Starting from his vigorous old age, he began to conquer Liaozhai.

"It's a pity that the culprit who caused the zombie plague was killed by the centurion, otherwise I would definitely have figured out how that person created the zombie plague." Zhang He couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Sitting opposite Zhang He, Mao Dafu's eyelids twitched.

"So what if we develop the corpse plague virus? We can't just use it on our own kind, can we?"

"Of course not," Zhang He quickly denied.

"I'm just very interested in the Corpse Plague Poison, and who said it can only be used to kill and not to help people?"

"Helping others?" Mao Dafu asked with some doubt.

Zhang He gestured for Mao Dafu to look at Cai Da's right arm, "After this arm was sawed off, it should have lost its vitality."

"But look at its wrist. Compared to half an hour ago, it has become more stiff, but it is not the stiffness of a corpse. It is more like the physical changes brought about by a martial artist who has mastered hard skills."

Mao Dafu curiously pinched the wrist of the severed arm a few times, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

"That's true. With this level of hardness, it could probably withstand even ordinary sword and knife cuts."

"But why was it so easy for me to cut it off with a saw just now?"

Mao Dafu felt as if he were caught in a huge mystery.

"This means that even though the severed arm was cut off, it has been undergoing mutation. In other words, the plague virus in Cai Da's body was suppressed by the Corpse Plague Powder, but the plague virus in this severed arm is still alive." Zhang He's smile widened.

"This... I think I understand." Mao Dafu had been following Zhang He's train of thought, but he still didn't understand what benefits the corpse plague could bring.

"How did we handle the plague corpses before?" Zhang He wasn't in a hurry and began to guide Mao Dafu step by step.

"Burn it with fire," Mao Dafu said.

"Yes! But if we don't burn the plague corpses, do you think it's possible that these corpses will be reborn again soon, even stronger?"

Zhang He's words were like a thunderclap in Mao Dafu's ears.

A layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on Mao Dafu's forehead.

"Lord Zhang, what do you intend to do?" Mao Dafu had a vague idea in his mind.

"The Corpse Plague Powder can remove the Corpse Plague poison. If we can find out why the Corpse Plague poison makes people lose their minds, is it possible to develop a method that can remove the ferocity of the poison while retaining its property of enhancing the human body?"

Zhang He finally revealed his ultimate plan.

Mao Dafu, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. In his opinion, Zhang He's idea was like a wild and imaginative one, but it was worth a try.

This is in some ways the same principle he used to sew ape limbs onto a human body.

If the ability to extract the corpse plague toxin's ability to enhance human physical constitution can be achieved, the benefits it would bring to the Hundred Households would be unimaginable.

"Lord Zhang, I am willing to cooperate with you." Mao Dafu's admiration for Zhang He had reached a new level, and he said firmly.

"Seal this arm away. Observe it three times a day, morning, noon and night. If there are any changes that are beyond our control, destroy it immediately."

By the end, Zhang He's tone had become sinister.

Mao Dafu carefully put the arm that had been sawed off Cai Da's body into a wooden box and placed it in the deepest part of the tent.

Zhang He's gaze fell into the distance, a hint of madness appearing in his eyes. "It seems we still need to ask Commander Liu for the two plague corpses tomorrow, for better observation."

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Lanruo Temple.

The bluestone path leading to the temple was overgrown with weeds, and the plaque was old and the characters on it were faded and illegible.

A few crows occasionally disappeared from the temple.

In the deepest part of the temple, the Buddha statues are dilapidated, the plaster on the walls has peeled off, and the corners are covered with cobwebs.

"That disgraceful piece of trash, Zangpo Long, was actually killed by Cao Xiong."

The Yaksha folded its wings and sat atop the broken Buddha statue. A fierce glint flashed in its scarlet eyes, yet its tone carried a hint of barely perceptible pleasure.

"Lord Yaksha, you are truly amazing. If Cao Xiong hadn't been lucky last time, he would have been torn to pieces by you."

A female ghost dressed in a yellow dress sat in the shadows of the room.

Her voice was like that of a nightingale, clear and melodious.

"Hahaha, Zangpo Long was rude to me many times before, but I tolerated it repeatedly out of respect for my grandmother."

"I didn't expect them to be so easily defeated."

"However, Cao Xiong cannot be allowed to live. He was lucky to escape with his life last time. Now that I have the time, it's time to get rid of this ant."

Yaksha's voice was filled with hatred. If it weren't for Cao Xiong, he wouldn't have lost the corpse servant he had finally chosen.

"What you say is true, sir. If you kill Cao Xiong, the other commanders will definitely look at you with new respect." The woman in yellow lingered in her eyes, raised her arm, and used her sleeve to hide her smile.

"Well said, but Cao Xiong is holed up in Guobei County and won't come out. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to succeed in the short term." Yaksha couldn't help but show a hint of annoyance on his face.

"Don't worry, sir. In my opinion, it's very simple."

The woman in yellow had a smile on her face.

"Tell me more," Yasha said, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"As far as I know, Cao Xiong, as a centurion of Guobei County, has always been conscientious in his duties. Didn't the recent outbreak of the corpse plague by Zangpolong attract Cao Xiong out of the county town?"

"As long as you make a slight move, you will surely be able to lure the snake out of its hole." The yellow-clad female ghost spoke with unwavering conviction.

"The Burial Dragon made such a big fuss, but didn't contribute much human flesh and blood to Grandma."

"The adults can take this opportunity to make a great contribution in front of Grandma."

The yellow-clad female ghost, who was speaking excitedly, suddenly felt a murderous intent fall upon her, which vanished in a flash.

She looked behind her with some confusion, only to meet Nie Xiaoqian's calm and unwavering eyes.

The woman in yellow felt a chill run down her spine, a sense of dread washing over her.

Nie Xiaoqian was originally of similar strength to her, but now she has become a commander-level ghost cultivator whom she cannot afford to offend.

"Your idea is excellent. This Lanruo Temple has been abandoned for too long; it's time to rekindle its flames." The more Yaksha thought about it, the better he felt it was.

Recently, many more demons and ghosts have joined the Demon Cave, including some cultivators of similar strength to him.

If he doesn't show some promise soon, the prestige of being the tree demon's godson will soon be completely gone.

The female ghost in yellow hurriedly kowtowed, "Lord Yaksha is mighty! Only when you are stronger can we little ghosts have the opportunity to improve our strength."

"Don't worry, you won't be treated unfairly." The Yaksha spread its wings and flew out of the temple, leaving only its echo in the main hall.

The woman in yellow looked up at the spot where the Yaksha was sitting, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Clearly, Yaksha took these words to heart and left Lanruo Temple without hesitation, most likely having a clear idea of ​​what to do next.

"Xiaoju, I didn't expect you to be so smart."

Nie Xiaoqian's voice suddenly rang out behind the yellow-clad female ghost.

Nie Xiaoqian's voice is devoid of any emotion.

The woman in yellow was terrified. She knew Nie Xiaoqian too well; she could clearly hear the estrangement and murderous intent in Nie Xiaoqian's tone.