it could be reflected back, so it should be an energy form under the transformation of magic power.

Zhang Yue immediately typed a message: If I write that the protagonist has learned the Lightning Thunder Fist, should I use alternating current or direct current? What is the difference between the two?

To put it another way, direct current (DC) is somewhat like direct current flowing in one direction, while alternating current (AC) is somewhat like alternating current flowing back and forth.

After discussing with netizens for a long time, Zhang Yue felt more and more that knowledge was important. The difference between alternating current and direct current alone could give him a lot of inspiration.

For example, one netizen used the real-world taser to explain it to Zhang Yue.

Tasers use high-voltage pulsed DC, with 5 volts of high voltage but microampere-level current. They rely on pulses to "shut down" the nervous system.

This can lead to muscle stiffness.

If a continuous direct current is applied (always on), the current will continuously stimulate the heart, which can easily cause ventricular fibrillation (irregular heartbeat), and may lead to cardiac arrest and death within seconds. Therefore, Taser guns apply the current in short bursts.

But what if the Taser was replaced with alternating current?

If the direction of the electric current changes back and forth, the person will die immediately.

"Therefore, alternating current is more harmful to the human body, while direct current is slightly safer, but if the amount is large, such as the 5-volt high-voltage pulsed direct current of a Taser, it can still electrocute a person."

Zhang Yue went back and forth to the mysterious Taoist temple again, released Chen Fulai, then tied him up with a red thread and ink line, and conducted an alternating current experiment.

"What, what are you going to do?!" Chen Fulai stared in horror at the flashing electricity between Zhang Yue's two fingers.

"Nothing much, just wanting you to contribute to science. By the way, guess how many volts of direct current this is?" Zhang Yue smiled wickedly, then brought two fingers together and cast the [Five Thunder Subduing Demons Spell] —

A slight electric current struck Chen Fulai.

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Through repeated inhumane experiments, Chen Fulai suffered a fate worse than death. Zhang Yue's lightning magic was only at the beginner level, and the DC current was below 220V, which couldn't kill him at all.

However, this direct current was the [Five Thunder Subduing Demons Spell] transformed from Zhang Yue's magic power. It was very effective against evil spirits, so it caused him extreme pain, but unfortunately, because the voltage was too low, it could not kill him.

It was tortured to the point of wishing it were dead.

After resting for a day, Zhang Yue returned again. This time, he tried to convert direct current into alternating current, but failed, once again tormenting Chen Fulai to the point of wishing he were dead.

For most people, this would have driven them mad or killed, but Chen Fulai was a vicious and eccentric individual. He couldn't even commit suicide; he was caught between a life-or-death situation.

"It's time to go and further my studies with Uncle Jiu."

Zhang Yue reopened Uncle Nine's world, choosing to return for further studies.

Yes, Zhang Yue hadn't forgotten to bring Uncle You's Five Elements Compass. Although it had many flaws, it was still a valuable item. He wondered if he could persuade the inventor, Master Four Eyes, to make it a little smaller.

Oh, and glasses too—

The glasses originally invented by Master Four Eyes emitted laser light by inputting magical power. Zhang Yue wanted to discuss with him to see if he could modify them to suit his current abilities, such as the ability to emit the Eclipse from the Eye of Life and Death.

Carrying a bag of pocket watches from the Republican era bought on Pinduoduo, along with some silver dollars, Zhang Yue planned to exchange them for more small silver dollars this time.

In modern times, gold prices have gone crazy.

In terms of wealth, companions, Dharma, and spiritual grounds, practitioners need a large amount of money without being stingy.

With a flash of white light, Zhang Yue disappeared from the spot.

But whether it was because too much time had passed, or because the timeline of Uncle Nine's world was advancing, Zhang Yue only discovered the [Imperial Edict] had reappeared after entering Uncle Nine's world.

[Imperial Edict]

[World: Mr. Spectre]

[Mission: Good and evil are irreconcilable; assist Uncle Nine in eliminating the bandit sorcerer]

On both sides are old-style houses with blue bricks and gray tiles. Old shops line the street, with grain and oil shops, cloth shops, and teahouses in succession, and the air is filled with the aroma of food.

Some pedestrians in long gowns strolled by slowly, and occasionally a woman in a cheongsam walked by gracefully with an oil-paper umbrella. Zhang Yue looked around and came to a pawnshop.

When he came out again, he had already pawned ten pocket watches. Pocket watches from the Republic of China era, depending on their condition and place of origin, were generally worth between 20 and 80 silver dollars.

Zhang Yue had the pawnshop owner settle the payment in gold. Although he still had some in his bag, he didn't want to spend too much at one pawnshop at once to avoid getting into trouble.

After exchanging the money, Zhang Yue checked the weather, found a teahouse, ordered food, and planned to go find Uncle Jiu after eating.

"Waiter, bring me a poached chicken, braised duck, braised pork knuckle, braised beef, and a pot of good wine. Oh, and two bowls of noodles too." "Alright, please wait a moment, sir."

The waiter greeted Zhang Yue warmly, and soon after, dishes were served on Zhang Yue's table.

Click!Click!Click!

Huh? Zhang Yue was just about to start eating when she noticed the Five Elements Compass had started spinning.

He looked up in surprise and saw a disheveled middle-aged man with a mustache and an umbrella walking into the teahouse, looking weary and worn.

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"Waiter, three steamed buns, a plate of pickles—never mind, just two steamed buns, and a cup of tea. By the way, your tea is free, right?"

The other person seemed very down on their luck and very poor, so they couldn't even bear to eat an extra steamed bun.

Seeing the table full of dishes on Zhang Yue's side, he swallowed hard, his eyes filled with undisguised longing.

Zhang Yue glanced at the Five Elements compass, which pointed precisely to the middle-aged man with the mustache, and simply cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Fellow Daoist—"

Since we've met by chance, why not stay together?

"This... isn't that a bit inappropriate? I don't have any money..." The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, but his feet betrayed him as he stood up and walked over.

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "It's alright, it's just a meal, it doesn't cost much."

"Well then, I won't stand on ceremony—I am Maoshan Ming." The middle-aged man sat down and happily poured himself a glass of wine, which he drank in one gulp, clearly indicating that he was a connoisseur of wine.

"My name is Zhang Yue, a disciple of Maoshan," Zhang Yue replied.

Mao Shanming glanced at Zhang Yue out of the corner of his eye and noticed that Zhang Yue's compass was spinning incessantly. He asked curiously, "Hey, fellow Daoist, why is your compass spinning so fast?"

Zhang Yue said, "Oh, it turns when it encounters something sinister—I'm annoyed too—"

Zhang Yue looked at the umbrella in Mao Shanming's hand with some frustration and confusion. He knew that it must contain the two ghosts, Da Bao and Xiao Bao.

In "Zombie Rebirth in Seven Days," it's understandable that it encountered a tall ghost messenger who wouldn't turn around; he was a government employee, not a vicious ghost.

But it didn't change its mind when it encountered the twin demons, nor when it encountered the several old ghosts kept at Uncle You's house. It only changed its mind when it saw Uncle Dong, this zombie, take shape.

Could it be that—Da Bao and Xiao Bao are even stronger than zombies?

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