The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 161 He is coming!
The burly middle-aged man asked again, "The female corpse still had residual corpse energy, which means it had obviously been refined into a zombie before it was buried, but it was still bitten to death... My Wang family's Nine Netherworld Demon Subduing Corpse Suppression Formation may not be able to deal with such a powerful zombie."

The middle-aged man surnamed Fang looked at the cemetery and said, "The yin energy here is very strong, which is very suitable for your Wang family's formation."

“You not only brought your magical artifacts and your most treasured zombies, but you also brought out the oldest elder in the family.”

"You have the advantage of timing and location. Even if that zombie is powerful, it will definitely be temporarily trapped. Why worry so much?"

He chuckled and said, "What you need to worry about is not the zombies, but the owners behind them, if the zombies that bite people have owners."

The burly middle-aged man said seriously, "Two members of our Wang family were killed here. No matter if the zombie that killed us has an owner or who it is, we will not let this go."

The middle-aged man surnamed Fang looked at a male corpse in front of the altar and said regretfully, "The only promising young man in your Wang family died here under mysterious circumstances. What a pity..."

The rugged middle-aged man's expression turned extremely ugly.

Standing behind the burly middle-aged man, a haggard-looking middle-aged man sighed, "Mr. Fang, I only have one son, and I never expected him to die here. My wife cries day and night, unable to bear the blow. In order to avenge him, she turned herself into... into... Alas, all I wanted was revenge."

At this point, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely use that man's blood to extinguish my wife's resentment!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Fang said indifferently, "What you want to do is none of my business. I'm just a helper that the Wang family paid a price to hire."

"I don't want to know what you've done here, nor do I want to know what you're going to do. I just want to cast a divination for you when you need it and lend you a hand when the time is right. You just need to see me as a pure helper."

The burly middle-aged man nodded and flattered, "Without Mr. Fang's help in casting the divination, we wouldn't have dared to act rashly. We are very grateful to Mr. Fang this time."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned to look at the altar.

The old man's incantation suddenly became louder, attracting everyone's attention.

The middle-aged man surnamed Fang and the others also looked at the old man.

The old man held the peach wood sword upright in front of him, made a sword finger with his left hand, wiped the peach wood sword, and then slashed hard at the oil lamp in front of him with the peach wood sword.

The flame on the oil lamp flickered violently for a moment, then returned to normal.

The flames on the other oil lamps were already burning brightly, except for the last one, which remained unlit.

The old man chanted the incantation faster while simultaneously slashing the oil lamp several times with his sword.

The oil lamp began to flicker violently.

A clear bell rang out from somewhere, echoing above the altar, and brought with it a gust of cold wind that almost blew out the oil lamp.

The old man pulled open his clothes and protected the oil lamp at the crucial moment.

The incantation he uttered became more rapid, which gradually stabilized the oil lamp.

The moment the bell rang, all the members of the Wang family standing there looked at the old man in front of the altar.

“As expected, it has an owner…” the burly middle-aged man murmured.

The middle-aged man surnamed Fang also looked up at the sky above the altar, his eyes seemingly filled with anticipation.

After stabilizing the oil lamp, the old man took out a talisman from his pocket and lit it on the lamp.

While chanting incantations, he inserted the talisman into the peach wood sword and tapped the side of the oil lamp with the sword.

The talisman instantly turned to ashes.

The flame of the lamp also leaped upwards.

All the oil lamps then burst into flames.

Thin lines of red light appeared between the oil lamps.

The red light started from the outside and continued to spread towards the altar, eventually forming a nine-palace eight-trigram diagram centered on the altar.

The old man pointed his peach wood sword to the sky, and the red light on the red rope on the ground grew stronger and stronger.

The stars in the entire sky seemed to rotate along with the peach wood sword in the old man's hand, turning into dazzling arcs.

The starlight converged downwards into a straight line, like a shooting star, and fell towards the other side of the low hill.

Everyone's eyes followed that beam of starlight toward the side of the low hill.

A blurry shadow flying in the air gradually came into their view.

The shadow grew larger and larger, eventually taking on a human shape before everyone's eyes.

Even before the figure landed, an immense and astonishing aura of bloodlust had already descended upon the altar.

No matter who you are, you can smell the strong, nauseating stench of blood as soon as you breathe it in.

A sudden gust of wind caused the talismans on the altar to flutter everywhere, but it did not stir the oil lamps.

The onlookers covered their eyes with their hands to avoid being blinded by the dust.

After the strong wind subsided, when they looked again, they saw only a beam of starlight descend from the sky into the water basin behind the altar.

The figure in the air flickered a few times and landed in the basin of water as if by teleportation, splashing the water out of the basin.

The "figure" raised its head, revealing ferocious fangs and conspicuous white hair on its face.

It roared at the beam of starlight, spewing out a foul-smelling black fumes.

As if summoned, the dark clouds in the sky covered the heavens.

The starlight disappeared.

The vampire lowered its head and sniffed at the old man behind the altar whose expression had suddenly changed.

Upon seeing the vampire's appearance, everyone except the middle-aged man surnamed Fang, including the old man, changed color.

"This is... a hairy zombie?" the burly middle-aged man exclaimed in shock. "How could a hairy zombie be born in this world?!"

Born into a family of corpse breeders, they, being experts in the art of corpse breeding, naturally knew what "hairy zombie" meant.

Since the Wang family embarked on this path, apart from the ancestor recorded in the family history who, by chance, cultivated a hairy zombie and used it to roam the world, no one else has ever cultivated a hairy zombie.

Of course, even their ancestor's zombie might not have been a real hairy zombie.

After all, no one has ever seen it.

Although they dare not say it outright, many people privately do not believe that their ancestor raised a hairy zombie.

As for family history, that's naturally just for embellishing the reputation of one's ancestors.

In later generations, let alone hairy zombies, they rarely even saw green zombies.

But today they saw a corpse here, which must have been a huge shock to them.

Not to mention others, even the burly middle-aged man in the lead felt a sense of retreat.

The middle-aged man surnamed Fang, who had been staring at the vampire with an even stranger look in his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something, reminded him: "Look carefully, how can the aura of a hairy zombie be so weak? This is not a hairy zombie, or rather, it has not yet transformed into a hairy zombie."

The rugged middle-aged man also realized that the vampire's aura wasn't as strong as the legends suggested.

Hearing the middle-aged man surnamed Fang say that now puts my mind at ease.

"Even if it's not a hairy zombie, this zombie is probably close to one, which is extremely terrifying..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the middle-aged man surnamed Fang said, "Isn't this exactly what your Wang family needs?"

"A zombie that hasn't yet become a hairy zombie won't exceed the limit of the zombies your Wang family can handle. If you can subdue this zombie with secret methods, plus your ancestors' experience in raising zombies, it won't be long before your Bai family has a hairy zombie to suppress your fortune."

The breathing of the Wang family members became heavy.

The rugged middle-aged man, having calmed down, smiled wryly and said, "Mr. Fang, you think too highly of us."

The middle-aged man surnamed Fang smiled without saying a word.

Seeing that the vampire had overturned the altar, the burly middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and with a flick of his right hand, a red rope appeared in his hand.

"Go help Uncle!"

……

The vampire stepped out of the tattered basin and walked towards the altar.

The flames of the oil lamps pressing down on the talisman simultaneously turned a ghostly green.

Each twisted soul wailed incessantly as the flames flickered.

The red ropes forming the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams on the ground were also tinged with a light green by the red light, like a large net spread on the ground, binding the vampire's movements.

If a vampire steps on those red ropes, it will be struck and shaken violently.

The old man, muttering incantations, swung his peach wood sword and slashed at the vampire.

The Bagua mirror hanging on the altar flickered and shot a beam of blood-red light towards the vampire zombie.

The light pierced through the vampire's aura, leaving a terrible wound on its chest.

But the vampires kept moving forward.

The old man's expression became even more unpleasant.

He struck several times in succession.

Several beams of blood-red light shot out from the Bagua mirror, but they still couldn't stop the vampire's advance. Upon reaching the altar, the vampire unceremoniously overturned the entire altar to the ground.

A massive amount of malevolent energy surged from its body, making it look extremely terrifying.

The old man, who had lived for so many years and had only encountered a similar zombie a hundred years ago, kept backing away.

In this situation, he knew he could no longer use petty tricks to test the waters, otherwise he might not even be able to resort to his last resort.

"Supreme Edict, Netherworld Emperor... Thunder and Fire Heavenly Might, Destroy Corpses and Annihilate Calamities... Eight Trigrams Seal the Soul, Lock the Nine Realms in Yin!"

As the incantation was recited, the old man stepped out with special steps, moving in accordance with the directions of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.

When he recited "the Yin locks the nine borders," he flicked the ground with the peach wood sword in his hand.

The red ropes forming the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams spread out like a large net, enveloping the vampire.

The moment the red rope touched the vampire, it exploded with a series of crackling sounds, scattering the vampire's malevolent aura and corpse energy in all directions.

The vampire roared and violently tore a large hole in the "net".

"Do it!"

The burly middle-aged man rushed forward and managed to bind one of the vampire's hands with a red rope.

The others bound the vampire's other hand, legs, and head.

The person who bound the vampire's head was the most unlucky; the corpse spat out by the vampire invaded their body, causing them to faint immediately.

A man who had been holding the vampire around the waist released his grip and quickly dragged the unconscious man away.

The others never took their eyes off the incredibly dangerous vampire.

As members of the same race, their cooperation was naturally seamless.

Just then, the old man took out a talisman and began chanting a spell.

"...The Five Elements burn away evil, turning corpses to ashes! Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Suppress the corpses and vanquish the demons! By imperial decree!"

The old man's voice grew louder and louder, and by the time he read the last word "敕" (chì), it was booming, bursting forth with all his energy and spirit.

At the same time, he set the talisman in his hand on fire.

He pierced the talisman with his peach wood sword and pointed it at the vampire.

The talismans that were pressed under the lamps on the ground simultaneously burst into flames.

The wailing spirits on the lamp, trailing eerie green flames, crashed into the vampire.

The locations of the lamps seemed to be connected to the overall burial mound.

When that remnant soul flew out, the entire burial mound seemed to tremble, followed by a series of screams, as if the remnant souls buried on the burial mound who had never reincarnated had been awakened.

As the old man finished chanting his incantation, the few people who had barely managed to restrain the vampire retreated.

Before they had gone far, they saw the remnant souls, glowing with an eerie green light, crash into the vampire zombie.

It was like a thunderclap, making everyone's ears ring.

Those people instinctively closed their eyes to avoid the flying dust, and when they looked again, they found that the vampire was shrouded in surging evil energy.

The old man holding the peach wood sword wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes fixed on the surging malevolent energy.

If you look closely, you can see that his body is trembling constantly.

The burly middle-aged man and several others were also looking at that spot.

"Solve it?"

Having raised zombies for many years, the Wang family naturally became proficient in how to suppress them.

The formation they set up tonight is called the "Nine Netherworld Corpse-Suppressing and Demon-Subduing Formation," one of the most powerful formations the Wang family uses to suppress zombies.

The magic array is centered around the Bagua mirror, integrating talismans and the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. It can communicate with the power of the stars for its own use, and can also communicate with the power of the Nine Netherworlds. It first weakens the zombie layer by layer, and finally suppresses and kills the zombie with thunderous means.

The magical artifacts used to set up the formation are the most advanced magical artifacts of the Wang family. Coupled with the elders with the most profound magical power, the formation they have set up is the most powerful formation that the Wang family can set up.

Even a zombie that is close to being a hairy zombie could not withstand the power of the magic array and emerge unscathed.

This is why they didn't choose to run away, even though they knew how terrifying the zombie was.

The malevolent aura surrounding the zombie slowly dissipated.

The vampire zombie reappeared before everyone's eyes.

At this point, it was not standing, but lying on the ground, convulsing continuously.

Its Yin energy was broken, its aura greatly diminished, and even the bandages on its body became tattered and torn, no longer possessing its previous invincible aura.

"solved?"

Someone tried to get close to the vampire, but was stopped by the burly middle-aged man.

"It can still move, don't go near it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the vampire rose straight up from the ground, shaking as it walked toward the crowd.

Even though the vampire isn't as terrifying as it used to be, no one dares to underestimate it because of the white fur on its face.

"They even withstood the Nine Netherworld Corpse-Suppressing Demon-Subduing Formation head-on..."

The old man holding the peach wood sword kept retreating, looking somewhat frightened, and his left hand subconsciously reached into his robes.

There seemed to be something in his arms that gave him a sense of security.

The haggard-looking middle-aged man was the first to use his methods.

He took out a talisman from his pocket, chanted a few incantations, and the talisman burst into flames.

A short figure wearing a black hood emerged from a row of figures and pounced on the vampire zombie.

The vampire suddenly grabbed the small figure by the neck and bit down on it.

The figure let out a strange cry, but was unable to break free from the vampire's grasp.

Upon seeing this, the people quickly ordered the other hooded figures to come and distract the vampires.

The vampire suddenly threw the "person" in its hand, which hit a person and knocked them to the ground.

The man tried to get up, but saw that the vampire had already arrived, having recovered somewhat.

A scream sounded.

The vampire's sharp nails easily pierced the man's neck, lifting him off the ground. Then, it opened its fangs, ignoring the others' attempts to move, and bit down on the man's neck, sucking up fresh blood.

With the influx of fresh blood, the vampire's momentum slightly recovered.

The rest of the Wang family members' expressions changed drastically.

Even after being suppressed by the magic array, this zombie is still so ferocious; it truly lives up to its reputation as a zombie close to the hairy zombie...

As the burly middle-aged man backed away, he shouted, "Don't be afraid, it just looks strong, but it's actually reached its limit."

"Don't let it get close to us. Let's use zombies to block it first, and then we'll set up a magic circle around it and slowly whittle it down."

"Don't give it a chance to suck blood, then it won't be able to escape!"

This is the best response strategy.

Driven by the Wang family, the hooded "figures" surrounded the vampire zombies.

Meanwhile, the burly middle-aged man led the remaining men to prepare the formation on the outer perimeter.

They knew that the vampire must have an owner, so they focused some attention on the owner of the possible zombie.

They had thought they had enough people to handle any unexpected situations, but now they realized they hadn't sent enough...

The person behind the zombies who can be trained to this level must be extraordinary.

However, those who were very skilled in corpse refining also knew that as long as they captured this zombie, it would be equivalent to pulling out the sharpest tooth of that person.

It takes an immense amount of effort to refine a zombie to this level. Once that tooth is removed, how many tricks will the person have left?

Naturally, they also knew they couldn't let their guard down, lest they capsize unexpectedly, so they prepared a backup plan.

Just as the vampire was surrounded by a large number of zombies and unable to escape, the middle-aged man surnamed Fang suddenly looked in the direction of the low mountain.

The sky was pitch black, but in his pupils, a dark shadow was flying towards him.

Even before the dark figure arrived, a terrifying aura had already enveloped it.

The middle-aged man surnamed Fang glanced at the dark figure, then looked down at the low hill.

Although he couldn't see anything, he knew that the person they were waiting for had arrived...

(End of this chapter)