Bound by the Unknown

　　Zhang Yunyao stared at me blankly for a moment, then said, "Master Wu, you're really amazing, you know so much."

　　" It's not that I'm amazing, it's just that we have different jobs. For example, I'm far worse at studying than you are. When I was in school, my grades were always at the bottom of the class." I said with a smile.

　　"Really?" Zhang Yunyao said, a little incredulous.

　　"I wouldn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can ask your classmates." I didn't say much about it, because it wasn't something to brag about.

　　Then, I stood up and walked over to the workers who were lying on the ground.

　　They didn't know how they ended up in the coffins, mouth-to-mouth with the corpses, absorbing a lot of yang energy from them.

　　At this time, the yang energy in these workers was very weak, and two out of the three flames on their shoulders were extinguished.

　　Everyone has three flames, representing their three souls.

　　These three souls are the celestial soul, the earth soul, and the life soul.

　　If all three flames are extinguished, then the person is not far from death.

　　I walked over to the workers, formed a hand seal with my left hand, muttered a few incantations in my mouth, and patted them on their left and right shoulders respectively, igniting the soul flames on their bodies. 

　　First, I had to make the soul flames on their bodies burn brighter.

　　Then, I asked Zhang Yunyao to hand me the two bottles of vinegar. 

　　After opening the bottles, I poured the bottom ash into the vinegar bottles separately, shook them a few times, and thoroughly combined the bottom ash with the vinegar.

　　Then, I asked Zhang Yunyao to help me pour the mixture of vinegar and bottom ash into the mouths of the workers.

　　Each person received some.

　　These workers didn't react at all. 

　　Some of the vinegar spilled from their mouths as soon as it was poured in.

　　But I still tried my best to hold their noses and force them to swallow some of the mixture of vinegar and ash.

　　This mixture of vinegar and bottom ash is an antidote to corpse poison, and it can also increase their yang energy.

　　I'm not exactly sure how it works, but that's how my master taught me, so it can't be wrong.

　　After the workers had finished drinking the vinegar, their faces gradually gained some color, and I could sense that the yang energy in their bodies was getting stronger.

　　But we didn't idle around afterwards. 

　　I asked Zhang Yunyao to help me attach the seal I drew with my middle finger blood to the foreheads of the corpses one by one.

　　After all, each of these corpses had absorbed a lot of yang energy from living people. 

　　They might turn into zombies at any time, so just in case, I had to do this temporarily.

　　By the time we finished all this, it was already two hours later.

　　I was exhausted from the whole night.

　　When I stopped, I suddenly felt a terrible pain in my shoulders, and they were so swollen I could barely lift them.

　　I looked up at the eastern sky and saw that the sky was starting to turn a pale white. 

　　It wouldn't be long before dawn.

　　At that moment, I remembered Uncle Huzi and looked over there. 

　　Uncle Huzi, who was possessed by a ghost, was still trapped in the spirit-binding formation, constantly circling within a radius of seven or eight meters.

　　For the past few hours, he had kept walking back and forth, and the ground in that area was almost trampled flat by Uncle Huzi.

　　I hadn't paid any attention to him all this time. 

　　Besides trapping him, I had no other way. 

　　I couldn't beat him in a fight.

　　Zhang Yunyao was just as tired as I was. 

　　She hadn't slept all night.

　　After finishing everything, she leaned against a coffin and kept yawning.

　　Seeing my exhausted look, Zhang Yunyao said, "Master Wu, what do we do next?" 

　　"Wait..." I said.

　　"Wait for what?" Zhang Yunyao asked curiously.

　　"Wait for dawn. Once dawn breaks, the ghost possessing Uncle Huzi will leave. Yang energy will rise, yin energy will fall, the crisis here will be resolved, and the corpses will not turn into zombies." I explained.

　　"Will Uncle Huzi be alright? Will my brother wake up?" Zhang Yunyao looked at me with her beautiful big eyes, full of concern.

　　"Uncle Huzi will be fine, and your brother will wake up." I said.

　　Hearing this, Zhang Yunyao immediately felt relieved.

　　She was really exhausted. 

　　She had been with me through the whole night, full of excitement and fear.

　　I was also very tired. I leaned against a coffin with her, and we waited quietly.

　　It was quiet all around. 

　　I could hear Zhang Yunyao's even breathing.

　　Soon, her head rested on my shoulder, and she fell asleep.

　　The east became brighter and brighter. 

　　My eyes were fixed on Uncle Huzi.

　　When a ray of light rose from the east, Uncle Huzi, who had been circling, suddenly stiffened and fell straight back.

　　I opened my celestial eye and saw a red light flying out from Uncle Huzi's Baihui acupoint and floating away into the distance.

　　It was gone in a blink of an eye.

　　The ghost possessing Uncle Huzi had left.

　　But I knew that the matter wasn't over yet.

　　The person who wanted to deal with the Zhang family wouldn't give up easily, and the ghost haunting the Zhang family wouldn't let them off easily.

　　That female ghost must be deeply connected to the Zhang family.

　　Seeing Uncle Huzi collapse, I immediately got up and walked towards him.

　　Zhang Yunyao swayed and fell towards me. 

　　I quickly reached out and supported her head.

　　Zhang Yunyao woke up and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Master Wu. I don't know how I fell asleep just now. Did I delay anything?"

　　"It's okay. The ghost possessing Uncle Huzi has left. Let's go and see how he is." I said.

　　Zhang Yunyao nodded and followed me to the spirit-binding formation. 

　　I took the opportunity to collect the flag that had been used to set up the formation, then walked to Uncle Huzi.

　　As soon as I got close to Uncle Huzi, I heard him snoring.

　　 He's so carefree, he's actually asleep.

　　He probably doesn't even know that he almost lost his life just now.

　　But Uncle Huzi's fate is pure yang, so ghosts have little effect on him.

　　I shook Uncle Huzi's shoulder and called him softly, "Uncle Huzi, wake up. It's dawn."

　　I called him several times before he finally opened his eyes and said wearily, "Master... I'm so tired. I feel like I've walked a hundred kilometers all night. Can I sleep a little longer?"