The Urban Medical Martial Immortal

Chapter 1846 - 1838: Putting on an Act

A good thing?

Jia Weicheng didn’t get it.

But before he came.

He already knew that this time he was here to assist the National Security Bureau in taking out the Zombies in this area.

Recently there were even wild rumors about a thousand-year-old zombie appearing, throwing the nearby area into panic.

And before that.

They had to perform a ritual first!

With Zhang Gaoshuang being this solemn, Jia Weicheng didn’t dare say another word.

"If you offend Young Master Zhang, there’s absolutely no good end for you! Once Director Zhang arrives, none of you are leaving!"

Jia Weicheng secretly glanced at Lin Tian, his eyes seething with resentment and anger.

Zhang Gaoshuang’s father, Zhang Fu, was the director of the Jiao Zhou National Security Branch. Jia Weicheng had heard his name since he was a child—tremendously prestigious!

It was said that Zhang Fu was not only the man behind some local consortia, but also a first-rate big shot, rumored to possess terrifying superpowers.

Though he didn’t know if that was true, he was definitely an existence far more frightening than Zhou He!

In his eyes, dealing with a few grasshoppers like Lin Tian and the others would be effortless.

Not to mention, this was the Eastern Mountain Land!

And at this moment.

Seeing Zhou He go up to greet the elder getting out of the car, Zhang Gaoshuang left Lin Tian behind and hurried over as well.

Seeing this, Jia Yun also didn’t dare slack off, hastily dragging Jia Weicheng over.

"Who is that old man? For someone like Zhou He to be so respectful, his background must be no joke!"

Standing to the side, Wang Xiangli looked over in surprise, then turned back to Lin Tian.

Bu Xuan also furrowed his brows, nodding in puzzlement, clearly confused.

"Yeah, his background shouldn’t be small."

Lin Tian had also noticed that elder with the copper sword on his back. His eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a soft, cold chuckle.

A copper sword strapped to his back, Yin Yang Ancient Clothes on his body—he looked exactly like an Onmyoji.

But when Lin Tian’s Divine Sense swept over and landed on the old man, a flash of cold light flickered in his eyes.

Late-stage Foundation Establishment Stage!

The old man’s background was far from ordinary!

Not only was his Cultivation powerful, but the aura on him was rather strange as well!

Lin Tian’s expression didn’t change. He wanted to see what kind of show Zhang Gaoshuang and the others were planning to put on.

They were here to clear out Zombies.

With the strength of the National Security Bureau, having a superpower expert make a move would be enough. There was no need for this messy nonsense at all!

If.

It were just to put on a ritual to calm people like Zhou He, then fine.

Call in a real Onmyoji or Ghost Hunting master or something, that’d be whatever.

But the one who came was a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator!

"Master He, please, this way. My father will be here shortly!"

Zhang Gaoshuang received Master He and walked toward the Wanghai Pavilion.

When he reached the gate, he nodded to the three men who had originally been guarding the entrance, then led Master He and the others inside.

"You three, please. Master He and Young Master Zhang are here, you can go in now."

One of the three superpower users guarding the gate looked over at Lin Tian and the others with a broad smile, sneering as he spoke.

Seeing this.

Bu Xuan’s face had already darkened to iron blue.

"Captain... this is too much!"

Bu Xuan was furious, unable to swallow it.

And Wang Xiangli’s face at this moment was flickering with killing intent as he whispered to Lin Tian, "Kill them?"

"Why so murderous? No rush. We’re here to see Zombies, and the real show is still ahead. Killing these people, for me, is nothing but a flick of the finger—no need to hurry."

Lin Tian glanced at the two of them, smiled faintly, shook his head, and said, "Come on, let’s go in and take a look too."

A show?

Whoosh~

Bu Xuan and Wang Xiangli simultaneously let out a breath, their bodies shivering, then followed in Lin Tian’s footsteps.

They had already witnessed Lin Tian’s methods and strikes at the National Security Bureau.

They understood.

This guy might be all smiles one moment, and the next unleash Thunder and kill without blinking!

The courtyard wasn’t big, but it felt deep and damp.

All around was overgrown with weeds, with broken redwood and walls lying askew in the grass, everything exuding a rotting, ancient staleness.

"Mr. Lin..."

They had just walked in when Zhou He came back toward them, greeted Lin Tian with a bitter smile, and said, "That Master He is no ordinary figure. Zhang Gaoshuang is the son of our Jiao Zhou National Security Branch director, practically a little prince of Mizhou City. We can’t exactly disrespect him. If I’ve been neglectful, I hope Mr. Lin can forgive me."

"It’s fine."

Lin Tian’s face remained calm. He shook his head and said, "If Zombies have appeared, you can just eliminate them directly. Why perform this ritual?"

"Mr. Lin, you may not know—this is Wanghai Pavilion. From here, deeper into Jiao Zhou Ridge is an Ancient Battlefield, littered with Chaotic Tombs. The Zombie is said to have come from there. It’s an ominous place."

As Zhou He led the way, he explained solemnly, "Young Master Zhang invited Master He here to use a captured Zombie as a Jee sacrifice and cleanse the unclean things. Rumor has it that Corpse Souls and other ghosts have already come over here, and Master He can deal with them one by one. That way we ordinary people can feel at ease."

Corpse Souls and ghosts?

What a joke.

Lin Tian shook his head inwardly, but his face stayed neutral as he nodded. "Let’s go take a look."

Right now he wanted to see exactly what trick Zhang Gaoshuang was playing.

At the very back of the courtyard.

The sack containing the Zombie had already been carried to the very center of the yard.

"Young Master Zhang, i-is there really a Zombie in there?"

Jia Weicheng, standing off to the side, asked Zhang Gaoshuang in a trembling voice.

It wasn’t just Jia Weicheng—Jia Yun and Zhou He beside him were also visibly ill at ease.

A Zombie... they’d only seen those in movies and TV dramas!

A real Zombie was beyond anything they’d dared imagine!

"It should be."

Zhang Gaoshuang was obviously a bit frightened as well. He nodded and then turned to Master He. "Master, what do we do next?"

"Let it out."

Master He still wore a deep, inscrutable expression as he spoke directly to Zhang Gaoshuang.

Zhang Gaoshuang naturally didn’t dare do it himself. He immediately ordered the three men who had guarded the Wanghai Pavilion entrance to come open the sack.

The three didn’t dare slack off and could only grit their teeth and get to work.

"Ah... shit!"

The black sack was yanked open, revealing a Zombie taller than a man, its whole body pitch-black and reeking, its eyes sunken, its teeth bared and chilling—utterly terrifying. Jia Weicheng was the first to scream in fright.

Even Jia Yun and Zhou He and the others instinctively backed away, faces full of fear.

Even the three superpower users who had opened the sack looked a little pale.

"Captain, it really is a Zombie. This is my first time seeing one!"

Bu Xuan swallowed hard, took a step back to stand behind Lin Tian, and said nervously.

Standing beside him, Wang Xiangli also took a deep breath and said, "I’ve heard there are departments that specialize in handling supernatural incidents and Zombies. Rumor has it they’ve seen Zombies and they’re terrifying. This is my first time seeing one too, and sure enough! This thing’s been restrained—otherwise its strength wouldn’t be low. Add that appearance, and anyone would fear it three parts."

Only Lin Tian’s expression remained unchanged, without the slightest ripple.

Because he’d seen Demons and gods countless times more terrifying than this. A mere Zombie wasn’t enough to scare him at all.

"Next I will perform the ritual. You all just watch and don’t speak."

Master He had already laid out a Jee altar and various items on the ground. Copper sword in hand, he warned Lin Tian and the others in a cold voice.

Then he began chanting under his breath, his body hopping about, the copper sword waving again and again, occasionally sending forth bursts of flame.

Especially a short while later, when the previously inert Zombie suddenly had glimmers of light flicker in its eyes.

This terrified Zhou He and the other ordinary people so much their whole bodies trembled.

Ka-cha, ka-cha~

No one knew how much time had passed when suddenly, the Zombie actually sat upright, its jagged teeth clacking together in a grating sound. Jia Weicheng was so frightened he fell flat on his butt.

"Receive!"

Master He suddenly shouted, pointing his sword at the Zombie. A sudden gust of Yin wind whipped up around them, making many people present shudder and turn pale, as if plunged into an ice cellar.

Only.

Lin Tian’s eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on Master He, cold light flickering in his pupils. "Putting on a show. This Zombie... did it really form on its own?"