The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 172 - 170 Goodbye, Big Zombie (Second Update)

Chapter 172: Chapter 170 Goodbye, Big Zombie (Second Update)

In recent years, even though tourism has flourished in Guyue County, people still often leave to work elsewhere, and after a long time, they don’t come back, leaving the houses visibly dilapidated.

At the end of a narrow path is a house with a tightly closed red door, a rusty iron lock hanging on it. Looking through the door crack, wild grass grows rampant, and a pitch-black coffin unexpectedly sits in the yard.

The green ghost shadow vanished upon arriving here.

By now, the sunset had completely slipped behind the mountains. The stone path leading to nearby houses was still illuminated, while the deepest part had been entirely swallowed by darkness, with an eerie silence all around.

Yun Qi stood on tiptoe, straining with a small hand to reach the large iron lock, grunting with effort. Finally, her fingertip nudged it, and the heavy lock fell from the latch.

With a casual push, Yun Qi opened the wooden door, the creak resonating slowly, like the malicious laughter of some unseen presence.

Yun Qi, however, was not afraid at all. Tilting her head, she stared at the coffin and walked over with steady steps, clicking her heels.

Circling the coffin a few times, she found it puzzling. Even in death, the local custom was a burial, not leaving a coffin out in the yard.

Thinking this, she reached out and patted the coffin lid.

Instantly, green light spots rose all around. In the yard, weeds grew rampant, trees sprouted massive canopies that devoured the surrounding houses, and vines snaked across the ground like poisonous serpents.

Moments ago a desolate courtyard, it had transformed into a dense and eerie primordial forest.

Green ghost fire danced nearby.

Yun Qi stood with her hands behind her back, her voice sweet and clear, "Come out, wasn’t it you who led me here?"

As the words left her mouth, she heard heavy breathing by her ear, one after another, resembling an old water buffalo.

Then with a rumble, a large fissure appeared on the ground, forming a mound that rose up.

Staggering back a few steps, Yun Qi looked up to see a giant humanoid emerging from the mound, turning to reveal itself: a gigantic zombie.

As big as a small mountain, its face shone stiffly with oily light, exuding a faint green hue. Its body was robust, with skin in a strange grayish-green, a fist-sized wound on its neck showing rolling white flesh but no blood.

The zombie looked at Yun Qi with its luminous green eyes and suddenly said in a calm voice, "Sit."

Yun Qi glanced around, speaking in a childish voice, "There’s nowhere to sit here, let’s just talk standing up."

Tilting her head, she eyed the big zombie up and down, placing a finger on her chin in sudden realization, "You’re a zombie that has cultivated into a Drought and then into a Hou, the legendary Zombie Ancestor."

"Hmm." Hou, breathing heavily, asked, "You’re not afraid of me?"

His voice was deep and rough, like distant thunder.

Yun Qi shook her little head, "What’s there to fear about a Hou, I’ve seen them in my father’s palace."

Nowadays, Spiritual Energy is sparse. Even if a corpse turns into a zombie, it’s mostly low-level ones. Droughts are extremely rare, and Hous even rarer.

But in the past, becoming a Hou wasn’t that difficult.

"Your father is a Hou too?"

"Of course not," Yun Qi tilted her head, laughing sweetly, "My father is the Fengdu Ghost King, the legendary Beiyin Emperor, haven’t you heard of him?"

Hou had indeed heard of the Fengdu Ghost King, so he gave Yun Qi another look, "No wonder you’re not afraid of me, growing up in the Netherworld?"

Yun Qi shook her head, "I grew up in the human world, I have family. Did you lead me here knowing I was looking for you?"

"Yes, I saw you that day at that smelly Taoist’s house."

"Oh, I see, that jumping corpse was your creation, just to scare that smelly Taoist."

"For years, he used Evil Techniques to refine corpses, creating many Evil Corpses, tarnishing our zombie clan’s reputation, so I wanted to teach him a lesson. I turned the corpses in his room into jumping corpses and awakened the ones buried in his yard, intending to seize the opportunity to deal with him."

"Your zombie clan has a reputation?" Yun Qi widened her eyes, asking curiously.

"Said like that," Hou gave Yun Qi a reproachful look, "who doesn’t want a good reputation? Our zombie clan relies on self-cultivation. Corpses absorb resentful energy to form low-level zombies, initially as dumb as pigs. After countless years, only a few can develop intelligence, then cultivate into Droughts and eventually become Hous, enduring hundreds or thousands of years of trials. Yet, a smelly Taoist with a few petty Spells created so many Evil Corpses. With so many, it will eventually cause human panic, and Heavenly Dao might fixate on us. Wouldn’t that disrupt what you humans call the biological balance?"

Yun Qi was stunned, left speechless for a moment but also very impressed.

A thousand-year-old zombie actually understood the need to keep up with the times.

"Did you lead me here just to tell me this?" Yun Qi asked again.

"Yes, I heard you had a fight with Lei Shou the other day. That old guy couldn’t even beat you. I think you’re impressive. Moreover, you purified all those Evil Corpses and helped them reincarnate, you’re a good girl." Hou said, reaching out a massive hand, intending to pat Yun Qi’s head.

Hesitating, he withdrew it, squatted on the ground, and sighed, gasping like thunder, "Just forget it, no one would like our zombie clan."

Yun Qi giggled, walked over, and sat on a wooden stump, with her hands propping her cheeks, looking at Hou innocently and adorably, then reached out and patted Hou’s body.

"People always say zombies are scary, but this big guy isn’t scary at all."

Hou was stunned for a moment before laughing out loud.

"When you cultivate to a certain level, you don’t want to harm anyone. I, too, walked the path of consuming and harming people. Because of ancient corpse driving here, there is heavy yin energy leading to frequent corpse transformations. With many zombies, people used to fear us. After becoming a Drought, I stopped harming people, focusing on guarding this place. Later I became a Hou; they all called me the Zombie Ancestor. If you ever need my help, just say the word. As long as I can help, I won’t stand idly by."

Yun Qi nodded, "Okay."

"Then I’ll be off." Hou said, standing up, snapping his fingers, and everything instantly returned to normal.

Yun Qi was still on the stone path, in front of the red-painted door with the big iron lock.

She waved her hand toward the coffin inside, "Goodbye, big zombie."

After saying that, she turned and started to head back.

Qin Luo was still standing in place. Seeing her joyful bouncing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "What happened?"

"No worries, Qi made a big friend." Yun Qi raised her little face, speaking happily.

At this moment, in Hai City, at the Lei Family’s house.

Little Yezi had gone to kindergarten, and Little Yezi’s mother went out shopping at the supermarket.

Terrified, Little Yezi’s father Lei Wanchun hid trembling in a cupboard, dialing a phone number with shivering hands:

"Master Zhang, are you busy now? I-I-I have ghosts at home."

A calm voice came from the phone, "Don’t be afraid, I’m listening, you speak."