Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 242

However, at that moment, two annoying voices suddenly came from outside the door.

Upon hearing their words, Uncle Nine was furious. He was here to solve their problem, and these two lads were out playing with that female ghost.

"Squeak!!!"

Finally, the two reached the living room.

"Hoohoohoo!!"

Instantly, a large amount of cold wind blew over the two of them, causing them to shiver.

"Master, why aren't the lights on so late at night?"

"Yes, it's so cold!"

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng complained.

"Holy crap, Qiu Sheng, look who those ghost messengers are!"

Wen Cai's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he pointed at the four ghost messengers around him and hurriedly said!

Qiu Sheng was so frightened when he saw it that his legs went weak.

"boom!!!"

At that moment, a terrifying aura burst forth from Uncle Nine's body.

In an instant, the powerful force slammed Wencai and Qiusheng to the ground.

"Hmph, you've caused a huge disaster and don't even realize it, yet you're still having fun here!"

Uncle Nine snorted coldly and looked at the two of them with icy eyes.

Then, he looked at the ghost messengers beside him.

"These two kids are my disciples, but in this state, I don't want to save them anymore. Do whatever you want with them!"

Uncle Nine has also simply given up!

"Ah? Master, you can't do this!"

"Yes, are you going to hand us over to them? Wouldn't that mean we'd die?"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai thought they were about to die, and they were so frightened that they grabbed Uncle Jiu's leg and cried out!

Even the ghost messengers panicked after hearing Uncle Nine's words.

If Uncle Nine doesn't help, they definitely won't be able to find all the ghosts, and they'll be dismissed from their posts!

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need for this. He's your disciple after all. Here's what we'll do: as long as you help us find all the ghosts, we'll let bygones be bygones!"

However, we must do this within three days. After three days, the gates of hell will close, and we must bring back enough ghosts!

The leader of the underworld officials also had a cold glint in his eyes before he solemnly addressed Uncle Nine.

After hearing his words, Uncle Nine glanced at Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng lying on the ground and pondered for a moment.

"Alright, if that's the case, then it's decided!"

"As long as you all don't report this matter, I'll give each of you 100 million yuan in ghost money as a token of my gratitude!"

Uncle Nine nodded slightly, then bowed slightly to the four of them.

Upon hearing his words, all four ghost messengers' eyes lit up with excitement—100 million ghost coins!

That's equivalent to a hundred years' worth of their wages!

"Alright, then we'll go to the underworld and wait for your good news!"

The four ghost messengers nodded slightly, and instantly opened the passage to the underworld, disappearing from Uncle Nine's sight.

"They...they're gone!?"

"They're not killing us anymore?"

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were immediately excited when they saw this scene!

"Who said I was going to kill you? At most, I'll just send you to the deepest hell so you can never be reborn!"

Upon hearing their words, Uncle Nine kicked the two good-for-nothing disciples, sending them rolling several times on the ground.

"What? Down to the eighteenth level of hell? What are we going to do, Master?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng's expression changed drastically; he finally realized that the truth had come out.

"We're doomed, we're doomed! It's all that Xiao Li's fault! She bewitched us! It's not our fault, Master!"

Wencai's face fell, and he almost burst into tears!

"Hmph! What else can we do? Catch all the ghosts you let go! Catch back as many as you let go!"

The underworld only cares about quantity, not people!

Uncle Nine snorted coldly!

"Huh? Catch them all? That's hundreds of them!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng was filled with despair. How could they possibly catch hundreds of people in three days?

"It's impossible for one person to catch them! We'll have to ask our fellow disciples for help!"

Uncle Nine also sighed softly.

Then they arrived at the ancestral hall, drew a talisman, and burned it along with tens of thousands of ghost money for the ancestral master of the underworld!

"Disciple Yimei, a Taoist priest from Maoshan, begs the assistance of all ancestral masters and fellow disciples to capture the wandering spirit!"