Please control me, my divine being!

Chapter 94 Jin Buhuan

Evil spirits.

This word suddenly reminded Zhou Qing of Huang Shiliugong, whom he had met in the North, and Gu Qinghan in the present.

The path of the [Corpse Demon] should be half corpse and half evil. Now he has seen this woman as a corpse, but he doesn’t know when she will reveal her evil side.

Moreover, he knows the levels of zombies, but how should evil spirits be classified?

Huang Shiliugong clearly doesn't have the same god-like strength as the River God of the Turbid River, but he's still not easy to deal with. The most ridiculous thing is that he can't be selected in the game and you need to use items to attack him.

This should be one of the characteristics of evil spirits.

Zhou Qing's thoughts were pulled back to reality by Su Tangyu.

After encountering the evil spirit, she still had the energy to communicate and explain through the [Mandarin Duck Musician]: "It's just a wandering evil spirit. Expelling it isn't difficult, but such evil spirits don't possess people without reason. I'll subdue it first, and then ask Manager Qian for the reason when he wakes up. What is His Highness's intention?"

"That's settled then," Zhou Qing replied calmly, then asked, "Do evil spirits have different levels?"

"Of course there are, such as the bondage, the wandering, the accomplice, the demon, and so on."

However, I prefer to think of them as categories rather than grades.

Just like how there are Gu people in the barbarian lands and Japanese in Southeast Asia, the only difference is the type of evil spirit and the vast difference in their strength.

Su Tangyu's voice was somewhat intermittent: "Moreover, the most troublesome thing about evil spirits is not entirely their strange abilities, but also largely because they are impossible to kill."

"Can't be killed?"

"Hmm, cannot be killed."

The Taoist sect called "Qing Shi Jia Xie" (请尸驾邪) got its name from this.

Because it cannot be killed, it can only be suppressed, sealed, or controlled by powerful means to be used for one's own purposes. This wandering evil spirit is not yet a threat; I can seal it away.

Zhou Qing continued, "If we compare such wandering evil spirits to those from the common martial arts world, what level of cultivator would they be?"

"Above the master of the hall and below the grandmaster of the town, they are barely at the first to second life-threatening stage. However, due to the different paths and lineages of the Dao, the actual combat situation will vary greatly and it is difficult to measure it by the progress of the Dao path."

At the very least, without methods of suppression, sealing, or expulsion, ordinary cultivators would undoubtedly be defeated upon encountering it.

Su Tangyu explained.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing frowned.

The guy Qian Siliang has messed with is obviously a troublesome one. How could an ordinary merchant be entangled with such evil?

After all, a master like Li Qinghe could easily be the leader of the underworld in Lianshan City, but his current strength is not enough to deal with this evil spirit.

"Since Master Su could resolve this so easily, has he already surpassed the Grandmaster of the Town?"

He had never had any idea about Su Tangyu's strength, but now that the topic had come up, he casually asked about it.

"After the master of sitting in the hall and the grandmaster of the sect, there are the inheritors of the family name, and I am currently at this stage."

Su Tangyu explained in a broken voice, presumably because the effects of the folk art [Yuanyang Ling] were fading: "I have sealed the evil spirit in the Nuo mask. After Qian Siliang wakes up, I will investigate the whole story and then report to Your Highness."

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Master Su."

After confirming that the matter of Qian Siliang could be resolved, Zhou Qing felt relieved.

After all, Lao Qian had found two props for him that had made great contributions, and he might be able to find more in the future, making him an extremely useful person.

"Was his encounter with the evil spirit an accident, or was there some other reason?"

This question was like a thorn stuck in Zhou Qing's heart.

Such underhanded methods are unnecessary when dealing with an ordinary businessman.

If it's just because Qian Siliang was unlucky and accidentally ran into trouble while collecting antiques or doing business, then that's fine. But if someone deliberately harmed him, then this matter needs to be thoroughly investigated.

After all, it's possible that the mastermind was targeting him, and Qian Siliang was just an innocent victim.

In such a world.

No amount of caution or prudence is too much.

Zhou Qing put aside his now-lost supernatural act, reopened the book, and entered the game.

A zombie's energy is far greater than that of a human. Even though his physique and spirit are now far stronger than those of an ordinary person, he still cannot endure Gu Qinghan's torment day and night.

Once I've created the complete ritual diagrams and altar, and Li Qinghe has successfully established an extraordinary force, and entered it into the game system, I won't need to keep such a constant watch on it.

Even outside of the game, believers can use fixed ritual diagrams and altars to point to themselves and make themselves aware of the truth.

In this way, Zhou Qing can respond immediately to any special circumstances, preventing these believers from causing trouble while he is not in the game.

Just like now.

Zhou Qing stared at the game text, his feelings a mix of emotions, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

You are eating dirt because you are hungry.

You are eating wood because you are hungry.

Zhou Qing looked at the status bar next to her.

Gu Qinghan's satiety level was still zero, and his sanity level was barely maintained at the passing grade, and it could drop at any time. Below him was a series of negative entries, making his situation even more miserable than when he first controlled Li Qinghe.

However, there are also extremely bizarre things in Gu Qinghan's status bar.

[Stiff Body: Ignores most negative status effects.]

She has been able to get through this long thanks to this entry.

"She's just a zombie, so eating anything won't increase her satiety. If she keeps eating like this, she'll develop pica."

This is due to physical constitution.

Zhou Qing hasn't thought of a way to restore her yet, so he can only forcibly control her from eating people.

He had a premonition.

Once this line is crossed, the newly trained character may become useless.

It's even less likely that Li Qinghe would undergo such a transformation and sublimation.

"Also, Gu Qinghan's connection to evil spirits hasn't been revealed yet, which we need to be careful about. And there's also the pursuit by the Crying Bone Society—" Zhou Qing was like a worried old father, thinking about any possible problems.

Hexiafang, the corpse-strewn cellar.

After Gu Qinghan crawled out of the coffin, her intense hunger drove her to gnaw half of the coffin lid off, and she also gnawed a large hole in the wall.

"This can't go on."

Looking at her slightly protruding belly, and recalling her past life, she was overcome with sadness.

Fortunately, due to the effects of rigor mortis, her emotions come and go quickly.

With the attention of a celestial being, a powerful backer, and a strong will to survive, she managed to persevere.

Otherwise, if he had turned into this inhuman, ghostly state, he probably would have collapsed long ago.

Hunger still tormented my nerves, but I couldn't eat anything more.

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"First, check the previous owner's social connections and various transactions." Gu Qinghan went to the front desk, opened the previous owner's account books and notes, and began to read them line by line.

The other person's interpersonal relationships are not complicated.

Aside from the daily need to go out to purchase goods, he usually stays in the shop, tending to his customers, cultivating his skills, and gathering the offerings and materials needed for the next sacrificial ceremony.

Their life was impoverished, dull, and uninteresting.

"I don't have many friends or acquaintances, so I don't have to worry about their relatives or friends coming looking for me."

However, the monthly rent needs to be paid in person to the ward owner. If this hurdle can be overcome, then one can survive here. But running a shop requires sourcing goods from outside the city, and if members of the Crying Bone Society are stationed outside the ward, that will have to be addressed.

The several purchasing points listed in the ledger are all located in the suburbs outside Jiang'an City.

To obtain new corpses, one must leave the market.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Maybe in a couple of days, my memory will return to more, and I'll remember everything.

I'll pay this month's rent today.

Gu Qinghan's heart was as cold as a deep pool.

Now, only hunger and thirst can evoke strong emotions in her.

She glanced under the counter; it was filled with a drawer full of blood money, about twenty strings of cash.

Blood money has extremely high purchasing power.

The monthly rent for this mortuary, plus the incense money for the owner and daily expenses, amounted to only about ten strings of cash.

However, the previous owner spent most of the shop's monthly profits. Cultivators usually don't have the habit of saving money, especially independent cultivators, who always spend as much as they have.

These twenty-odd strings of cash were all earned this month.

Gu Qinghan packed the money into a bundle, opened the shop door, and before he could even step out, a round, chubby figure tumbled down the door panel.

Looking at the familiar silk fabric on the other person's body, Gu Qinghan said coldly, "What, are you short of corpse workers again? Get out of here, or I'll turn you into a zombie."

"6

Standing guard outside the shop was none other than Jin Buhuan, the unscrupulous owner of the kiln workshop.

The man, who used to be timid as a mouse, now sat dejectedly on the steps, his face covered in mud, tears, and snot, his eyes lifeless, muttering under his breath, "Dead, all of them are dead."

Gu Qinghan frowned and kicked him away: "What are you babbling about? Go do your crazy stuff somewhere else, don't affect my business."

Jin Buhuan fell face-first into the mud, and the pain brought him back to his senses. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, he cried out, "Grandma Corpse, teach me magic! Teach me cultivation!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times.

Gu Qinghan frowned even more as she looked at the blood flowing on the ground. Seeing that the people in the surrounding shops were paying attention to this place, she grabbed him with one hand and pulled him into the shop like a chick, then closed the shop door again.

boom.

Inside the dark shop, candlelight flickered.

Jin Buhuan swallowed hard, looking at the motionless corpses around him, and his dazed mind suddenly perked up.

In his youth, he was a man who lived on the edge and killed without blinking an eye.

He had been a river bandit and robber, a thug and a bandit, and was an out-and-out villain. But when faced with bizarre and mysterious things beyond his comprehension, he couldn't muster even a bit of the courage of a murderer.

However, the foundation he had built up over most of his life, along with his wife, children, and elderly parents, were all reduced to ashes in a single fire.

There's nothing left to lose now.

"Manager Gu, I'm at my wit's end. If you don't help me, I'm afraid I'll die tomorrow." Jin Buhuan hurriedly lowered his head, lay on the ground, and dared not look at the female corpse in front of him.

"Ha, why should I help you?" Gu Qinghan stared at him coldly, a hint of sarcasm in his smile. "If we hadn't used the corpse craftsmanship, your courtyard wouldn't have caught fire; it's just karma."

"No, it's definitely not the corpse worker's fault. I left several trusted guards to watch over it; it's impossible for it to have gone wrong."

Jin Buhuan's face was filled with sorrow, but his eyes flashed with a fierce light: "And those dozens of charred corpses were all taken away by the Zhenfu Division. If it were just a simple fire, they would have been hastily buried."

This was arson committed intentionally, killing my entire family!

"So what? What does this have to do with me?"

Gu Qinghan said expressionlessly, "You should thank me, otherwise you would have been burned to death inside too."