Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 270: Masters of All Ages
thump -- thump -- thump --

The zombie, dressed in black, walked slowly and heavily into the house.

Despite his seemingly thin frame, he now appeared as heavy as a solid iron statue, bouncing around with immense weight.

The ground was even shaking; it was unimaginable how heavy this zombie was.

It hopped into the house step by step, somewhat comically, and came to Mo Li's side, who had his back to the door.

The ghostly banquet was filled with an eerie atmosphere, and no one dared to speak.

Even the vengeful ghost with its face full of resentment seemed to hold its breath at this moment.

The zombie tilted its head and glanced at Mo Li, seemingly uninterested in him, before leaving.

It jumped to the side of the Dragon Clan Tree, tilted its head, lowered its head and got close to this descendant of the Dragon Clan.

Two strikingly similar faces were pressed together. Long Zongshu held his breath in fear, his whole body stiffened, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Being so close to a zombie is an experience unlike any other.

But the power of the Ghost Feast seemed to be at work; the zombie had already pressed its face against Long Zongshu's face, yet it didn't realize that Long Zongshu was a living person.

It tilted its head, seemingly a little confused.

The zombie then hopped over to the main seat and looked down at the demon on it.

Even the evil spirits dared not speak.

The diet of flying zombies includes not only living people, but also vengeful ghosts and evil spirits.

And so, the zombie circled the house for a full time before finally arriving in front of Ran Qing.

The zombie's green eyes were eerie and unsettling. For some reason, the moment the zombie looked over, Ran Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she had a feeling that she had been targeted.

The strong stench of decay in the air filled Ran Qing's nostrils.

To Ran Qing's surprise, the zombie, whose eyes were fixed on her, did not bring its head close.

The zombie looked down at Ran Qing for a while, then suddenly stretched out its stiff, strange claws and grabbed the table of the Ghost Banquet.

then……

boom!
The table, laden with scraps of rotten meat and various snacks, was overturned by the zombies.

The sudden anomaly caught everyone present off guard.

The table was overturned...

Suddenly, the shrill, angry curses of the assailant, Phantom Xiong Dacheng, came from outside the door.

"Master! My dishes aren't all served yet!"

But the table had already been overturned.

A crisp "pop" sound came from outside the door, and Xiong Dacheng's illusion shattered like a soap bubble.

The people and the ghost sitting around the dining table in the room all shuddered.

After the table was overturned, a chilling, biting wind rose from the air in the middle and blew in all directions.

Ran Qing and the other three sitting in the chairs, as well as the ghost in the main seat, were all blown backward by the gust of cold wind and fell heavily to the ground.

Only the incredibly heavy zombie stood still, motionless in the howling wind.

Its bright green eyes stared at Ran Qing and the four people present.

As the ghostly feast was removed, the presence of the four living people and the vengeful ghost present could no longer be concealed.

The zombie extended its long, black claws, its left hand gripping Ran Qing on the ground, and its right hand gripping the evil spirit on the main seat.

The sharp nails pierced her neck, and Ran Qing felt a sharp pain in her neck.

The shadow of death loomed over them, and the corpse-driving bell in Ran Qing's hand rang urgently.

At this point, if we don't use it now, we'll never have another chance!

Ran Qing made a decision in an instant.

Jingle Bell--

Amidst the urgent ringing of the bell, the evil lord's violent and excited roar came from the next courtyard.

The next second, the masked paper figure crashed through the wall and roared as it rushed into the room next door.

It was clearly a frail paper figure that could be blown over by the wind, but after putting on the mask of the evil lord, it was able to break through this old wall.

Ran Qing was shocked for a moment, then saw the paper figure, whose body had been smashed, throw out a gloomy wooden sign.

That was the memorial tablet of the ancestors of the spirit mediums, which Ran Qing caught precisely.

His neck was being choked by a zombie, but his hands were free.

Ran Qing bit her index finger viciously, and in the sharp pain, she smeared the blood from her finger onto the ancestral tablets of the spirit medium. Then she shouted in a hoarse voice.

"...This unworthy disciple, Ran Qing, respectfully requests the divine intervention of all past masters of the Yin-Yang Path!"

Bright red human blood was smeared on the somber memorial tablets, which were inconspicuously inscribed with the memorial tablets of the past masters of the spirit medium.

But the moment the blood was smeared on her and Ran Qing screamed for help, some strange and eerie noises came from outside the courtyard.

The zombie, which had already stuffed half of the demon's head into its mouth, paused for a moment.

It seemed to sense something, and suddenly spat out the rotting head of the demon and looked towards the door.

Outside the door, the group of evil spirits had completely fled far away, and no one knew where they had gone.

A thick, eerie fog descended upon the courtyard out of nowhere.

Within that vast, eerie fog, strange black shadows writhed.

The shadowy figures were of varying heights, some grotesque like monsters, others hunched over like old men.

A series of dark shadows stood menacingly in the thick fog, instantly enveloping the entire house.

A chilling whisper echoed through the thick fog.

There seemed to be many terrifying monsters in the fog, whispering and chuckling eerily, their malevolent gazes sending chills down the spines of everyone present.

The evil spirit, its neck being choked by a zombie, cried out in terror and unease: "The ancestral tablets of the spirit medium's past masters!"

It struggled frantically to run away, but could not break free from the zombie's claws.

The eerie whispers in the thick fog made the flying zombies inside the house restless and uneasy.

It stared at the thick fog outside, letting out a thunderous growl from its throat, like a wild beast sensing the threat of a powerful enemy.

Finally, the zombie dragged Ran Qing and the evil spirit out of the house and rushed directly into the thick fog outside.

The demon who witnessed this scene trembled with fear.

It roared at Ran Qing, "I have a way to deal with this zombie! Quickly put your cards..."

The howls of the demons vanished the moment they entered the mist.

A thick arm covered in eerie red hair emerged from the mist and instantly ripped off its tongue.

The thick fog obscured everything, and Ran Qing lost all sight, as if she had become blind.

But in the darkness, he vaguely sensed many strange and terrifying figures moving around him.

In a daze, one sharp, strange hand after another moved through his body and inside him, but he did not feel any injury.

On the contrary, it felt warm and comfortable.

The eerie monsters in the mist seemed to be laughing softly or whispering.

Ran Qingming couldn't understand their voices, but she vaguely understood their meaning.

"...They are spirit mediums."

“Our disciples…”

"Little White Phoenix's disciple..."

"Poor child..."

Those voices were clearly eerie and terrifying, filled with the malice of monster whispers.

But to Ran Qing's ears, it sounded inexplicably warm and friendly.

In a daze, he even felt a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time.

It felt like returning to my mother's embrace.

In the darkness, he could even vaguely see the figure of his sixth aunt, standing in the crowd smiling at him, gently stroking his head, and softly praising him.

—Good child, you've worked hard.

Feeling lost and confused, Ran Qing felt a lump in her throat.

Sixth Aunt...

...Is this the manifestation of divine power by the past masters of the Yin-Yang pilgrimage?

I was surprised to see my sixth aunt.

It turns out that inviting the ancestral masters of past generations to descend into the world is such a heartwarming thing.

No wonder Aunt Shen is so obsessed with using this power, even though each use consumes half a year of her lifespan...

(End of this chapter)