Outside the town of Pyeongchang, somewhere on a barren hill.

In the afternoon, the autumn sun falls like a drizzle, reflecting the mountains and fields in all directions, and even the breeze that blows seems to be dyed with a bit of warmth.

Ji Qiu was standing on an open wasteland at the moment, and in front of him were dozens of uneven mounds of different sizes, and at the head of the mounds, tombstones with plausible shapes were standing crookedly.

This is one of several burial sites chosen by Feng Shui masters for the people of Pyeongchang Town. As long as it is the people of the town, whether they are rich or rich in life, old or young, and buried after death, most of them will choose here.

Although the cemetery is the most noisy, the barren slope at the moment does not seem to be peaceful, because around Ji Qiu, there is still a large group of townspeople who are chattering and shouting loudly.

Although the Midyear Festival is approaching, this group of people is obviously not here to worship their ancestors.

They came to see the excitement.

Today is the day when the rich gentry of Pyeongchang Town appointed the permanent master to lift his father's coffin and move the burial. The so-called "coffin relocation" means that the coffins of the ancestors who have died and have been buried for a long time are taken out of the soil again, and then buried in another cemetery.

It is said that when the former owner of the Ren family was buried, a feng shui master found Ren Chang and chose a feng shui treasure place for his father, the so-called "dragonfly point water hole". This hole is one zhang three wide, the heart of the hole is only three feet, three zhang four long, the blessing position is gathered in four feet, the mountains below converge, from the sky, it is like a dragonfly in the water after the ripples on the lake surface.

These news were all inquired by Ji Qiu from the shopkeeper, as for what dragon search and cave exploration and the like, he didn't know anything, a few minutes ago, he also tried to stand on a higher hillside and look down, but he couldn't find anything except the bare dirt slope, except for a feeling of uncertainty.

In front of him is a mausoleum covering an area of nearly five or six meters wide, the whole body is white, and the square tomb is surrounded by a circle of carved railings like a wall, like a courtyard with a high gate and a deep mansion, and the surrounding broken tombs are obviously not of the same grade.

In front of the tomb, a middle-aged man dressed in gray ayara, with a jade hanging around his waist and a wrench ring in his hand, heard the noisy sound behind him and couldn't help frowning. He turned around, and then waved his hand, only to see four or five strong men dressed as family members step forward, form a circle in front of the mausoleum, and then put the stick in his hand horizontally, and then pushed a large crowd of onlookers around him towards the open space in the distance.

The voices of the crowd were dissatisfied, but it was obvious that people didn't want to offend the Ren family, and after a while, they were all pushed aside.

Ji Qiu mixed in the crowd, and also stood in the distance, after a while, people seemed to notice something, he turned around and looked, and saw a middle-aged man in a yellow robe on the mountain road in the distance, accompanied by two other young men, walking towards the mausoleum.

"Uncle Nine!" Ren in front of the tomb often saw each other, hurriedly called, and then walked over with a few family members around him, and after each side saluted, he took the other party back to the tomb.

Ji Qiu looked over and saw that the man's face was handsome, his temples were frosty white, the corners of his eyes were like ink, and his lips were slightly left. Quite an ordinary face, the only thing that is strange is his eyebrows.

The man's eyebrows were silver, the corners of his eyebrows were straight like sheaths, and most importantly, his eyebrows were not separated from his forehead, and from a distance, they looked like a long straight line.

“…… This person seems to be a little familiar. Seeing this person's appearance, Ji Qiu's heart naturally flashed with a hint of familiarity. It's as if I've seen him in a long memory.

"Wait, eyebrows... An eyebrow... Mausoleum ......"

"I'll go! …… One eyebrow is long! ”

Ji Qiu was surprised, and a vague memory emerged from his mind.

Looking up at the middle-aged man walking around the tombstone in the distance, if he guessed correctly, the current mission scene should belong to one of the "Zombie Road Chief" series of movies.

"Mr. Zombie" is a psychedelic zombie movie starring Lin Zhengying in the 80s of the 20th century. The film not only created a precedent for Hong Kong zombie-themed films, but also some of the descriptions of zombies and Maoshan even influenced the setting of many literary films in later generations, and it is still talked about today after more than 20 years.

The film has shot a total of five series of films since the first "Mr. Zombie", of course, this is only this biography, if you count other films such as Gaiden and similar settings, then the number of films in this series will be at least more than ten. Without exception, this series tells the story of Lin Fengjiao, the Maoshan faction's 'Yimei Taoist' played by Lin Zhengying, who exorcises demons and hunts ghosts. Even if there are scenes in a few special films, the background and scene relationship have changed somewhat, but the characteristic one-word eyebrows and the core of the film will not change.

Although due to the long period of time and the large number of films, Ji Qiu can't remember their respective plots clearly, he still remembers that the scene in front of him seems to tell the story of the first part.

If he remembers correctly, there are two enemies that need to be faced in the first part, one is Master Ren, who turned into a zombie after being bitten by his father, and the other is his father, who is about to become a corpse at this time.

Just as Ji Qiu was thinking, the coffin relocation ceremony in the distance had already begun. After burning incense and worshipping, with a full voice of "Coffin!" Several domestic workers immediately stepped forward and hung the half-unearthed wooden coffin on the bracket with a rope, and then slowly pulled it up.

After that, there was a complicated ceremony and conversation, and after the ceremony, Ji Qiu saw that Ren Chang seemed to pull an eyebrow and said something to the side alone, and then they carried the coffin and left.

This was the end of the whole coffin relocation ceremony, and it didn't take long for the people watching the excitement in the distance to disperse.

"Although I didn't think of the mission prompt, if the plot remains the same, this should be the main story that hasn't run."

Ji Qiu remembered that because Yimei noticed the change in the corpse, he carried the coffin to his Yizhuang and placed it, and at night, for some reason that he had forgotten, the corpse would complete the corpse transformation, and follow the anger of his own flesh and blood all the way, and finally came to Ren Chang's mansion and killed him.

According to the direction of the plot, the safest way to solve this matter should be to quickly step forward before the person in the coffin has not yet raised the body, pull it out of the coffin, and then burn it clean.

However, at the moment, there is no quest prompt, and it is not certain whether the development of the plot has changed. And if the plot changes due to prior action and deviates from the original script, it will be more than worth the loss.

"In other words, as long as you wait for the rabbit in Yimei's Yizhuang, quietly wait for the corpse transformation to be completed, the main plot is triggered, and then destroy it, and you're done."

Ji Qiu raised his head, only to see the white sun in mid-air deflected, slowly falling towards the west, he thought about it, took out a pair of watches from his backpack, adjusted the time, and then followed the crowd towards the town.

It was quickly evening. He walked around Yimei's house, and finally found a small teahouse near the main entrance, asked for some snacks, and watched the movement of the house while drinking tea.

Not long after dark, Ji Qiu saw the front door of Yizhuang being opened with a "disguise", dressed in light cloth clothes, holding a simple knife in his hand, striding out, and quickly turning the street with his two disciples, and walking towards the entrance of the town without looking back.

"Where is this going?" Ji Qiu remembered that there didn't seem to be such a thing in the original book.

Still, it's a good opportunity.

Ji Qiu drank the tea in his hand in one gulp, then stood up, and walked forward while pretending to be bored looking at the scenery around him. After walking some distance, he looked around, and after making sure that no one was looking, he quickly came to the side of the house, and then with the force of his feet, the whole person turned in.

The body fell to the ground, Ji Qiu turned around and looked around, in front of him was a nearly ten-meter-high attic, the attic was divided into three floors, built in a boxy way, solemn and orderly, there is no doubt that this is the place where the daily life is a brow and the practice of the law.

To the right of the attic is a small pine forest, while to the left, a black hut five or six meters high.

Judging from the direction of the gate outside the house, this should be the Yizhuang used by Yimei to store ritual weapons and store corpses.

Ji Qiu came to the front of the house, stretched out his hand and pushed the door, but found that the lines had not moved, as if they had been locked.

He looked up at the structure of the house, took a few steps back, and then jumped up with all his might, grabbed a wooden beam with both hands, and flipped over to the window on the second floor.

He reached out to the window, but he didn't move. Ji Qiu paused, and then pulled out one end of the wooden window with a slight force in his hand.

Looking at the room, the space inside the room was pitch black, and only the slightest moonlight spilled through the cracks and was reflected on the floor of the room.

Ji Qiu opened the window slightly, and then turned his body up, and the person rolled in.

Put your feet on the ground and make a subtle soft sound. Ji Qiu turned around and pulled the window shut, then took out a lighter and lit it with a "click".

"Looks like I'll have to exchange for a night vision device next time." He shook his head, then looked around through the firelight.

In front of me was a corridor seven or eight meters long, and the wooden floor may have turned a little black from age. Walking along the corridor to the end, and turning a corner, Ji Qiu came to a relatively large room.

"This room is much bigger than it looks from the outside." Ji Qiu stretched out the lighter to the oil lamp and lit it, and as the fire lit up, the scene in front of him was quickly visible.

This is a room similar to an ancestral hall, and on the wall in front of him, a pile of incense spirit tablets are being placed in a neat and orderly manner.

Ji Qiu casually looked at a spirit card, only to see the words 'Lin (clan) long hair' written on it. "It seems that this place is dedicated to the spiritual seat of the Yimei family or elders."

The coffin was obviously not here, and after Ji Qiu turned around, he walked towards the other exit of the room.

Suddenly...

Wall knock!

There was a sudden noise from a position in the rear, and Ji Qiu quickly turned his head and raised his gun, but there was no difference behind him.

He frowned, then turned vigilantly, was towards the door, and began to move backwards.

Wall knock!

He had only walked a few steps when the voice came again.

This time he saw clearly, and when the voice sounded, a certain jar in the corner of the wall seemed to move.