Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

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The knocking was rhythmic, neither hurried nor slow, with each knock occurring at almost the exact same interval, unlike the noise his rough men would make.

Luo Dapao's heart skipped a beat. He put down the incense, quietly went into the bedroom, and pulled a pistol from under his pillow.

The gun felt heavy, giving him a sense of confidence as he held it in his hand.

"Who is it?" He walked to the door and asked, pressing his ear against the door panel.

There was no answer from outside; only the knocking continued.

Knock, knock... The rhythm remains neither too fast nor too slow, as if it will never stop.

"Damn it, you're asking for it!" Luo Dapao's ferocity was brought to the surface, and he raised his hand and fired several shots at the wooden door.

The sounds of gunfire echoed through the room, and several bullet holes appeared on the door panel instantly, filling the air with the smell of gunpowder.

He pressed himself against the door and peered through the bullet hole—there was no one outside, not even a shadow.

Luo Dapao suddenly pulled open the door, simultaneously aiming his pistol at the blind spot on the stairs.

No one is empty.

Luo Dapao's eyes narrowed, and he turned around and walked quickly to the shrine. He bit his middle finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and dripped them onto the statue of Master Gui.

The blood fell onto the surface of the statue and quickly seeped in, as if absorbed by a sponge.

The statue of the Ghost Master emitted a dark red light, a sign that preceded each manifestation.

Seeing the familiar red light, Luo Dapao breathed a sigh of relief—as long as the Ghost Master appeared, even a vengeful ghost couldn't harm him.

However, what he didn't know was that Master Gui was not having a good time at that moment.

Its neck was tightly gripped by a withered hand, its entire body suspended in mid-air, its red eyes surging with unprecedented fear.

The one holding it is Uncle Shou.

It never expected that this bastard Luo Dapao would attract such a terrifying being.

It was clearly a true ghost or god that had arrived. Even its true form might not be a match for it, let alone this mere clone.

It seems like today is going to be a bad day. If it weren't for being held captive and unable to break free, it would have killed that bastard Luo Dapao first.

Shoubo looked at the ghost master, whose eyes were bloodshot and whose body was like a cloud of black mist. He opened his mouth as wide as a washbasin and swallowed the terrified ghost master whole. He chewed a few times and then swallowed it.

At the same time, the statue of the Ghost Master in the shrine exploded, scattering fragments, some of which even hit Luo Dapao in the face.

"What?!"

Luo Dapao's pupils constricted, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

The statue of Master Ghost actually exploded—he had been worshipping it for so many years and had seen many fierce ghosts, but Master Ghost had never lost.

Even when the vengeful ghost in red came to claim her life two years ago, Master Ghost drove her away.

But this time the statue exploded, which meant that what was coming was far more terrifying than the red-clothed ghost.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The throbbing pain came on extremely suddenly, as if something had pierced through his chest cavity and gripped his still-beating heart.

What he couldn't see was that Shou Bo's hand had already reached into his chest, his five fingers gently closing.

Soon, a deathly pale look appeared on Luo Dapao's fleshy face, and he collapsed to the ground silently as if all his strength had been drained.

A moment later, Luo Dapao's soul emerged from the corpse in a daze.

The soul was still very weak, floating semi-transparently in mid-air, its face bearing the bewilderment characteristic of someone who has just died.

Shou Bo grabbed his soul and carried him into the Netherworld Minor Dimension like he was carrying a chick.

Before the gates of hell, on the road to the underworld, the red spider lilies bloom all the way.

The cold wind blew Luo Dapao's soul back to its senses, and when he saw the old man beside him radiating the power of the underworld, his soul trembled with fear.

Shoubo didn't waste any words with him and dragged him directly to the Mirror of Retribution.

The bronze mirror on the platform of calamities hangs high, its surface as smooth as a mirror.

Luo Dapao's soul was pushed in front of the mirror, and all the evil deeds he had committed in his life were displayed in the mirror.

……

She set a trap to lure Delon into gambling, causing him to lose all his wealth. She even staked her daughter on him, driving Delon to commit suicide by jumping into the sea.

He forced women into prostitution, sold opium, committed murder and arson, and even recounted in great detail how he used to steal snacks from the neighbor's children when he was a child.

……

Shoubo stood beside the Mirror of Karma, squinting at a scene that flashed across the mirror—

Luo Dapao and his brother Luo Sanpao stood on the beach of a deserted island, using living people as targets to test their guns.

The two laughed and competed to see who could hit more accurately. Several corpses lay scattered on the beach, the seawater washing away the bloodstains, which were quickly swept away by the waves.

Shoubo stared at the scene for a long time, then looked away and threw Luo Dapao's soul into the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

The gates of the City of the Wrongfully Dead had just been opened, and the city was empty. Luo Dapao was fortunate enough to become the first resident.

He will spend the rest of his lifespan in the City of the Wrongfully Dead, and only after his lifespan is over can he enter the trial process.

After leaving Luo Dapao's house, Shoubo did not rush back.

Following the list displayed on the Mirror of Retribution, he sent all of Dai Long's henchmen to the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

After dealing with these henchmen, he stood on the empty street, then transformed into a black shadow and flew towards the port.

Next up is Luo Sanpao.

After all, the master had entrusted him with dealing with Luo Dapao, and he had to do it perfectly, leaving no one unpunished.

There are many sea monsters in the nearshore area.

When Shoubo flew over the sea, he could clearly see the distorted figures underwater.

They are all transformed from drowned people. People whose blessings are not deep enough cannot enter the underworld for reincarnation after death and can only suffer in the water all day long.

Being exposed to the sun during the day feels like being fried in a pan of oil.

On rainy days, one must endure the pain of being pierced by a thousand arrows; at night, one must suffer the bone-chilling cold, so cold that even one's soul trembles.

Only when one's lifespan in the underworld is over, or when a substitute is found, can one escape this body of water and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Some water ghosts live for hundreds of years, which is why the elderly often say never to jump into a river or the sea to commit suicide.

Because you never know how long you'll be soaking in that inferno of arrows, boiling oil, and icy water.

The water ghosts, seeing Shoubo, imbued with the power of the underworld, flying across the sea from afar, all emerged from the water, stretched out their arms towards him, and uttered mournful pleas:

"God, have mercy and save us! We're so cold!"

Shoubo remained unmoved, not even lowering his head, and flew straight over their heads.

Some of the water ghosts, seeing that he ignored them, were driven mad by the chill of the night and began to curse loudly:

"You old bastard, you stood by and watched someone die, what kind of god are you!"

"Blind as a bat!"

"Indecent!"

Curses rose and fell, and sharp, ghostly howls echoed across the sea.

Uncle Shou stopped and slowly turned around.

Before the water ghosts who were cursing him could react, they saw a huge mouth descend from the sky and swallow them whole.

The other water ghosts were so frightened that they all shrank back to the bottom of the water, not daring to even make a ripple.

Although the seawater was like a boiling oil pan during the day and like an icebox at night, and they had to endure the torture of arrows on rainy days, at least they could still live, which was better than being eaten.

Besides, cloudy days are quite comfortable.

Once you leave the coastal waters, there are fewer sea monsters.

Half an hour later, Uncle Shou finally found the island where Luo Sanpao was.

The island was riddled with sentries, both overt and covert. People patrolled back and forth on the watchtowers with rifles in hand, and two machine guns were set up on the beach.

But they are living people, with mortal eyes, and unless Shou Bo wants to, they cannot see him at all.

Uncle Shou walked unhurriedly through the island's camp, and as he passed a pirate, he would reach into the pirate's chest and give him a light squeeze.

The pirates fell silently one after another, their faces still bearing the expression of their last moments.

Soon, the souls of more than fifty pirates, including Luo Sanpao, were all collected into the City of the Dead, adding a touch of ghostly atmosphere to the empty city.

Meanwhile, in a villa in Kowloon Tong, Lin Yi and Dai Meng had just finished their joyful dual-emptiness cultivation.

Dai Meng was fast asleep, her head resting on Lin Yi's arm, a satisfied smile on her face.

Lin Yi suddenly opened her eyes, the information flow from the blue teardrop deep in her consciousness just dissipating.

"Complete the storyline of 'Project A'."

Luo Sanpao's pirates were all wiped out, and he will not appear in the subsequent storyline.

Plot disruption level: S-grade.