A Little Ancestor Comes to the Funeral Home

Uncle Jiu subdued an old stiff in the Gu family ancestral grave, and there was a little one in the coffin as an extra.

Little Yin Corpse Gu Nian looked about three, with pitch-black eyes, two tiny fangs, a child-sized Taoist robe, and a broad-brimmed hat that was much too big for him.

He wouldn’t bite people, but he could:

Shout once and make the walking corpses across the courtyard drop to their knees.

Slap away a flying corpse Uncle Jiu couldn’t handle.

Glare hard enough to shatter a righteous elder’s magical weapon.

Later, he even punched straight through three of Maoshan’s grand halls.

But after a fight, he would dust off his hands and turn to Uncle Jiu for candied hawthorn skewers.

Qiusheng said, “This little zombie can fight even better than I can.”

Wencai crouched on the wall. “He scared me with a cockroach again yesterday.”

A Fang knelt on the ground. “Could you stop riding on my neck?”

The two little ghosts of Maoshan Ming trembled at the sight of him.

Even the underworld’s renegade officials had to think twice before testing him.

The righteous sects wanted to kill him, the wicked sects wanted to seize him, and every monster and demon wanted to use him.

He ignored them all and cared only for Uncle Jiu.

Anyone who dared lay a finger on Uncle Jiu would have their mountain gate torn down.

This is the story of a little zombie lifted from a coffin who follows Uncle Jiu to slay demons and vanquish evil, grow stronger, and turn the whole funeral home upside down along the way, until he leaves the entire cultivation world at a loss for words.

“Uncle Jiu, has Nian Nian been good?”

“...Yes. Now put your senior brother A Fang down.”