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Therefore, there are still many wild tea trees on the mountain. Some people who visit graves during the Qingming Festival will occasionally pick some tea to take back with them. After all, although these teas are wild teas that no one takes care of, the varieties are really good. They are all Longxu tea varieties from Linzhou.

At this moment, two middle-aged women were picking tea on the mountain. Judging from their attire, they had probably finished sweeping the tombs and were picking some to take back with them.

The fog thickened, obscuring everything beyond ten paces. This kind of weather was common in the area during the Qingming Festival, and no one paid it any attention.

There are some graves around here, but this is on a mountain, and these are all old graves. Many have been neglected for a long time, and some have even grown trees on them. Nobody knows where the descendants have gone...

Two women finished picking tea leaves from one tea tree and moved on to another nearby. As they picked, they discussed how they would go down the mountain after finishing this one. Just then, a terrified scream rang out from nearby!

"Ah!!!!!" The sharp, piercing sound startled the two women who were picking tea. They looked at each other and saw hesitation in each other's eyes.

Should we go check it out now, or leave immediately?

The two men put down their work, and as they hesitated, they saw a young man stumble and crawl out of the thick fog ahead. Upon seeing them, the young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, had a contorted expression and his mouth agape.

"Help...help...help me!!!!!" he screamed as he continued to rush forward...

"Young man... what's wrong?" A woman asked curiously, grabbing the young man's arm.

"It's...it's come back to life!!!" He pointed behind him and then added, "It's come back to life!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he broke free from the woman's grasp and rushed down the mountain without looking back...

The two women looked at each other, both with uneasy expressions. In a cemetery, it's unlikely that anyone would remain completely unmoved upon hearing news of a "resurrected corpse."

One of the shorter, plumper women said, feigning nonchalance, "In broad daylight, where would a zombie come from..."

However, before she could finish speaking, she saw another woman staring blankly at her back, her teeth chattering, as if she were having a seizure.

"You...you're faking it...you're really faking it..."

The short, plump woman was taken aback at first, then her expression changed drastically. She turned around abruptly and saw that not far behind her, under a wild mulberry tree, a mound of earth was rising, and beneath it, a rotten, thin-skinned coffin was visible. A white, skeletal hand covered in mud was protruding from the coffin...

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was an old, dilapidated grave, its age unknown. Perhaps due to long-term neglect, wild mulberry trees had grown on it.

The short, plump woman's eyes widened instantly, and something began to trickle down her crotch...

"Mommy!!!!" She screamed, then plopped down on the ground... dropping what she was holding, and scrambled down the mountain as fast as she could...

The other woman, seeing the situation was bad, also took off running, but her legs were clearly weak, and she ran unsteadily, tripping and falling after only a few steps. Even so, she didn't dare to stop, and got up to continue running...

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History: Chapter 735 The Real Culprit

In the mist, Zhang Jing glanced at a skeleton that had just crawled out of a grave not far away. It was wearing a rotten funeral robe and had silently opened its empty mouth as if it were laughing.

This scene, which would terrify an ordinary person, did not frighten Zhang Jing. He simply looked at everything before him calmly, a faint light flashing in his eyes. The mist was still lingering, but the skull was gone, and the broken grave had returned to its original state.

This is an illusion... Zhang Jing clearly saw through everything.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Jing stroked the snake-head ornament hanging at his waist.

“Akbar,” he said calmly.

"Great and noble master, your faithful servant obeys your call." The next moment, Akbar's figure appeared beside Zhang Jing, floating there.

"I praise you, your majesty is even more awe-inspiring than before." He only glanced at Zhang Jing before bowing humbly in praise.

Knowing his style, Zhang Jing didn't say much and directly ordered, "Seal off the surrounding area to prevent the illusion from spreading."

The issues of illusion and space involve Akbar's authority, which is an area he excels in.

"As you wish." Akbar bowed again, then waved his hands at his sides. Zhang Jing could already feel a change taking place, and the surrounding illusion began to be blocked.

He nodded. He was capable of doing the same thing now, but since he had capable subordinates, why should he do it himself?

Next, he began to walk up the mountain. He didn't seem to be walking very fast, but with each step he covered a distance of more than ten meters, as if he were shrinking the distance between two places...

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The area down the mountain was in complete chaos. Many people who were sweeping the tombs on the mountain rushed down the mountain shouting and yelling. They were all in a sorry state, terrified, and some were even unable to speak, clearly frightened.

Others are calling the police to recount the horrific scene they witnessed.

Even some of the other people who were sweeping the tombs became curious or uneasy when they saw these people who were extremely frightened. Some went up to ask them questions, while others craned their necks to look up at the mountain. However, most of them were skeptical, and some even scoffed.

In broad daylight, and given that it was Qingming Festival and there were many people sweeping tombs around, most of those who did not witness the horrifying scene were not panicked. Instead, their curiosity prevailed, and some even tried to walk up the mountain to see if there really was a "corpse rising from the dead".

At this moment, no one realized that the mountain mist, when it approached the foot of the mountain, seemed to encounter some kind of barrier and was directly blocked.

At the foot of the mountain, in the cemetery, a trembling middle-aged man was shouting hoarsely into his phone, surrounded by a group of onlookers who seemed unaware of what was happening.

"Hello!!! Hello!!! Is this the police? I'm calling to report a crime!!! Officer!!! I just encountered a corpse coming back to life while I was sweeping the graves!!!! You know that?! It really was a corpse coming back to life!!!"

"What? You say you can't hear me? A dead person!!! Has!!! Come back to life!!!"

"Yes!!! Dead people!!! That's right, the kind you think they are! Dead people from the graveyard! They've crawled out of the ground!!!"

"What? You're saying today isn't April Fool's Day... No!! Officer!! I'm really not kidding, it's true, it's really true!!! A lot of people saw it!!!"

"Yes... I'm mentally sound! I'm sure I'm normal!!! Please come and check on me..."

"Hello? Need to transfer? Oh... okay..."

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The police station in Jingshan County, Jiangdong Province, is an office area of ​​several dozen square meters.

Jingshan County is a small county town and not a tourist destination. It is common for them to go for several hours at a time without receiving a single emergency call.

Meanwhile, the ringing of phones in the switchboard room caused the operators who had been chatting idly at their workstations to frantically answer the calls.

Soon, they discovered that these calls were all from the Li Family Archway Cemetery. The callers were both men and women, and almost all of them sounded terrified and agitated. The purpose of their calls was to say that "corpses have come back to life" in the cemetery, and that dead people have crawled out of their graves!

At first, the operators thought it was a prank call. Such situations were not uncommon for these operators; in fact, they occurred every now and then.

This time, however, they realized that the other party was probably not joking. First, the terrified voice on the phone was hard to fake, and second, the calls they received were all similar reports, which meant that the incident was likely real.

This immediately reminded the operators of the recently issued guidance document, "Handling Procedures for Special Incidents."

This was the first time the operator in this small county had encountered such a situation, so they immediately transferred the calls.

"Hello, I'll transfer you to the department that handles this type of case. Please wait..."

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"Bind!"

At this moment, Zhang Jing had arrived halfway up the mountain. He stood in front of a dilapidated grave mound. It was clear that the person buried there was quite wealthy. The mound was high and the bricks and stones on it were exquisite and carved with hidden patterns. The tombstone was broken and looked to be at least several hundred years old. It was probably left without descendants and no one took care of it.

At this moment, on this mound, there is a yellowish-brown beast about the size of an ordinary domestic dog. It is struggling, but it is bound in mid-air and cannot break free.

"Is this the guy?" Zhang Jing squinted and looked him up and down for a while, and found that this guy seemed to be a large weasel.

This is what his hometown calls it; its scientific name is also weasel.

The weasel struggled for a while, but when it couldn't break free, it stopped moving. It simply put its paws together in front of its chest and then moved them up and down, as if begging Zhang Jing for mercy.

In some regions of the world, folklore speaks of the Five Immortals: fox, weasel, hedgehog, python, and rat. These five animals are considered highly spiritual and even capable of cultivating themselves into immortals. Therefore, in some local folk beliefs, there is a tradition of worshipping these Five Immortals.

Of course, in Zhang Jing's view, those were nothing more than some kind of hearsay and witchcraft. In this world, even the Xuanmen sect was all show and no substance, let alone this kind of wild and unorthodox witchcraft.

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books: Chapter 736 Police Clearance

However, after witnessing the weasel's behavior today, Zhang Jing realized that the creature actually seemed to possess a certain intelligence.

Just then, from a broken cave in the burial mound below, three smaller weasels emerged one after another. The three little weasels were fluffy, and it was clear that their fur had not completely fallen off, so they were still cubs. The three little weasels lined up in a row, stood up, and kept bowing and clasping their hands, which looked a bit like a circus animal training performance.

"Oh? There are three little ones too?" Zhang Jing glanced at the three little ones and had to admit, they looked quite cute.

Just then, the large weasel that was being restrained seemed to get anxious. It bared its teeth to the side and even let out a short screech, as if urging the smaller weasels to leave.

The three little weasels hesitated for a moment, but still refused to leave. They just bowed to each other. The big weasel, on the other hand, had no choice but to turn around and beg for mercy as well.

Zhang Jing watched this scene intently. He could even see human-like emotions in the eyes of those weasels: anxiety, fear, attachment, and pleading...

Zhang Jing knew that after certain restrictions were broken, subtle changes had been taking place on Earth, including those involving wild animals and some species that had appeared in ancient times. In his view, some of these might have been ordinary wild plants and animals that had activated the power in their bloodlines, resulting in special mutations and thus gaining extraordinary power, just like his family's "Xiaotian".

The nest of weasels in front of us is most likely in the same situation. As for why this weasel would create such an illusion during the Qingming Festival, a time when people are visiting graves?

Upon seeing the three little weasels, he had a vague guess: it was highly likely that this nest of weasels lived on this cemetery. Such cemeteries were usually deserted; after all, most people avoided burial grounds like the plague. This nest of weasels lived here probably because they were far from humans. Today was Qingming Festival, and a large number of people had come to pay their respects at the graves. According to local customs, there were also acts of lighting incense and burning paper money. To the weasels, who didn't understand human activities, this was an attempt to destroy their habitat, so they tried to create an illusion to drive the people away…

Zhang Jingyu pondered for a moment, a glint of fire flashing in his eyes. In the eyes of those seven weasels, he appeared increasingly lofty and majestic, like a god. The three smaller weasels were so frightened that they immediately lay down on the ground, while the larger weasel, bound and unable to lie down, simply closed its eyes, too afraid to look, and raised its claws high…

Zhang Jing examined the weasels thoroughly and found no resentment or entanglement in them, indicating that they had not harmed anyone.

Since that's the case, it's not good to kill them directly. Zhang Jing thought that it would be better to move these weasels to a different place to prevent them from causing such trouble again.

So he directly ordered, "Akbar, take these four weasels to the hill behind my house and make a home for them."

“As you wish, great master,” Akbar said respectfully from the side.

Zhang Jing decided to simply put these spirit beasts on the mountain behind his house, so that they would be watched over by the guardian spirit Fu Lao and wouldn't run away.

Just after Zhang Jing "kidnapped" this nest of weasels, the surrounding fog began to dissipate, and the graves that others saw as "resurrected corpses" lost their illusionary disguise and returned to their original state.

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When Zhang Jing returned to his parents' graves, his uncle's family was curiously observing the commotion in the distance. They hadn't encountered anyone escaping down the mountainside, so they didn't know what was happening, only vaguely sensing that the cemetery seemed somewhat chaotic.

"I'm back..." Zhang Jing greeted his three uncles, while noticing the incense and candles beside him, which were almost burned out.

"Brother, do you know what they're doing over there?" Qian Ju asked curiously, pointing to the noisy area in the distance.

"Oh, I didn't notice either," Zhang Jing replied casually.