Please control me, my divine being!

Chapter 103 Withered Glory Corpse Shop and Herbal Medicine Hall

The Corpse Shop of Withered Glory is where the former owner bought original corpses.

Just like the business of traveling through shady places and crossing steep mountains, which is monopolized by coffin bearers.

The business of buying and selling corpses was almost entirely monopolized by a few channels: corpse keepers, corpse carriers, corpse retrievers, and so on.

Almost all the corpse shops are run by cultivators of these paths.

The condition and type of the corpses differed, and they were sold in different shops.

The shop owned by the Song family manager in Hexiafang was a high-end corpse shop, which not only had finished zombies but also advanced white zombies. Such shops were mostly run by corpse breeders.

In the valley, the most common shops are those that sell ordinary corpses.

Obtaining a corpse is no easy task.

When a family member dies, they usually follow the normal burial process and perform rituals to pray for the deceased.

This kind of corpse should never be used as material for corpse refining.

Grave robbing and corpse theft, once discovered, constitute an irreconcilable feud and a serious crime under the laws of the Great Wu Dynasty.

The corpses that can be used to raise and refine zombies are mostly unclaimed ones, beggars and vagrants who died on the streets, or prisoners who died in jail.

Others are people who have signed contracts before their death, willing to sell their bodies after they die.

These corpses needed to be collected and purchased on a special basis, and then transported out of the city through various channels, both overt and covert.

After all, there are too many high-ranking officials and nobles in Jiang'an City, and they strictly control cultivators. Such gray-area business transactions within the city are very likely to cause problems.

Over time.

The lingering dark clouds and the stench of death made the ridge a perfect place to digest these corpses.

The Corpse Shop of Withered Glory is a shop that sells ordinary corpses. The shopkeeper used to buy his goods from there.

A perfectly preserved corpse is priced at two or three taels of silver.

In terms of blood money, it's only a few coins.

Shopkeeper Song would buy dozens of corpses at a time, plant corpse-controlling spells inside them, draw corpse-controlling talismans on them, and after a little refining, they could be sold as the cheapest finished purple zombies.

One body can be sold for anywhere from ten to several dozen blood coins.

These types of zombies are consumed and eliminated quickly.

Because talismans and corpse curses are the lowest level, they can only do so much.

The real money-makers are the white and black zombies. These are selected from the previous purple zombies, with the best quality, and are refined over a long period of time. They can be sold for a very considerable price.

Upon hearing the name "Kuru Rong Corpse Shop," Zhang Qi immediately agreed and turned to lead the way.

The terrain of Guolinggang Mountain is steep.

Along the rugged mountain road, you can see coffins lying haphazardly on both sides, with only a few houses appearing from time to time.

"Most of these coffins are dwellings because the mountains are filled with corpses and eerie atmosphere. Fierce zombies often escape at night and come down the mountain to eat people, so most people dare not sleep outdoors and spend a little money to buy a coffin to live in."

Zhang Qi led the way while explaining.

The layout of the entire Guolinggang area is from bottom to top, with the most powerful and influential people residing at the highest point of the mountain.

Shops like Baicao Tiaotang are mostly located on the mountainside.

Being able to live in a house here already puts you ahead of most people.

Led by Zhang Qi, Gu Qinghan walked for an hour and arrived at the foot of Guolinggang Mountain, in front of the Kurong Corpse Shop.

Several large pits were dug around the morgue, filled with various corpses, including men, women, and children.

The shop also has even better corpses, mostly those with good fortune, extraordinary backgrounds, or tragic experiences and deep resentment. These corpses are the materials for making high-quality zombies, and naturally, they are more expensive.

Gu Qinghan calculated the amount of blood money he had and immediately bought thirty ordinary corpses.

Seeing this, Jin Buhuan also took out the money he had earned from his own blood essence and bought fifteen more.

The shop owner was a gloomy middle-aged man. He glanced at Gu Qinghan and then looked at Jin Buhuan and Zhang Qi next to him: "The corpse control spells on these corpses are all one-time use. Once activated after purchase, they can be active for about two or three days."

There are also things like anti-corrosion and moisture-proofing, which you have to take care of yourself.

The terrain over the ridge is unique, making it difficult for corpses to decompose; however, once outside this area, things are different.

Taking the corpse control bell, Gu Qinghan awakened the group of corpses that were not yet purple zombies, and then shook the bell.

The next moment, the corpse began to move slowly, following behind her.

With so many corpses, you can no longer ride in the coffins carried by the pallbearers. Instead, you have to buy a wooden plaque from the pallbearers to ward off evil spirits and corpses, and then lead the corpses out yourself.

Gu Qinghan did not rush to leave, but instead had Zhang Qi take her to a shop that sold materials for raising corpses.

Her hunger had not yet been satisfied.

However, almost all the materials used to feed the zombies in the zombie-raising shop are various kinds of blood food.

Gu Qinghan was so hungry that he bought several servings of blood dishes made from pig's blood. He walked to the side and silently recited the name of the Heavenly Venerable in his heart. He was not stopped, so he felt relieved.

"Food made from animal blood should be fine, since people eat pork and pig blood too! It's just that this stuff is actually more expensive than food made from human blood."

My stomach is growling with hunger.

Gu Qinghan immediately bit into the congealed blood.

The frozen pig's blood, which was supposed to melt in her mouth, felt like molten iron as soon as it went down her throat, causing a burning pain.

Gu Qinghan clutched his stomach, bent over, and let out a cry of pain like that of a baby.

The tearing pain spread instantly to all the internal organs.

Zhang Qi and Jin Buhuan, who were chatting idly in the distance, heard the commotion and turned to look.

Zhang Qi wanted to go over, but Jin Buhuan immediately stopped him: "This is our manager's old problem. She'll be fine in a while. Don't provoke her, or she'll get angry again."

Zhang Qi is now the property of Baicao Herbal Hall.

If Gu Qinghan were to consume this precious medicine he had just received, we would end up losing a large sum of money.

"An old problem?"

Zhang Qi stared at Gu Qinghan, who was writhing on the ground in pain, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

The corner of the other person's hat was lifted at that moment, allowing him to see the left half of their face.

A young woman with exceptionally beautiful features, yet her face was covered in large patches of lividity!

Zhang Qi was absolutely certain that it was indeed corpse spots.

Moreover, these markings do not appear on corpses that have just died; they only appear on zombies that have been dead for a long time.

His eyes darted around, and he smiled at Jin Buhuan, saying, "The Hundred Herbs Hall is right next door, why don't we go take a look?"

Jin Buhuan had no idea what had gotten into this strange female corpse. He was about to try to brush it off when Gu Qinghan had already recovered. Her eyes were faintly scarlet, and her tone was icy: "Take me to the Hundred Herbs Hall."

Zhang Qi was startled, nodded repeatedly, and walked ahead.

The mountain path was narrow, and with the herbal medicine shop bustling with business and people coming and going, Gu Qinghan had no choice but to leave the dozens of corpses he had just bought in the morgue.

The herbal medicine shop here is larger than the one in Hexiafang, and selling blood is only a small part of their business.

Gu Qinghan chewed on a twig he had broken off from the mountain, weighed the blood money in his pocket, went to the pharmacy, and found a real pharmacist to treat Xu Mofan.

"This young lady is suffering from corpse poison, excessive blood loss, and yin energy invading her body... Hmm? There seem to be strange insects in her body devouring her blood energy." The pharmacist Cui saw through Xu Mofan's problems at a glance.

Gu Qinghan asked in a low voice, "Can it be cured?"

"Hehe, of course I can cure her. Five strings of cash, and I can guarantee this girl's safety."

Without hesitation, Gu Qinghan took out five strings of cash from his bundle.

Cultivators from the lineage of herbal medicine are naturally different from ordinary doctors. Gu Qinghan, who had no other choice, easily forced out the turtle with just a few silver needles.

The next step is to remove the yin energy and corpse energy, and replenish the blood energy.

The pharmacists in Guolinggang were almost all skilled in treating this disease. Before long, Xu Mofan's expression relaxed considerably. Although he was still unconscious, he was out of danger.

"The girl will wake up in about two hours."

"I am very confident," said Pharmacist Cui.

Gu Qinghan's eyes flickered, and seeing that the other party was about to leave, he immediately asked, "Pharmacist Cui, I wonder if you can cure the zombie disease?"

"Hehe, there's no illness that can't be cured."

There are tens of thousands of zombies in the ridge, and many of them are more valuable than humans. I've actually treated quite a few of them.

Upon hearing this, Pharmacist Cui sensed a big business opportunity and immediately said, "Don't worry, young lady. We in this line of work are very discreet and will never reveal a patient's hidden illness. This is a rule passed down from the founder of our pharmacy."

Gu Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, "How do we cure the zombies' hunger?"

"Feeding them with blood is sufficient. If they are higher-ranking zombies, incense offerings will also suffice." Pharmacist Cui looked puzzled. "This is common knowledge in the art of raising zombies. Since you have been to Linggang, you must be someone who practices this art. Why do you need to ask me?"

"What if all of these are useless?"

"Useless? Ha, that's quite a strange thing. Could it be the legendary Ba or Hou? If you could bring that zombie here, I might know. But this kind of zombie that can't be fed or tamed is probably cheaper to recycle."

"Illegible Cui said with a smile."

But the next moment, he saw the woman in front of him take off her straw hat, remove her veil, and reveal her face covered with lividity.

The old pharmacist's smile immediately froze on his face, and he was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

Fortunately, Gu Qinghan reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, and the strong force applied immediately restored his composure.

"I've lived in Guolinggang for over ten years, and this is the first time I've ever been scared by a zombie." Pharmacist Cui kept drinking his tea, his eyes scanning the lividity on her face and hands, still shaken.

Gu Qinghan told him about her current symptoms.

Pharmacist Cui frowned: "A corpse gaining sentience? That's strange. Young lady, you really don't remember anything?"

"I only remember some memories from before, but I have no memory of how I became a zombie. Moreover, I crave human flesh and blood every moment, and I can't satisfy my hunger with any other food."

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Gu Qinghan's hoarse voice carried a hint of fear: "Hungry, I feel so hungry every day!"