Stop pretending, the fake heiress is actually a master of metaphysics.

Where is that cookbook?

The boss's eldest son went back to the kitchen and searched for a while before bringing out a yellowed and brittle paper book.

Shen Nian glanced at it disdainfully and didn't touch it.

"Will that monster... come back for this recipe? Can't we just give it back to him?"

Lin Xiyue leaned closer to the cookbook, sniffed it, and frowned, saying, "This booklet..."

"It smells like corpse oil."

Shen Nian said, "Otherwise, how do you think something made of paper could have been preserved for over a hundred years without decaying?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiyue also showed an expression of disgust.

"That zombie probably found its way here by following the smell of its own corpse oil."

"You'd better leave someone here to guard the place, lest he come back."

Lin Xiyue: "Master Shen, are you saying that the zombie will come back and hurt people again?"

"It's just a possibility that you'll be fully prepared."

That zombie will be a menace as long as it is not eliminated.

"Master Shen, where do you think the zombie might be hiding?"

Shen Nian thought for a moment and said, "Even high-level zombies have the characteristic of preferring shade and avoiding light. He shouldn't be hiding in a densely populated and noisy urban area."

"Go check the surrounding cemeteries and see which tombstone has loose soil. It's probably been disturbed, and the zombie is likely hiding underneath."

At this point, Shen Nian suddenly frowned, as if she had remembered something.

The Hundred Demon Banner incident, it seems... was also in a cemetery on the outskirts of Kyoto.

What was the situation like back then?

She summoned heavenly lightning to destroy the Hundred Ghost Banner, and the mystics who went with her... were they injured?

If that zombie was indeed hiding under that cemetery, having drunk the blood of the Celestial Master and survived the tribulation of heavenly lightning, it would surely have ascended to become a flying zombie, or even an even more terrifying being.

It was truly a twist of fate that created this monster.

Shen Nian pressed her forehead, thinking that if it really was such a coincidence, then it really was her fault.

Originally, I just wanted to bring Gu Yuncheng to see live zombies, but now I've found myself another thing to do.

Shen Nian sighed, patted the rice crumbs off his hands, and said to Lin Xiyue, "Be careful, this zombie is at least a flying zombie. If anything happens, just call me and I'll handle it."

Lin Xiyue was startled: "Can you be sure it's a flying zombie?"

If it really is a flying zombie, the Mystic Guild can handle it.

However, flying zombies are impervious to swords and bullets; even machine guns are useless against them. If it really is a flying zombie, the guild will probably have to report it to the Ministry of National Defense.

At that time, heavy firepower weapons will probably be needed to annihilate them... After all, no matter how terrifying flying zombies are, they are essentially carbon-based life forms, and there are no carbon-based life forms that atomic weapons cannot deal with.

Shen Nian: "...No need for that."

She did know what heavy firepower weapons were.

But that would result in too many casualties and losses.

It's just a tiny flying zombie... no need to make such a fuss.

Lin Xiyue touched her nose: "You have a solution?"

Shen Nian: "Heavenly lightning will suffice."

The last heavenly lightning was mainly aimed at the Hundred Ghost Banner. Even if the zombie survived the heavenly lightning, it was just a lucky escape.

There is no evil spirit that cannot be dealt with by a single bolt of heavenly lightning.

If that doesn't work, then two dishes will do.

Lin Xiyue: ...

Could the Heavenly Thunder, this old man, be summoned so easily by mortals like them?

Lin Xiyue wiped the sweat from her brow and chuckled dryly, "Thank you for your hard work today. We'll just keep watch from now on."

Shen Nian glanced at the zombie whose five senses had been sealed by Nuomi: "What do you plan to do with the corpse?"

Lin Xiyue paused for a moment: "Let's take it to be cremated later. Burn it all to ashes, so it won't turn into a zombie again."

If this were in Shen Nian's time, zombies would never be cremated.

Willow coffins must be used, and glutinous rice and copper coins must be thickly laid inside the coffin. Inscriptions for suppressing the corpse must be carved on the inside. After burial in a deep pit, lime must be sprinkled to isolate the moisture and earth energy.

Because the temperature of firewood in ancient times was not high enough to completely burn the zombies to ashes, and the zombies contained resentment and corpse poison, they might explode when exposed to fire. They might not only fail to burn the zombies to death, but also rekindle the resentment within them.

But nowadays, incinerators reach temperatures of over a thousand degrees Celsius, so there aren't as many restrictions.

However, Shen Nian still gave a reminder: "Before burning, soak the body in black dog blood with yellow cloth and wrap it. The incinerator must be thoroughly cleaned before burning, and nothing else can be mixed in. After burning a zombie, the incinerator must not be used to burn any other corpses."

Lin Xiyue nodded hurriedly.

As the two were discussing it, the boss's two sons suddenly spoke up: "My dad... my dad told us before that he shouldn't be cremated after he dies, but should be sent back to his hometown for burial, so that he can return to his roots."

Lin Xiyue frowned: "But he has turned into a zombie now. He is not just a corpse, but a zombie. You saw it just now. Zombies can run, jump, and kill. If he is not cremated and buried in the ground, how do you know that he won't be like that jumping zombie, able to crawl out and kill again hundreds of years later?"

"Furthermore, when you were transporting the bodies, did you consider how to transport them, or the safety of the other people?"

"We drove him back to his hometown ourselves. Anyway, now that he's a zombie, he probably won't decompose anymore."

Lin Xiyue sneered, "Aren't you afraid he'll climb out of the back and grab the steering wheel while you're driving?!"

"...Couldn't you send someone to follow us?"

The younger son shrank his neck, somewhat unconvinced.

Lin Xiyue rolled her eyes: "Do you think we're so free that we don't have time to be your bodyguard? There's also a flying zombie outside. If we can't find it soon, I'm afraid you won't survive the night!"

The two shrank back and didn't dare to say a word.

Shen Nian glanced at the two people's faces and felt that they were filled with a strong sense of death.

Do not live by committing sins.

She shook her head and lifted Gu Yuncheng by the back of his neck: "Then you guys stay here. I'll take my apprentice back first. Call me if anything happens."

"Oh, by the way, I'm taking someone to visit me at Shan Hai Prison tomorrow. Could you help me get an application submitted?"

The Mountain and Sea Prison is a special prison established by the Xuanmen (mystical sect). Its location is unique, within an ancient formation, making it difficult even for Xuanshu masters to enter.

"Who?"

"Shen Yingwei's adoptive mother."

Lin Xiyue thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Alright, then Hu Die, go back to the guild and send another team of field agents to search various cemeteries in Jinghai. Also, submit an application for Master Shen."

The ordinary people looked at each other for a moment, then asked, "Can we leave now?"

They'd had a terrifying night already, and now all they wanted was to get some rest.

Lin Xiyue shook her head: "You're all covered in the aura of death. I don't know if the zombie will attack you."

Although they have nothing to do with the recipes and are just working at the restaurant, it's safer to stay with them just in case.