In the Zombie Cave at Fuyu Mountain, if a bird egg were actually produced, there really wouldn't be any major potential threat—a bunch of Great Zombies who rarely get a bite to eat would crunch up the eggshells along with it as standard procedure.

Odds are the egg hasn't even fully developed before there's already a circle of tireless zombies squatting nearby, keeping watch twenty-four seven.

No wonder no one's ever heard about this—even the Seventh Great-Uncle Master seems to have no recollection.

"Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor, do you think… this is a Rakshasa Bird?"

"No doubt about it. I don't buy that bastard Cai Qidong sitting tight in Nanwu County, plus all those layers of customs defenses, and then some evil slipping into Divine Land would suddenly go nuts after getting in, acting so cocky yet without gobbling up eyeballs left and right. It's gotta be that the incubation process is different, plain and simple."

"Can you give some specifics? What might it be like?"

"Well, probably something like being incubated in the tomb of some strongman or other, so it'd be a bit stronger than those Rakshasa Birds that just like devouring human eyeballs. Has Nanwu County discovered any strongman's tombs lately?

Need any help? Tell the Scorching Sun Department I'll handle this one for free."

But if it's a Rakshasa Bird, it's mine."

Wen Yan listened to Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor's words, faintly catching Seventh Great-Uncle Master on the side snarking, "Wipe up your drool, it's about to hit your toes."

Wen Yan glanced at Feng Yao—Feng Yao indicated that he'd have to report up, he couldn't make that call himself.

After all, according to protocol, once these dangerous evil creatures are caught, it's basically always innocuous disposal.

And the usual gold-standard innocuous process is: kill it, process it in a luxury furnace, then scatter the ashes into the sea.

Although, from the looks of it right now, handing the Rakshasa Bird over to the Great Zombies at Fuyu Mountain for "processing" should also count as innocuous disposal.

When it comes to handling Rakshasa Birds, the Great Zombies at Fuyu Mountain are miles ahead of anyone else.

They haven't had a single mishap in over a thousand years—I'm sure the Scorching Sun Department would definitely approve that plan.

Since there was no immediate approval, Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor sounded a bit let down and could only say over the phone,

"This thing, aside from being pretty good at shapeshifting and seducing people, everything else about it is a hot mess. If you run into it, you could literally burn it alive.

But one thing—don't agree to a single request it makes.

From what you said, this bastard probably already poses a real threat.

It'll first ask you for some small, seemingly reasonable favor just to get you to agree, and once you do…"

That's when your mental guard is breached from its point of view.

It'll take things step by step, and eventually, when it asks for your eyeballs, you'll still nod yes.

Anyway, it's no biggie—just kill it and you're done.

The thing you really need to watch out for is something else."

"Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor, please go ahead." Wen Yan immediately motioned to Feng Yao to start taking notes.

"If this thing is already fully formed and special, then it definitely came from a strongman's tomb.

If it's never caused trouble elsewhere before, and this is its first offense,

then that means it was born right here in the area.

Or it's only awakened recently.

Its first meal, obviously, would be close to where it was born or awakened.

For a strongman's tomb to have collected so much corpse energy and death qi, it can't be ordinary.

You'd best keep an eye out for that—it could mean some strongman is reviving."

Once Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor finished and hung up, Wen Yan and Feng Yao exchanged a glance—plainly, they'd both thought of the same place.

"Crouching Tiger Mountain."

"Nether Soul Realm."

Lately, among all the places that even remotely fit the bill, within a hundred miles radius, this is the one and only.

What Feng Yao meant by Crouching Tiger Mountain is all the huge numbers of remains dug up there, as well as the place itself.

Wen Yan mentioned Nether Soul Realm, meaning this evil might've originated there.

Now neither of them could sit still.

What might've been just a Rakshasa Bird could now involve the Mountain Lord.

And given all the issues around the Rakshasa Bird's origin and incubation, Feng Yao really couldn't stay seated anymore.

He couldn't care less about that unlucky patient in the hospital—those eyes are almost certainly a lost cause; there are way bigger problems now.

Feng Yao rushed out, and Wen Yan also started to get antsy.

Basically, if the Rakshasa Bird really did come from where they think, the most basic implication is that the Mountain Lord might have started to move.

Bear in mind, over at Crouching Tiger Mountain there is a whole arsenal of equipment—from electronic sensors, to optical devices, even special gear developed with the Three Mountains and Five Ridges—no way even a bird could sneak out unnoticed.

Yet, there's been zero activity over there. Nothing.

Either this evil has nothing to do with Crouching Tiger Mountain, or it does—but didn't come out from there.

If it didn't come out from there, what other route is there?

Wen Yan's mind flashed to the Rakshasa Ghost Market.

That's the only place left.

And at the Rakshasa Ghost Market, asking around might turn up some clues.

Still… Rakshasa Ghost Market, Rakshasa Bird—is there a connection there?

Whatever, he'd better go chat with the West River Dragon God first.

Dragon God versus Mountain Lord—one dragon, one tiger, at least one of them needs to be dealt with first. Otherwise, if those two bastards end up brawling near Virtue City, it's unclear which one'll get wrecked first, but Virtue City is definitely screwed.

Wen Yan checked his watch—almost time. He hurried toward the riverbank.

Meanwhile, Feng Yao reported the intel up the chain and immediately called to confirm something.

"The stone mined from Crouching Tiger Mountain—it's all accounted for, right? None of it was used randomly?"

"Nope, only a portion was taken for road paving."

"Great, good…." Feng Yao breathed a long sigh of relief.

"What's going on?"

"I suspect Crouching Tiger Mountain might be the Mountain Lord's former body transformed…"

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