Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

The group left Nalan Girls' Middle School and turned towards the adjacent Sanyu Middle School.

San Yu Secondary School is a non-profit school funded by the Seventh-day Adventist Church, and it looks much more shabby than Nalan Girls' School.

The buildings on campus are all old brick and wood structures. However, the tuition fees here are not high, and many children from ordinary families in the vicinity are sent here to study.

To Shi Jian's surprise, the dilapidated school was surprisingly clean.

It wasn't just clean in terms of hygiene, but clean in a supernatural sense—there wasn't a single wandering ghost in the entire campus.

This is definitely not normal.

The biggest impression Shih Kin had of Hong Kong Island was that there were more ghosts than living people.

Schools, being public places with dense crowds and fluctuating yang energy, are more prone to attracting ghosts.

Of course, the "ghosts" mentioned here mostly refer to those harmless wandering spirits, which are like the legendary neutrinos, neither actively harming nor able to harm people.

Lin Yi asked Shi Jian to cleanse not these harmless wandering spirits, but those evil ghosts with strong resentment that could affect the living and even cause substantial harm.

But if a school can't even see a single harmless wandering spirit, there are only two possibilities—

Either a master left behind exorcising artifacts or talismans here, or there is a being lurking in this school that other ghosts dare not approach.

Shi Jian led his group into Sanyu Middle School.

There were no security guards at the school gate, the metal gate was half open, and the guardhouse was empty.

At this time, many students from Sanyu Middle School were still out and about.

Boys strolled around the playground in twos and threes under the streetlights, while couples whispered sweet nothings to each other in the shade of some trees.

The entire school appeared peaceful and undisturbed by the ghost stories circulating on campus.

As Shi Jian and the others walked past the boys, they suddenly felt a chill; the hairs on their arms stood on end, and they felt as if they were being weighed down by a heavy object, making it hard to breathe.

The boy at the front shivered, instinctively rubbed his arm, and turned to his companions, asking, "You guys felt it too?"

"Hmm, could it be...?"

"Don't say anything, just go!"

The other boys looked at each other for a moment, then shivered, shrank their necks, and slipped back to the dormitory without looking back.

Shi Jian ignored the students and walked straight to a corner of the campus.

They arrived at a bungalow with a dim light bulb hanging at the door and a faded plastic sign nailed to the door that read "Storage Room".

At the entrance to the storage room, an elderly man in his sixties sat in a rattan chair, legs crossed, drinking tea from a porcelain cup, while the radio continuously played the Cantonese opera "The Princess Changping".

Shi Jian looked at the old man, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

On the surface, he was just an ordinary school worker who stayed behind after get off work, lonely and helpless.

However, in the eyes of Shi Jian and the group of ghost messengers, the old man had already shown many flaws.

He clearly possessed the ability to see ghosts and had already seen them, yet he still forced himself to remain calm.

The spiritual light of the Yin-Yang Eyes was something Shi Jian could see through at a glance in his previous life, and now, as the Judge of Punishment, he has nowhere to hide.

Moreover, this person is no ordinary mortal. His lifespan should have been exhausted decades ago, but it is unknown what kind of sinister and evil method he used to forcibly prolong his life.

Shi Jian looked through his skin at his soul and saw that black mist was churning deep within his soul, and within the black mist were distorted human faces.

Looking at the wailing faces in his soul, Shi Jian was almost certain that the evil life-extending technique was related to the soul.

And it's a living soul!

The so-called "living soul" is not the ghost of the dead, but the living soul forcibly extracted from the body of a living person.

The living soul was not tainted by yin energy and still carried the vitality of a living person and the complete structure of the three souls and seven spirits.

Ghosts, on the other hand, only have three incomplete souls and lack the seven vital spirits that represent the vitality of the living. Their seven vital spirits have been replaced by yin energy and resentment.

It is an excellent material and supplement for certain evil arts and artifacts.

Shi Jian no longer concealed his aura and revealed his true form.

He stepped out of the void and stood in the dim light in front of the storeroom, the lightning patterns on his divine robe shimmering slightly in the light.

The old man's pupils constricted suddenly, and he could no longer maintain his composure. Without saying a word, he got up and tried to rush out the door to escape.

The moment he stepped out of the room, lightning shot from Shi Jian's fingertips, striking him precisely.

The old man felt a sudden numbness throughout his body and fell straight to the ground, an antique calligraphy brush rolling out of his sleeve.

Shi Jian raised his hand and sucked in the air, sending the brush flying into his palm.

He instantly sensed that an extremely powerful evil spirit was sealed inside the pen, no less powerful than Ruan Shiyin from Nalan Girls' Middle School.

Just then, a black light shot out from the storage room window, as fast as a black lightning bolt.

The black light was not aimed at Shi Jian, but at the old man lying on the ground.

The black light entered the old man's body, and his body, which had been paralyzed by the lightning, suddenly began to convulse violently.

He clutched his head with both hands, his ten fingers digging into his skull, emitting a piercing wail that was inhuman.

"How dare you!"

Shi Jian flew into a rage, and lightning blazed from his palm, illuminating the entire entrance to the storeroom as bright as day.

He flicked his wrist and unleashed a bolt of lightning in the direction from which the black light had shot out.

The lightning struck a crow that was about to fly away from the windowsill with pinpoint accuracy.

The crow was struck by lightning and blasted into a charred mess, with broken feathers and burnt flesh scattered all over the ground.

Shi Jian stepped forward, squatted down, and examined the crow. He discovered that it was not a living creature, but a puppet created by a special evil magic, from which no soul could be extracted.

"hateful!"

Shi Jian's face was gloomy; he had never suffered such a loss before.

He never expected that anyone would dare to cause trouble right under his nose; this was practically a slap in the face to him, the judge!

At this moment, the ghost messenger Wang Daming stepped forward, carrying the old man's battered and nearly dissipated soul, to report:

"Your Honor, this person's soul is severely damaged and may dissipate at any moment."

"These bastards don't even know who they've messed with. Let's go to the Mirror of Retribution!"

Shi Jian let out a cold shout and waved his hand to open the Gates of Hell, which connects to the underworld.

Wang Daming followed closely behind, carrying the old man's soul, and the group stepped into the underworld.

Soon, they arrived at the Mirror of Retribution. The old man's soul was pushed onto the Mirror of Retribution, and all his evil deeds in life were immediately displayed on the mirror.

Through the mirror, everyone could see the entire past. The old man's real name was Shumuru Hengming, born during the Daoguang era, and he was now over a hundred years old.

He was originally only supposed to live for eighty years, but he accidentally obtained a wicked technique that allowed him to devour living souls and prolong his life by constantly capturing the souls of living people.

The Ouija board is the medium through which he obtains the soul of the person who summons it, extracting the soul of the person through a contract on the pen for his own use.

If Shi Jian had not come today, he would have continued to do evil for the sake of his lifespan.

This set of evil arts originated from a secret organization called the Ghost Stories Association.

In exchange for the cultivation method, Hengming gave away almost all of his family's wealth, donating it all to the association.

The mirrored images continued to shift, with Hengming and a group of association members sitting around sharing horror tales from various places, and even a clear image of them sitting around sharing roasted human flesh.

Shi Jian watched the images flash by in the mirror with a blank expression.

"The Ghost Stories Association, Henry, Li Li, Peng Liang, Yamada Kubo, Wang Fugui, Lou Zhentao, Tian Qiaojie, Qian Xiuxiu."

Headquarters is located in the Kowloon Walled City Patrol Office. Very good!

Shi Jian memorized all the names, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

Kowloon Walled City is located in the most crowded no-man's-land on Hong Kong Island. Its winding and narrow alleys are crisscrossed like anthills, and the sky above is fragmented by countless illegally strung power lines.

Shi Jian led the ghost messengers out of the Gate of Hell and went straight to the Patrol and Inspection Office.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread.

The sky above Kowloon Walled City was suddenly swallowed up by dark clouds. Thick clouds surged in from all directions, plunging the entire city into suffocating darkness.

Lightning flashed and silver snakes darted through the clouds, as countless bolts of lightning gathered in the clouds, ready to strike.

Shi Jian suddenly clenched his open fingers, and thunderbolts, as thick as bowls, descended from the clouds as if divine punishment had been unleashed.

In no time, the evil-filled police station was reduced to ruins. Henry, the association chairman who was hiding inside, was struck by lightning and turned into charred remains before he could even activate his sinister magic.

The remaining members of the Ghost Stories Association, who were scattered and hiding in various corners of Hong Kong Island, were also found one by one by the dispatched ghost messengers, and their souls were all detained and sent to the underworld to await judgment.

These ghost messengers under Shi Jian may seem to hold lowly positions, but in their previous lives they were all elite cultivators of the orthodox Maoshan sect.

In terms of foundation and strength, they are far superior to the shady rats of the Strange Tales Association who only know unorthodox and sinister magic.

After completely eradicating the threat posed by the Ghost Stories Association, Shek Kin reorganized his team and continued to lead the cleanup of evil spirits and ghosts lurking in schools throughout Hong Kong Island.

At the same time, in the Kowloon Tong villa, two familiar streams of information flooded into Lin Yi's consciousness almost simultaneously.

"Complete the storyline of 'The School Cemetery'."

After killing Ruan Shiyin, destroying the school cemetery, and imprisoning the Ghost Senior and Ghost Principal, the story will not continue.

The plot disruption level is S+.

Reward received: The space of the Qiankun Ring has been expanded to 81.68 million cubic meters;

Gain the ability to create a portal – You can project a portal within the range of your spatial abilities. Anyone who opens the portal can be teleported to your side, and you can also travel to the projected area through the portal.

"Complete the storyline of 'The Ghost Story Association'."

All members of the Ghost Stories Association were killed, and the Hong Kong Ghost Stories Association disappeared from then on, never to appear again in subsequent storylines.

The plot disruption level is S+.

Reward received: The space of the Qiankun Ring has been expanded to 163,360,000 cubic meters;

Gain the ability to transform—you can transform into anyone.