Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

After the female corpse opened her eyes, Thirteen, who had been filled with terror, almost burst into tears of joy.

"Sister Yuqiong!"

He was about to step forward when Yan Zhengchu pulled him back, his expression grave: "She is no longer Huang Yuqiong."

Huang Yuqiong on the stone bed did not get up immediately. Instead, she slowly raised her stiff hands and sat up straight.

Then he slowly turned his head and looked at everyone with his eyes, which were now only white.

Standing at the entrance of the stone cave, Yu Lang had certainly broadened his horizons once again.

A body that had been dead for six months had somehow "come back to life"?

"Master, if she isn't Huang Yuqiong, then who is she?"

Yan Zhengchu rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Just as he was about to speak, a series of faint laughs rang out in the air.

"Little Taoist priest, since you like catching ghosts so much, this corpse is perfect for you to play with."

The sound came from near to far, and then from far to near, until the sound from the compass disappeared, and the laughter also vanished.

Yu Lang was surprised again and asked, "Was the one who just spoke the evil spirit Fu Lou?"

"And what is this 'yin corpse' it's talking about?"

Yan Zhengchu tried to explain it in simple terms: "Actually, it's a type of walking corpse."

"A few days ago at the East Palace, those vengeful spirits possessed the corpses, causing them to turn into zombies. This kind is easy to deal with."

"The corpses we see now are formed because resentment permeates their bodies, creating a corpse aura that prevents the bones from decomposing."

"Although her soul has not yet absorbed enough Yin energy, her corpse will undergo a transformation when it is struck by the Yin energy transformed by Bai Qingshuang."

Yu Lang was so frightened by what he said that he quickly took a few steps back and bumped into Ren Fengjue behind him.

"Sir, the innkeeper's corpse has turned into a zombie!"

When Ren Fengjue arrived, he saw the corpse rise from the dead and was slightly surprised. "What happened?"

Yu Lang wanted to explain again, but then he saw Huang Yuqiong's body slowly descend from the stone bed in a very strange way.

She appeared to have almost stiff joints all over her body, and her movements were slow, so she did not seem to be dangerous.

But when she smells the scent of a stranger, she will pounce on them quickly.

"Retreat!"

Yan Zhengchu shouted, took out a yellow talisman, and struck it on Huang Yuqiong's forehead.

But these soul-suppressing talismans are for suppressing ghosts.

It has absolutely no effect on zombies.

"Huang Yuqiong" paused only slightly before continuing to pounce on the crowd.

Seeing this, Yan Zhengchu had no choice but to draw his jade sword to intercept her, buying time for Yu Lang and the others to retreat.

Thirteen was pulled back by Yu Lang, but he was struggling internally.

He also realized that Huang Yuqiong at this moment had completely lost her "humanity".

Just as the woman said—he truly could not bear the consequences.

How could the ever-smiling Yuqiong have turned into this?

How could he allow himself to turn her into this?

Suddenly, Thirteen gritted his teeth, broke free from Yu Lang's grasp, and knelt directly on the ground. "Daoist Master, please, please save Sister Yuqiong!"

Yan Zhengchu was struggling to fight the zombies, so how could he possibly pay attention to him?

Although this thing is inhuman, it possesses immense strength and is extremely ferocious. Once it catches you, it will bite off your neck and suck your blood dry.

He dared not be distracted at all, his mind filled with anxiety. His master had once taught him a spell called the "Corpse Fixation Spell," which could cure walking corpses.

But walking corpses are extremely rare, and he thought he would never encounter one in his lifetime.

Therefore, I didn't pay any attention to it when I was learning it.

But now that we suddenly need it, we're really at a loss.

Ren Fengjue also noticed that Yan Zhengchu was at a disadvantage, so he immediately drew his longsword and stepped forward to help.

But this walking corpse doesn't even care about Yan Zhengchu's jade sword that is used to ward off evil spirits, so how could it be afraid of ordinary weapons?

For a time, even with the combined efforts of two living people, they were no match for a "corpse".

The spirit of the lamp, Wuyou, couldn't resist peeking out halfway to "watch the battle" and even offered his own commentary.

"This young Taoist priest from Yunhe Mountain is skilled at catching ghosts, but he doesn't seem to be good at fighting 'walking corpses'."

"That makes sense, their school of thought focuses on 'spirit' in their spells and incantations."

"But walking corpses have no 'spirit,' only a body..."

It then turned to Xia Ximo, who was silently "watching the show," and said, "Mo Gu, your 'Bone Technique' is just the right counter to this walking corpse. It's come to this, aren't you going to make a move?"

"No rush."

She watched the battle unfold with a cold eye, her expression indifferent, as if she truly had no intention of getting involved.

Wuyou was puzzled, but fearing her temper, she dared not ask any more questions.

Over there, Yan Zhengchu was nearly exhausted. He had truly tried every spell and technique, but to no avail.

Ren Fengjue still had strength, but he could only help to hold them back for a while. If they continued to wear each other down, there was no chance of winning.

"Young Marquis, I can't hold on any longer. Let's stay alive and leave quickly."

Yan Zhengchu never expected that Bai Qingshuang would use such an insidious method to treat him.

He took a few steps back and called to the others, "Let's get out of this cave first and find a place to hide. These zombies are moving slowly now and won't be able to catch up for a while."

Ren Fengjue also felt that this place was not suitable for lingering. Upon hearing this, he naturally took Xia Ximo's hand and pulled her back.

Xia Ximo seemed to be still thinking about something, and was pulled by his strength to walk out of the stone cave.

Perhaps because her soul and body had completely merged, she could clearly feel Ren Fengjue's warm palm covering the back of her hand.

The feeling at that moment was somewhat subtle, and she couldn't help but look at his face.

Without much thought, Yan Zhengchu had already found a pile of stones to hide behind and instructed everyone: "If the zombies get close, remember not to make any noise. If necessary, you can hold your breath."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lang felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Daoist Master, is it possible that even you can't subdue this walking corpse?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengchu glanced at the silent Thirteen and said, "I do have some, but I won't use them unless absolutely necessary."

Thirteen also raised his eyes slightly, but did not speak.

Yu Lang could guess somewhat of what was going on, and asked, "What were the consequences of using it?"

Yan Zhengchu said solemnly, "If the body is destroyed, the soul will also be scattered. After that, you can only be a lonely ghost in the human world and will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Thirteen immediately shuddered, his gaze toward Yan Zhengchu turning cold and terrifying.

"You don't need to look at me like that..."

Yan Zhengchu quickly added, "As I said, I won't use it unless absolutely necessary."

"But if... she hurts any of us, don't blame me."

Thirteen didn't speak, and slowly lowered his eyes again.

Just then, Yu Lang suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh no, Xia is still over there. What if we run into her..."

Yan Zhengchu also knew that the matter was tricky and that he had to take action himself.

"Leave A-Xia to me. Don't make any rash moves until the zombies are subdued."