The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 8. To be dead but not decayed is to be considered a zombie!

"You...you're agreeing?"

The old woman could hardly believe it; she had actually given up, but just now she was simply unable to let go of her obsession.

Because they had already invited several groups of people, but without exception, they all fled shortly after arriving.

The old woman didn't blame them; it's just that she really couldn't let go of it.

Because that was her only son!

"Please tell me what happened!"

Du Yuan still doesn't know what happened.

The one who answered him was not the old woman, but the well-dressed middle-aged man standing behind her.

The other party smiled wryly at Du Yuan:
“Young man, I advise you to stay out of it. So many masters came before and it didn’t work, so don’t get involved.”

His grandfather specifically assigned him to handle this matter.

He also did his best, visiting all the famous Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries in the surrounding area.

No way, we agreed on everything before we came.

Everyone acted as if they were a Bodhisattva descended to earth, or a True Lord possessing them.

They were incredibly arrogant.

There was even one called Master Ziyun, who was incredibly impressive! He had a Taoist attendant, a ritual altar, and claimed he would borrow some kind of righteous energy from heaven and earth to set up the Eighteen Vajra Formation, guaranteeing that it could subdue everything.

And what happened? After arriving, they all ran away after just one look, and that Lawsonzi Master Ziyun was so scared that he wet his pants!

The monks and Taoists who had run away earlier were the last group of people he could find.

He has now completely demystified these monks and Taoists.

They're all scoundrels who cheat people out of food, drink, money, and sex.

He has absolutely no skills, except for his mouth!

Du Yuan also said helplessly:
"Dude, at least let me know what's going on!"

This made the man ask in surprise:

"You didn't come because you heard the news?"

"No."

Du Yuan shook her head slightly.

The man didn't ask why, he just shook his head and said:
"Well, you've come at a bad time, but if you want to know why..."

The man, his face grim, glanced back at the village behind him and then said to Du Yuan:
"It's a pitiful story. Look, it's their husband, Zhou Da. He was a perfectly healthy man, but he fell seriously ill after just one rain shower, and several doses of medicine didn't help."

"The most crucial thing is that Zhou Da, even though he's already covered in lividity, still can't let go of his pent-up emotions!"

At this point, the well-dressed man lowered his voice, as if raising it any higher would attract something.

Upon hearing this, Du Yuan finally understood.

He frowned and said:
"Zombies?"

But these words startled the man, who hurriedly waved his hand to signal Du Yuan to shut up.

"Pah, pah, pah, I can't say that, I can't say that. How could it be that? It's just that Zhou Da is just hanging on by a thread."

Whether it's a zombie or not, the people here know better than Du Yuan.

But I can't say it, otherwise who would dare to live here in the future?

Do we still need this village?
Are they really going to just throw away all those fields that their ancestors have accumulated over generations?
So even though everyone knew what had happened, Zhou Daqiang was the only one who held on to his last breath.

Instead, Zhou Da transformed into the legendary zombie.

This is self-deception, and also a helpless situation.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Da hasn't left the house yet.

They were in their house the whole time.

Otherwise, I'm afraid there really won't be anyone left in this village.

Du Yuan roughly guessed what they were thinking. She nodded in agreement.
"I see, I misspoke."

Seeing that Du Yuan was sensible, the man nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Young man, now that you know, you'd better leave quickly. You've come at a really bad time!"

The old woman, Zhou Da's mother, stood to the side holding her granddaughter without saying a word.

She had already realized that the newcomer was not a monk who had come upon hearing the news, but just a passerby.

So she didn't beg Du Yuan again. She couldn't bear to leave her son, but she couldn't let it harm others.

All he could do was hold his granddaughter and wipe away his tears.

Feeling hopeless about the future, he feared his son would never find peace, even in death.

What should we do then? Are we really going to burn the house and its inhabitants down?
Having lost her father at a young age, and now losing her son at this age, she was already half dead. If it weren't for her little granddaughter, she probably would have followed him.

But if she loses her house and her land has been mortgaged, how will she raise her granddaughter?
The old woman was very confused, but there was nothing she could do.

But to their surprise, Du Yuan said to them:

"I do have some skills. Although I didn't come here for this matter, I can go and take a look."

As he spoke, Du Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his clothes swaying gently in the wind. He lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, his expression calm and composed, as if he had already seen through the causes and effects of the past. The serene aura surrounding him gave people the confidence that as long as he was there, everything could be easily resolved.

This filled the old woman and the little girl with immense joy, while leaving the man filled with doubt and uncertainty.

After hesitating for a long time, the man finally spoke:

"Young man, you saw it when you came. Those who just ran away were all famous masters in the area. If they are no match for them, are you really not afraid?"

Du Yuan glanced at the old woman and the little girl in her arms and said:

"Let me try and I'll know."

He stumbled into this unfamiliar world in a daze, and whether it was to ease his conscience and accumulate some merit or something else, he hoped to help others as much as possible.

He also hoped that if others could help his grandmother in the same way he did.

Of course, he didn't say it in a moment of passion.

As mentioned before, Du Yuan likes to leave ample room for maneuver in everything.

This time too.

He knew Zhou Da wouldn't leave the house, and he also knew Zhou Da hadn't hurt anyone.

This means he has basic security.

Most importantly, when he was on his way to find Qiaoshui Town and there was no one around, he tried to repeat the process from that night.

It was confirmed that he could indeed attract Buddha's light.

It's just a prelude to chanting.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, as long as it works, who cares about those things that are kept at the bottom of the box?

Without further hesitation, the man turned sideways and raised his hand, saying:

"Then please?"

Du Yuan nodded and stepped forward.

As they walked, he asked the old woman:
When did your son get into this situation?

The old woman looked slightly puzzled, so the man spoke for her:

"People from the countryside don't understand such elegant language. Zhou Da collapsed three days ago and has been clinging to life ever since, banging on the door day and night."

The man thought he was used to it and wouldn't be afraid anymore.

But when they actually led someone back to check, they found that his legs were still trembling uncontrollably.

After all, Zhou Da hadn't left his house before and hadn't harmed anyone, so what about now?
Isn't it said that the longer a person has been dead, the less they remember their past lives? So even if someone remembers the coldness and warmth of human relationships and doesn't harm others one moment, they might not remember the next!
Three days?
And can we go out during the day?
Du Yuan couldn't help but look up at the bright sun.

This is different from the zombies he knows, but his understanding of zombies is all based on other people's ideas, so it's normal that it doesn't match reality.

However, he did feel that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)