Ascension

Chapter 8 The Corpseman and the Fennel Pig

"That year, I put my hands in my pockets and passed by a cemetery..."

"Okay, I can't write any more. This is actually an old book I found in my old house. It contains a lot of content about zombies."

"Maybe there are false and exaggerated parts, but the whole should not make too many mistakes."

"Why?" Jiang Yongnian's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Because the author of the book introduced himself at the end."

"His job title is 'Corpse Chaser', and the spirit of the contract is 'Six-Clawed Zombie'. "

"Through power, I also raised hundreds of red-haired zombies, blue-haired zombies, and green-haired zombies..."

"As long as the group of corpses under his control is large, his combat power will become extremely fierce, so he has been dealing with corpses all his life."

Mr. Ye Han secretly changed the concept, compiled a former guard into a hermit expert, and once again created a way out of nothing:

"The knowledge described in the book is only an insignificant part of the results of his lifelong practice."

"But for me, it has broadened my horizons, and maybe it will be of wonderful value at any time."

"No, in this assessment, the senior asked relevant questions, and I can naturally answer them in detail."

"Good boy..." Jiang Yongnian ignored the shock and was still immersed in the [-]-[-]-word answer sheet.

The eyebrows are sometimes tightened and sometimes stretched, like a dry sponge, constantly absorbing the rain of knowledge.

"If I could give her this knowledge as a guide at that time, would it be possible to help her on the right path..."

"Right way?" Mr. Ye Han was surprised, arousing a little bit of curiosity.

"It's nothing." Jiang Yongnian sighed, shook his head and sighed: "It's all old things, don't mention it."

"Look at the question! Continue to read the question!"

"I don't believe it anymore, you can answer more than half of such difficult questions correctly?!"

Mr. Ye Han snorted, left the words "take a look at it casually", left the seat on his own, and found a brand new clean teacup in a transparent glass cabinet.

Back at the table again, with the old man's dazed eyes on his face, he took his teapot away in a fair manner.

Only half of the first cup is poured, which is used to heat the cup and sterilize it.

The second cup that was refilled was hot and steaming, just enough to take a sip.

"Not bad, the soup is bright, the taste is numb but not spicy, and the lips and teeth are fragrant."

"Drink it regularly, it should be able to appetize and eliminate food, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and have a slight effect of prolonging life..."

Mr. Yehan tasted it carefully, and his body with cold limbs due to continuous vomiting of blood felt a little warm.

He pretended not to see the old man opposite, blowing his beard and staring with distressed expression.

Instead, he murmured in his heart, how much heaven and earth and spiritual material nourishment would it take to restore this dilapidated physical state to its previous level.

And that witch.

To deal with this living ancestor, it's probably not a problem to treat the symptoms instead of the root cause...

"You're home now. You drink water when you're thirsty, and eat when you're hungry. Do you need a nanny who can wash, cook and make your bed for you?"

Jiang Yongnian didn't really stop him, but he couldn't do without some cynicism, and tried every means to teach the young people to be more polite.

"There is no need for a nanny. I have healthy limbs and can still take care of myself."

Mr. Yehan blinked: "But can you pay for the staff meal in advance? I am really hungry."

"Brother down and out, I'm used to..."

Jiang Yongnian muttered, obviously unhappy.

At Ye Hanjun's age, he is too young to be a mentor, and he will never allow it.

But as far as the soul can see, the words floating densely in the spirit cloth scroll are so dazzling.

Jiang Yongnian's confidence in speaking can only be scattered again and again, and he can't be hardened at all.

"Let me ask you, why do you have to fight to the death before you give up when two savage spirits, the Golden Winged Flying Tiger, fight... Can you answer 'no one dares to persuade the fight'?"

"Why does the King Kong lion and the fighting bear compete to see whose shit is bigger and smellier and easier to drive away the weak spirits... Can you answer me 'lion shit is better than bear shit'?"

Jiang Yongnian patted the table and asked a serious question.

Mr. Yehan couldn't help laughing: "Senior, isn't the stuff you usually study so high that you haven't even heard of the 'brain teasers' in folklore?"

"Brain teaser?" Jiang Yongnian was in a daze.

"That's right, for mortals, powerful spirits fight each other, if they don't run for their lives, why should they try to persuade the fight? Isn't this like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth—is there no exit?"

"There is also the second question. Lion shit is a fact, and a bear is eloquence. This is a very simple homophonic stalk without any other reason."

"Oh, that's how it is..." Jiang Yongnian swallowed his saliva, blushing rarely.

As if to cover up his embarrassment, his tone softened a bit, and he immediately grabbed another question to try to correct his mistake:
"Fennel pigs have more than 100 ways to die. I didn't ask you to write them all down. If you can write down 30 ways, you will be considered correct."

"But what you answered was—'As long as the knife is fast enough, there are tens of thousands of ways to die for fennel pigs'...Are you denying the fairness of my question and thinking that my question itself is fallacious?"

"That's right." This time Mr. Ye Han didn't laugh or laugh, but emphasized very seriously:

"Although the Fennel Pig is a low-level spirit, its average rank is the fetus of a clay sculpture. Only a very small number of coincidences can ascend to the fetus of Xiazhao."

"But it is full of treasures, especially its bones, which can be described as a universal spice."

"Whether it's an ordinary dish or a classic dish, use it to add flavor."

Jiang Yongnian nodded subconsciously.

He doesn't know about other places, but the college cafeteria, the fennel pigs dedicated to the dining table every year can add up to ten laps around the college, which is a rather terrifying number.

"Such delicious ingredients naturally have special restrictions."

"Whether fennel pigs are caught in the wild or raised on farms, as long as they die in the wrong way, the aroma in their bodies will be lost."

"In the most serious cases, it will even become extremely stinky and completely lose its original flavor."

Mr. Yehan closed his eyes and took a light breath, as if he could smell the smell of fennel and pork bones after being boiled for ten hours, with a hint of intoxication on his face:
"There is such a fallacy in many places that fennel pigs cannot die of suffocation, exhaustion, and fire..."

"On the contrary, it is the end of life, venom paralysis, quick freezing... and other methods to obtain fragrant fennel pork bones."

"But...that's a fallacy!"

"In some big cities, countless strong people have already proved that as long as their spirits can kill the fennel pig instantly without destroying the integrity of the fennel pig's brain, the fennel pig will not secrete smelly hormones, and the bones obtained are naturally of high quality..."

Mr. Ye Han's explanation was so detailed that Jiang Yongnian couldn't even find a point that could be questioned, so he listened to it from the beginning to the end in a daze.

That feeling is like going back to more than 100 years ago, listening to the instructor's talk on the podium as a teenager who is nothing.

Just... hell!

This kid, really read the scriptures?
But for 20 years, even if he doesn't eat or drink every day, how much can he watch?

Or is it that what he reads are miscellaneous books that are not doing his job properly, and he deliberately picked partial subjects with his cleverness, but in the end he was misunderstood by his cleverness?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yongnian's face turned dark.

He became more and more uncertain about the potential value of this young man in front of him.

But even if there is a hundred reluctance in his heart, he must admit that this young man is different from those of his peers.

"Senior, can the number of fifty be reached?" Lord Ye Han asked.

He calculated that 10 questions were too outrageous, similar to "Your mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who do you save first?" He really couldn't answer this kind of question.

The remaining 10 questions are intentionally empty and 10 questions are deliberately wrong, so as to show that you have no lack of knowledge-this is more in line with your current identity.

There are still 10 questions, and the answers are compiled purely by imagination.

Thinking about it, it is impossible for Jiang Yongnian to have the vision to discern the real right from wrong, so these nonsense and bragging parts can be more or less right.

As for the last 60 questions, Mr. Yehan might conceal key information, but he ensured the correctness of the answers as a whole.

No matter how you look at it, he has a score of more than 55 and passed the second level with ease.

"At least 60 points..."

"Although there are some answers that cannot be identified on the spot, they are convincing. My subjective consciousness is ashamed and confused by this... But my subconscious mind is actually very excited. I feel that this kid is a piece of rough jade, which can shine with a little polishing..."

The wrinkles on Jiang Yongnian's face were twisted together, and the entanglement and wavering in his eyes were not concealed.

"The second test is "knowledge". Facts have proved that you have enough knowledge reserves, far surpassing your peers. "

"Thank you senior for your recognition."

Mr. Yehan took out the new teacup that the old man had just brought, filled it with chili tea, raised it to invite a drink, and said with a calm smile:

"What about the last level...?"

"The last level..." Jiang Yongnian's eyes flickered, and he paused for at least 15 seconds before continuing:

"I never thought that you could pass the previous two levels."

"This third level, following the rules and formulating the questions, has little meaning."

"But just now, I thought of a solution that has the best of both worlds, which is perfect!"

As soon as these words came out, Lord Ye Han's smile gradually disappeared, and a bad premonition arose in his head.

What kind of tricks does this bad old man want to play?Play all the bright, dark and dirty?
"Don't panic." After Jiang Yongnian's thoughts became clear, he suddenly put on a smiling expression:

"Young man, although your body is a little fragile, you don't have absolute hard power."

"But your brain is not bad, the old man is very interested in the knowledge inside."

"What do you mean?" Lord Yehan frowned.

Jiang Yongnian was a little smug: "For the third hurdle, it's better to make an exception first."

"This will not only meet your purpose and your needs, but also help you grow in authority."

"You can also be eliminated early when you fail to meet my expectations and lose competitiveness."

"I named the third level 'Social Practice'."

"I will give you a temporary title of "Teaching Assistant", making you the lowest level trainee tutor. "

"After one month, if I receive a lot of complaints, or if you don't get the joint approval of at least three official tutors, I will withdraw this title and drive you out of Canghai Pavilion's education system along the way."

(End of this chapter)