Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Yangjiazhuang is built at the foot of a small hill, and you can go directly to the back of the hill through the back gate.

The hill behind the mountain is the resting place of the ancestors of the Yang family, and is also called the ancestral hill by the Yang family.

This mountain is just a common hill, with a low height and gentle slope, not exceeding 100 zhang (approximately 33 meters). It consists of a series of undulating hills, which are very suitable for agriculture and residence.

On Zuqiu Mountain, the three young masters of the Yang family, each with their own retinue, led the way with torches held high, while Zhou Qingfeng and his group followed behind. The group moved swiftly and orderly toward the ancestral graves.

Fortunately, this is the ancestral burial site of the Yang clan. The surrounding demons and monsters are cleaned up once a year to avoid disturbing the peace of the ancestors, which results in relatively few demons and monsters on Zuqiu Mountain.

When the group arrived at Yang Jianxin's burial site, the three sons of the Yang family immediately knelt before the tombstone and kowtowed to apologize, hoping that their father could forgive their great disrespect.

After apologizing, the three sons of the Yang family ordered people to dig up the grave and move the coffin to the ground.

When I saw my father's grave being dug up and his coffin being dragged up.

The three Yang brothers' eyes welled up with tears. The thought of their father, already buried, being dug up and publicly desecrated filled them with guilt, grief, and helplessness, causing them to suffer a second mental blow.

The three brothers faced the coffin, knelt down, and tears streamed down their faces.

Yang Dalang crawled on his knees until he reached the coffin. He performed a deep bow and sobbed, “Father, your unfilial son has no choice but to open the coffin and examine the body today, just to seek justice for you. I beg your forgiveness.”

"We beg Father's forgiveness." Yang Erlang and Yang Sanlang also knelt down and bowed deeply.

Zhou Qingfeng remained silent. He could understand the grief of the three Yang brothers, but he couldn't empathize with them. He could never truly understand the pain of losing a loved one until it happened to him personally.

In fact, Yang Jianxin died a very thorough death.

The death of a cultivator at the Devouring Fiend Realm is not simply a matter of the soul dissipating and the body perishing, but rather the shattering of the Life Palace. Once the Life Palace shatters, all cultivation is lost, and the life soul also perishes.

If the life soul is gone, even if the other two souls, seven spirits, and physical body still exist, it's useless.

Conversely, as long as the life soul still exists, even if the two souls and seven spirits dissipate and the physical body is gone, one can still find and replenish the missing two souls and seven spirits and the physical body through other means, and live a second life.

In other words, what the three Yang brothers were saying at that moment was actually for themselves, for the living, and an attempt to comfort themselves and convince themselves to overcome this mental hurdle.

Zhou Qingfeng waited quietly by his side for a while without urging them, giving the three Yang brothers enough respect and time to ease their grief. However, he underestimated the depth of their sorrow.

Yang Sanlang was relatively young and the youngest son, so he was pampered by his parents at home. In his extreme grief, he cried so hard that he almost passed out.

Yang Dalang and Yang Erlang, the two elder brothers, quickly helped their younger brother up.

Yang Dalang wiped away his tears and said, "Second brother, take the third brother to the side to avoid him. Don't let him watch our father being exhumed and examined. I'm afraid he won't be able to handle such a shock."

"Okay, big brother." Yang Erlang helped Yang Sanlang to the side, so that the third brother wouldn't see the terrible scene.

Yang Dalang took a deep breath to calm his grief, then waved to his followers, ordering them all to turn their backs and step back at least ten paces, and not to look back without his command.

As the eldest son of the Yang family, Yang Dalang had to consider the dignity of his father after his death.

"Commander Zhou, we can now open the coffin and examine the body."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng nodded and said, "Young Master Yang, would you like to excuse yourself?"

Yang Dalang looked resolute and shook his head, saying, "No need. I can handle it. If I can't even handle this little thing, how can I possibly support the century-old foundation of my Yang family?"

Zhou Qingfeng said no more, and beckoned with his hand: "Grave Digger, it's your turn."

The gravedigger slowly stepped forward, holding a magic shovel. He gently tapped the coffin lid, and the heavy lid, weighing a thousand pounds, was pushed into the ground. However, there was another inner coffin inside the outer coffin.

When a person dies, the body is first placed in an inner coffin, which is then sealed, usually by nails or a special mortise and tenon structure to secure the lid.

Next, the entire inner coffin is placed inside the outer coffin, which also has its own lid, which is larger than the inner coffin's lid, in order to completely cover and protect the inner coffin.

Therefore, a coffin is a coffin, and a casket is a casket; the two should not be confused.

The gravedigger stepped forward and glanced at the inner coffin, keenly observing the abnormality of the coffin nails. He then turned to Zhou Qingfeng, his voice low and hoarse: "The inner coffin has been opened repeatedly."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng cast a questioning glance at Yang Dalang.

Yang Dalang asked blankly, "What do you mean? What do you mean the inner coffin was opened repeatedly?"

Everyone has their own expertise, and Yang Dalang, being the son of a powerful and wealthy family, was completely unfamiliar with the professional terminology of gravediggers.

The gravedigger, used to this, calmly said, "Before us, someone pried open the coffin nails and then nailed them back in. Generally, when this happens, it basically means the tomb has been robbed."

"Huh?" Yang Dalang looked shocked. "How is this possible? Who would dare to rob my Yang family's ancestral graves?"

Upon hearing this, the gravedigger glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, who crossed his arms and gave him a look that said, "Keep talking." Only then did the gravedigger continue speaking.

"Judging from the traces left at the scene, the tomb raider was definitely a novice with little experience."

"Moreover, the young chicken was worried that the Yang family would find out about the tomb raiding, so he nailed the coffin back in."

"It's just that the coffin-nailing technique was so poor that it was obvious at a glance that it had been opened repeatedly."

"Based on my personal experience, there are two methods for nailing coffin nails. The methods are very amateurish. As expected, it was two people working together to dig up burial objects. Moreover, the tomb robbers were definitely from Yangjiazhuang."

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalang flew into a rage: "Nonsense! Who are you to dare spout such nonsense here? Without any evidence, how dare you accuse my Yang clan of stealing the burial goods of our ancestors!"

Zhou Qingfeng reached out and patted Yang Dalang's arm, saying calmly, "This gravedigger is a professional coroner I invited. Since he dares to say this, he must have some evidence. Please calm down, Young Master Yang, and let him finish."

Yang Dalang temporarily calmed his anger and, out of respect for Zhou Qingfeng, decided to listen to what was going on.

The gravedigger bluntly stated: "This was not done by professional grave robbers, because professional grave robbers would loot all the deceased's belongings, and even take away the body and coffin to sell for money."

"Even some novice who want to take risks and steal the burial goods of the dead will loot all the valuable robes, ritual objects and valuables. They would never be kind enough to bury the coffin back in its original state."

“Only the people of Yangjiazhuang would go to such lengths to cover up their crime of robbing ancestral graves in this way.”

"I've seen far too many cases of embezzlement; it's nothing unusual."

After a pause, the tomb raider continued to state the facts: "Although this group of people are not very skilled at tomb raiding, they are not stupid. Unless someone moves the ancestral graves, it is highly unlikely that the stolen burial goods will be discovered."

"If Young Master Yang wants to verify whether what I said is correct, it's actually very simple. Just come and see for yourself when the museum opens."

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalang simply did not believe it and snorted coldly: "Open the museum if you want, but if I find out that you are talking nonsense, I will personally cut out your tongue. This is the price you must pay for tarnishing the reputation of my Yang family!"

The gravedigger said hoarsely, "Sure, but I must warn you, the corpse in this coffin has already turned into a zombie. Don't ask me how I know; I have my own ways of investigating. According to the rules of the trade, I will not open a coffin that has already turned into a zombie. It could easily be fatal. If you open the coffin, be careful not to get yourself killed."

"Hmph, who are you trying to scare? I am a cultivator at the Devouring Fiend Realm, who can kill me instantly?"

Both sides were very confident. The gravedigger was confident in his years of experience in digging up graves, while Yang Dalang was very confident in his clan. He did not believe that his clan would steal the burial goods from their ancestral graves to sell for money.

Yang Dalang stepped forward and removed the coffin nails from the inner coffin one by one with his bare hands, then lifted the coffin lid.

Just then, a terrifying claw suddenly reached out from inside the coffin and dragged Yang Dalang into it.

The gravedigger had an indifferent look in his eyes and a calm expression. He planted his shovel on the ground and leaped backward, instantly retreating more than a hundred meters away. He had no intention of saving anyone and was ready to run away at any moment.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng decisively retreated behind the old cripple and ordered, "Save him! Quickly save him! Young Master Yang has been dragged into a coffin! Don't just stand there like idiots, go save him!"

Upon hearing this, the old cripple leaned on his cane, intending to step forward and break open the coffin to rescue the person, but Zhou Qingfeng grabbed his shoulder and said, "Mr. Liao, your legs are not convenient, you don't need to worry about rescuing people, you just stay by my side."

Faced with an emergency, Zhou Qingfeng wouldn't care about the lives of others; his priority was ensuring his own safety. As for the old cripple, this great expert, he shouldn't go anywhere; having him by his side was the greatest guarantee.

"Ah~~~" A shrill scream came from the coffin: "Father, Father, it's me, it's Dalang."

"What's going on?" The servants around them had their backs turned and were confused about what was happening.

Yang Erlang and Yang Sanlang, who were in the distance, saw it clearly and immediately shouted anxiously, "What are you bunch of good-for-nothings standing there for? Hurry up and dismantle the coffin! Save the person! Can't you see the corpse has come back to life?"

"Young Master, save the Young Master!" The servants rushed toward the coffin, holding torches and shouting.

With a loud crash, the coffin shattered into pieces, sending the rushing servants flying.

A humanoid, terrifying zombie stood still, its sharp claws like ten blades embedded in Yang Dalang's flesh and bone, biting and tearing at Yang Dalang's neck, emitting fierce growls.

Its eyes were eerie green, it was bald and naked, its limbs were twisted, its skin was cracked and greenish, its body was surrounded by a blue light, and it was covered with wounds and pustules.

Such a terrifying sight, especially in the dead of night, inspires fear.

Despite the pain, Yang Dalang formed a hand seal with one hand, looked at the withered tree in the distant grass, and indeed cast a spell: "Shifting Positions!"

With a whoosh, Yang Dalang escaped from the zombie's mouth in an instant, and in his place, a piece of wood was being held in the zombie's arms and torn apart.

Yang Dalang appeared at the spot where the dead tree was, and coughed up a mouthful of black blood. He covered his neck with one hand to stop the bleeding, but a large amount of blood still flowed down between his fingers.

He, a cultivator at the Fiend Realm, wouldn't die so easily, but being attacked by a Fiend-level zombie wasn't going to be easy either.

The open wound made him feel his body's vitality rapidly slipping away.

Fortunately, Yang Dalang had learned some high-level medical techniques, which allowed him to heal his injuries.

"Big brother, are you alright?" The second and third sons of the Yang family quickly came to their eldest brother's side and asked with concern.

"I was careless, but I won't die for now. Let's capture the zombie alive first!" He calmly stopped the bleeding, called on his two brothers who were at the Devouring Fiend Realm to join him, and the dozens of servants could only harass from the outside, constantly distracting the Fiend-level zombie and creating opportunities for the young masters.

"Mr. Liao, what type of zombie is this?" Zhou Qingfeng quickly searched his memory for records of monsters in the Record of Gods and Demons, but found no similar records.

The old cripple squinted and shook his head, saying, "There are many kinds of zombies, and there are some I've never seen before. In short, it's best to be careful."

Unseen monsters and demons are often the most dangerous.

It is the unknown that makes it fatal.

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and looked around. He saw that the gravedigger was hiding far away and had no intention of getting involved in the fight. It was obvious that he had only taken the money for the autopsy and was only doing the autopsy work, without contributing any extra effort.

The three Yang brothers were all cultivators at the Food Fiend Realm.

Normally, the three of them should have no problem subduing a mere level-evil zombie.

However, the three Yang brothers were shocked to discover that they could not kill this evil-level zombie at all.

Even if this evil-level zombie is cut into three pieces, each piece can continue to fight independently.

The ears on its head can transform into two freely retractable meat knives, the blood vessels in its neck can transform into a dozen green octopus legs, and only when its mouth is open and it hisses can you see that its oral cavity is filled with densely packed, layered teeth.

The two nipples on the torso's chest transformed into two blue eyes, the navel split open into a gaping maw, and the intestines protruded from the broken waist and abdomen, transforming into green chain blades that replaced the hands and feet for movement and combat.

Its lower body simply turned into a writhing pool of green flesh, flowing rapidly like liquid, instinctively darting through narrow rock crevices, appearing and disappearing unpredictably to ambush living people.

Furthermore, once these remains of demonic creatures come into contact, they will quickly merge into one, making them impossible to kill. Even if the fiery energy burns away a portion of their flesh, the missing flesh of the fiery-level zombie can quickly regenerate.

The dozens of servants who came to the battlefield to help draw the enemy's attention, creating an opportunity for the three Yang brothers to attack. They have been injured or killed one after another and have fallen one by one.

After observing the battle for a while, Zhou Qingfeng had basically figured out the basic characteristics of this zombie. So, he stood with his hands behind his back, giving tactical advice from the sidelines, and said loudly, "The three young masters should not blindly attack and kill."

"This zombie is extremely difficult to kill; the flesh that is cut off will split into a new monster."

"Let the zombie's remains fuse together, and then try to capture the whole zombie."

As soon as he finished speaking, the body, which resembled a mass of minced meat, quickly disappeared into a crevice in the rock. In the blink of an eye, it leaped out from another crevice and flew towards Zhou Qingfeng's face like lightning.

Upon seeing this, the three Yang brothers were terrified: "Commander Zhou, be careful!!!"

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