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

Chapter 467

It's so strange that there are two short ones and one long one.

Zhang Dadan noticed the problem and looked at Ling Yanyan with a puzzled expression, asking, "Master Ling, how did these incense sticks turn out like this?" Although he wasn't very knowledgeable about Taoism, he could still understand what was going on.

There was something wrong with this at first glance, and even Zhang Dadan felt it was somewhat eerie.

Seeing that Zhang Dadan knew to ask him, Ling Yanyan nodded and said with some relief, "You're right, there is indeed a problem. You know, people are very afraid of death, and incense is also very superstitious about two short and one long. The fact that these incense sticks have become like this means there is only one possibility."

Zhang Dadan asked in bewilderment, "What's possible?" "That means it has turned into a death warrant."

Upon hearing Ling Yanyan's words, Zhang Dadan gasped in shock, completely unprepared for such a turn of events.

This is terrifying! Something bad could happen just from offering incense.

He felt a pang of regret; if he had known things would turn out this way, he wouldn't have gone to offer incense.

When Shiwu heard Ling Yanyan say the same thing, his heart skipped a beat, thinking of the book his senior brother had shown him before.

He quickly replied, "Fellow Daoist Ling, I know that."

As he spoke, he quickly took out the book that his senior brother had given him from the bookshelf, opened it, and looked at the pictures on it.

"This is indeed the so-called 'death-bringing incense'."

When Ling Yanyan saw his movement, she glanced at his book and her lips twitched slightly after seeing the words on it.

I don't know who wrote this. It's so ugly. The handwriting is messy and there are some mistakes.

Some of them are even illegible, and you can't tell what's written on them.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Master Xu's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.

His expression turned serious, and he sighed, saying, "It seems something bad is going to happen to someone in the Ma Yi Sect. You should be careful." Ling Yan Yan raised an eyebrow upon seeing this. It seemed that Master Xu was quite capable, even knowing this.

He said calmly, "That's right. Even my senior brother, Uncle Jiu, once said that if someone's family burns incense and it turns out like this, someone will definitely die. I just don't know if it's someone from the Ma Yi Sect or Happy Town who will die."

When they met on the first day of the Lunar New Year, they both said the same thing, which showed that this was no small matter, as they had never encountered anything like this in all these years.

But now it has actually appeared.

This made Chu Yi's expression very serious. He slowly said, "Whether it's Happy Town or the Hemp Clothes Sect, it's all bad news. I have to ask the Ancestral Master about this matter."

This is a very big deal for Mai-men.

Fifteen nodded. He hadn't taken it seriously last night, but now he understood completely.

This matter is very serious. He nodded and said, "Okay, senior brother."

Seeing the serious expressions on everyone's faces, Zhang Dadan instantly realized that something big was about to happen.

He sighed inwardly and silently prayed for the Ma Yi Sect.

Fifteen immediately went to prepare the items for communicating with spirits. Although the Ma Yi Sect had fallen on hard times, some of its things had still been passed down.

He moved very quickly, and in just a few minutes, he placed a basin of spirit sand in front of the altar.

Then Chu Yi took two steps forward, stood in front of the spirit medium, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and chanted incantations.

Within minutes, Chu Yi's whole appearance became strange, as if his soul had left his body.

His hands began to move, tracing patterns on the psychic sand, and finally four words appeared.

A vengeful ghost is at work.

Fifteen was standing next to First Year, and was the first to see those four words. His brows furrowed tightly.

But the first-year student's hand hadn't stopped; it continued to write something, stroke by stroke.