For thirty years, he has roamed the Northeast, his divine might overwhelming all immortals under hea

I knew the answer, but I still left the rooster next to the foundation pit.

It's strange, I originally thought that these two-legged beasts would be running back and forth.

But the rooster stood guard beside the foundation pit like a statue, motionless.

Seeing how dedicated this rooster is, I feel relieved.

On my way home, I tried to communicate with Huang Dalang, but all my attempts were unsuccessful.

This really worried me. I've only been involved for a short time, and it's really difficult for me to face such evil spirits on my own.

"Kid, what's that Huang family bastard up to about you, you clumsy brat? And what about that white snake from the Liu family?"

"Who? Who spoke?"

I looked around in terror; all I could see was darkness.

"Hey kid, what are you looking for?"

The voice in my mind rang again, and I panicked a little.

Finally, his gaze fell on the little fox beside him.

"Was that you who just spoke?"

I looked at the little fox in disbelief.

I brought this little fox home out of curiosity, after all, I'd never seen one with two tails before.

"Nonsense, who else could it be in this pitch black?"

"Then...then you..."

"Hey, don't count on me. I'm very weak right now, and I can't beat that evil spirit."

I was initially quite excited, but after what this little fox said, I deflated like a punctured balloon.

That's a flying zombie.

There was no news from Liu Ruoyun, and Huang Dalang was completely unaware of it.

Finally, a little fox appeared, but it was quite straightforward, telling me directly not to count on it.

"But don't be discouraged. Just because I can't beat them now doesn't mean I won't be able to in the future."

"The future? What future? That evil spirit is incredibly powerful; it might reappear any day now. There's no future here."

"Tsk tsk, a mere child, he's destined for mediocrity."

"Hey, who are you talking about?"

"I kindly saved you and carried you home, and not only did you not help, but you also undermined morale."

I pointed at the little fox, and my anger flared up.

"Tsk tsk, what are you panicking for? Did I say I wasn't going to help you?"

As soon as I heard that things were taking a turn for the better, I immediately changed my attitude.

"Didn't you say you couldn't beat them?"

"Hey, I told you you're simple-minded, did you really want me to take action myself?"

"After crossing the back mountain of Zhujiakan, there is a mountain called Laoheishan. There is a wild dog there that might be able to help you."

"Wild dogs? Wild dogs can defeat these century-old flying zombies?"

"You're not lying to me?"

I find it hard to believe, wild dogs and flying zombies.

That obviously doesn't sound very reliable.

"Just go when I tell you to, stop with all this nonsense."

After saying that, the little fox actually got up and jumped into my arms, snuggled against my body, and fell asleep.

I'm so angry! Is this what you call helping?

What kind of temper is that?

Before I knew it, I was home.

I don't know what Laoheishan is like yet; I'll have to ask my dad.

As I pushed open the door, the kerosene lamp inside made me squint. My father was squatting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and stuffing smoke into his pipe.

When I entered, they also stood up.

"How about it? Is that rooster any good? I spent a lot of money on it, 50 yuan!"

"Father, that rooster can hold out for a while, and my family's powerful backer is also going all out. The evil spirit has already returned underground, but it's unclear how long it can hold out."

"Then... Thirteen, what do we do next?"

My father took a puff of his cigarette, and a hint of panic appeared on his face.

"Dad, do you know Old Black Mountain?"

"Old Black Mountain? Why are you asking that?"

"The spirit said there's someone over there who can help us solve our problem, so I have to go and invite them."

My father's expression changed.

"Thirteen, there's no one in Old Black Mountain. That place isn't a place where people can live."

"What, what happened, Dad? Tell me."

Judging from what my father said, he had obviously been there, or at least heard about it.

"That place isn't just haunted, it's deadly!"

My father lowered his voice, as if afraid that something would hear him.

"Thirty years ago, your second uncle, Old Wang, the village's old hunter, and I went to Laoheishan to hunt roe deer. We were young and ignorant back then. We heard that there were many wild animals in Laoheishan, so we thought we would try our luck. Looking back now, that time was like a brush with death. We almost didn't make it back."

I leaned forward a little, and my heart skipped a beat. The little fox had woken up at some point, its two tails sticking up, its ears pressed against the kang mat, listening intently.

"It was early autumn then, and the weather wasn't that cool yet, but the place called Laoheishan was really strange. In broad daylight, the fog in the mountains was as thick as if it were mixed with ink, so thick that you couldn't see a person more than five steps away."

My dad took a puff of his cigarette, and the pipe tapped against the sole of his shoe.

"The three of us had only been in the woods for half an hour when we started to feel dizzy and lightheaded. Grandpa Wang said it was miasma and told us to quickly take out the mugwort rolls we had brought and light them. The smoke from the mugwort made us cough, but it did manage to suppress the dizziness."

"We originally planned to lasso a roe deer and leave, but after walking for most of the day, we didn't see a single rabbit, let alone a roe deer. Instead, we wandered further and further into the wilderness. The trees in the forest were crooked and twisted, with branches that looked like ghost claws, scraping against our clothes with a rustling sound. Suddenly, your second uncle let out a loud shout and said he had seen something."

My father paused at this point, swallowed hard, and a hint of lingering fear flashed in his eyes.

"Grandpa Wang and I ran over quickly and saw something dark lying under a tree about ten steps away from us. At first glance, it looked like a big dog, but upon closer inspection, it was bigger than a calf, with a head the size of a bamboo basket, and eerie green eyes like two will-o'-the-wisps. Its mouth was open, and the teeth it revealed were longer than a butcher's knife. The stench was so strong it could make you vomit."

"Uncle Wang was an experienced hunter, very knowledgeable. He turned pale and shouted, 'It's a black bear demon! Run!' The black bear demon seemed startled, howling as it charged forward. The noise made the leaves fall like rain. Your second uncle and I were terrified and ran for our lives. As I ran, I glanced back and saw the black bear demon slam its claw into a tree as thick as a bowl, snapping it in two like breaking off firewood!"

"The three of us were running around aimlessly in the woods. The miasma was getting thicker and thicker, and we could barely keep our eyes open. As we were running, I slipped and fell straight into a pit. The pit was really deep, and I almost broke my back. I cried out to heaven and earth, but no one answered. Your second uncle and Uncle Wang couldn't care less about me anymore. As I heard their footsteps getting farther and farther away, I thought to myself, 'This is it, we're going to have to feed that black bear demon.'"

"Just as I was lying in the pit waiting to die, I suddenly heard a noise at the edge of the pit. I thought it was the black bear demon following me, so I quickly shrank into a ball. But then a head popped down. It wasn't a black bear, but a big gray dog. The dog was really strong, with its fur standing on end. It barked at me twice, then grabbed my trouser leg and pulled me out of the pit."

"My legs went weak and I couldn't even stand up. The big gray dog ​​was squatting next to me, wagging its tail and licking my hand. When I came to my senses, I realized that the black bear demon's roar was not far away. The big gray dog ​​barked at me twice and then ran towards the black bear demon. Not long after, I heard howling biting sounds and the black bear demon's screams."

"I didn't care about anything else, I scrambled and crawled out of the woods. I don't know how long I ran, but I finally got out of the fog of Laoheishan Mountain and saw the fields in the village. I sat down on the ground with a thud, and I didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. Later I found out that your second uncle and Grandpa Wang had also made it out. It was just that Grandpa Wang's leg was scratched by a tree branch and it took more than half a month to heal from the infection."

As my dad finished speaking, he took another puff of his cigarette and patted my arm.

"After that, no one in the village dared to go to Old Black Mountain anymore. Everyone said that place was extremely yin, that the miasma could bewitch the mind, and that wild beasts could become spirits. Some even said that the big gray dog ​​in the mountain was the mount of the mountain god, and that it was in charge of the evil spirits of Old Black Mountain. Thirteen, tell your father the truth, did you inquire about Old Black Mountain because you wanted to go in?"

I was taken aback by my father's question and stammered.

"father………"

"What are you thinking about? Thinking about going to find that dog?"

My father was full of worry; perhaps he had already guessed the answer.

"Yes."

"Thirteen, we really can't go to Old Black Mountain. Isn't there any other way?"

"Father, as the saying goes, there is always something that can subdue something else. Besides, I have no other choice now. Some things must be tried. Moreover, I cannot just stand by and watch that evil spirit harm the area."

"what!"

A scream interrupted my conversation with my father.

I dashed away in one stride.

I opened the gate and saw Xiao Liu, whom I had met before, chasing after a woman on the main road.

Xiao Liu ran in a wobbly, stiff manner, while the woman's face was filled with terror.

"Help!"

My pupils constricted. Xiao Liu had just died, so how could he have come back to life so quickly? Moreover, weren't the bodies of the others taken away by the police?

How did they end up in the village?

Before I could think too much about it, two more zombies appeared in my field of vision.

I gasped in shock. So all those dead people had come back to life.

In my panic, I remembered something.

Those people died because they were influenced by the tomb owner, whose life force was drained away by the tomb owner.

After death, the corpse poison spread through the body, turning the deceased into a zombie just like the tomb owner.

The only saving grace is that these zombies, formed by the spread of corpse poison, are not difficult to deal with.

"Dad! You stay home and guard the door, don't come out! I'm going to check the west side!"

I yelled at the top of my lungs, and the little fox in my arms woke up at some point, wrapped its two tails around my arm, and squeaked.

"Are you crazy? At least bring a kitchen knife! Even though that zombie is only half-finished, there are still plenty of them!"

Although the little fox's words made me uncomfortable, there was nothing wrong with them.

I turned around and went back into the house, picked up the kitchen knife, weighed it in my hand, and realized it was heavy enough.

The kitchen knife is the same as the butcher's knife.

They are all weapons of death.

In rural areas, kitchen knives are practically omnipotent; wherever knives are used, kitchen knives are present.

The woman's screams woke up more villagers, and more people appeared on the main road.

Without exception, upon seeing the zombie, they all ran for their lives.

"Holy crap, what the hell is going on?"

"It's come back to life! It's come back to life!"

"My God, please save us!"

Panic gripped Zhujiakan instantly.

I carried the kitchen knife and walked onto the main road, heading straight towards the zombies.

This cleaver was sharpened by my father for half his life; the blade is incredibly sharp. But when I used it to cut a stiff neck, it felt like I was hitting hard wood, and the shock made my hand go numb.

The stiff man suddenly turned around, his face as white as paper, his eyes rolled back, his mouth open, and a stench of decay wafted into my nose.

"Hold!"

I cursed and dodged its outstretched hand. Its fingernails were incredibly long and dark; if I had been scratched, I probably would have lost a chunk of flesh.

The little fox in my arms suddenly squeaked, its two tails brushing against the back of my hand. I felt a warmth in my palm, and when I swung the cleaver again, it felt light and airy, and I had much more strength.

I seized the opportunity, and with the momentum of my charge, I raised the cleaver high and slammed it down hard on the stiff head.

With a "crack," the stiff head was split in two, black blood splattered all over my face, and my body swayed before falling straight down.

Another zombie saw me and, with a howl, pounced on me.

I had just finished making a chop, and my arm was still sore, so I could only quickly back away. My heel hit a rock, and I almost fell to the ground.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly flipped over the courtyard wall, holding a pickaxe handle, and smashed it down on Xing Jiang's head.

With a "bang," Xing Jiang's head was dented by the impact, and he swayed before falling to the ground.

When I looked closely, I realized it was my father.

"Thirteen, how dare you charge in alone? Are you out of your mind?"

"What on earth happened? How did a perfectly healthy person end up like this?"

"It's those flying zombies causing trouble. They suck up living souls, and people become walking zombies."

"Father, don't ask such detailed questions yet. This thing isn't very capable; its head is its fatal point. Also, these corpses need to be burned with peach wood."

My dad nodded.

"I'm going to tell everyone to watch out for Thirteen."

My dad turned around and ran into the crowd, shouting as he ran.

Meanwhile, I searched for the wandering zombie in the village.

I remember that six or seven people died at the time, and they must have all come back to life.

I quickly found two more.

I've never considered myself a brave person, but right now I'm not afraid.

With a swift stroke, the stiff head was severed from the body.

Just as I was feeling relieved that things were going relatively smoothly, I felt something approaching. I turned around abruptly, and a dark, blurry claw was already slamming down towards me.

I quickly dodged.

But a sharp pain still shot through my left arm.

"Damn it, they're so ungrateful."

He gripped the kitchen knife tightly and swung it around rapidly.

When I stopped, the cleaver in my hand was already chipped.

"Huff huff..."

I was panting heavily, looking at my arm that had been scratched by the zombie, my face contorted in pain.

If I get scratched, I'll get infected with the corpse virus. I have to treat it immediately, or I'll end up like these guys.