Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

A hint of joy appeared in Lin Yi's eyes; she hadn't expected Shi Jian to have an unexpected gain from cleaning up the school.

The plots of "The School Cemetery" and "The Ghost Story Association" are not very powerful.

However, the S+ level bonus still granted him abilities comparable to those of Wood in Fire, Thousand-Mile Eyes, and Wind-Following Ears.

He was the first to receive the reward for "The School Cemetery".

A warm current flowed from the blue teardrop between his brows, merging into his soul and transforming into a mysterious instinct—a portal to time and space.

Lin Yi closed her eyes and carefully sensed the details of this new ability.

A time portal, as the name suggests, is a portal projected within the scope of spatial abilities.

This door can attach itself to any object—a ring, a talisman, a stone, or even a leaf.

Anyone who touches that token can open a portal to another dimension and instantly teleport to his side, if he so desires.

Conversely, he can also sense the location of any portal and teleport there instantly.

"Isn't this just a return scroll? Except the return point is right next to me now."

Lin Yi opened her eyes, a slight smile curving her lips.

He felt as if this ability was prepared for someone else.

He possesses teleportation and lightning-based abilities, and his flight speed far surpasses that of ordinary flying artifacts, so he has no need for any space-time portal.

But it's different for the people around him—Michelle is pregnant, Dai Meng has just started cultivating, and Nian Ying is just an ordinary girl. When they encounter danger, the time-space gate is an absolute escape route.

But it's good, as the leader of a power, this ability is just right for him.

With his current spatial abilities, he can project time portals almost anywhere in the world.

From Hong Kong Island to Chongqing, from Beijing to New York, wherever his superpowers cover, the time portal can be precisely positioned.

He plans to project a time portal onto a keepsake, which will be worn by those around him and important subordinates.

If they encounter danger, they can return to his side through a time portal, or he can go through the internet to solve the problem.

Ruan Shiyin's trigger condition for the gate to the school cemetery is violating school rules, while Lin Yi, who has complete control over the ability of the time-space gate, can set the trigger conditions for the time-space gate himself.

He decided to have Cheng order a batch of bronze rings tomorrow, with the ring face featuring the image of the Gates of Hell.

The trigger condition for Michelin and the other women to open the door can be set to encountering a life-threatening situation.

Once they are subjected to a potentially fatal attack, a portal will automatically open, teleporting them to his side.

The incantation used to activate the spirits, such as Uncle Nine, is the four characters "My Lord Lin Yi".

When Lin Yi watched Soul Ferry before, she thought the line "My Lord Acha" was very catchy.

The moment those four words were uttered, Hades' majesty was fully displayed, conveying both the proper respect between superiors and inferiors and the reassuring sense of having a pillar of support in times of crisis.

This will also deepen his image as the King of the Underworld in the minds of the spirits and gods—

After all, every time you utter these words, it must be when you are in danger, thus binding him with gratitude.

From now on, Lin Yi will be the sun for the ghosts and gods.

After receiving the reward from "The School Cemetery," he looked at "The Ghost Stories Association."

The story of "Kwaidan Association" takes place in the 1990s, but it is obvious that the Kwaidan Association was founded much earlier.

Judging from some details in the movie, the Ghost Stories Association itself seems to be more like an international evil organization, with the Hong Kong branch being just one of its branches.

I don't know why eliminating the members of the Hong Kong Island Ghost Story Association completely ruined the plot.

Lin Yi did not investigate further.

He claimed the story reward from "The Ghost Stories Association".

Another warm current flowed into his body, different from the profound sense of spatial laws of the Time-Space Gate.

This warm current was more like a flowing mercury, seeping into every inch of his skin, every muscle, and every bone, transforming his body structure at the genetic level.

Soon, the power of the transformation technique was completely integrated into his body.

With a thought, Lin Yi instantly transformed into Uncle Nine's appearance.

He walked to the mirror, and a familiar face was reflected in it—

He was in his forties, of medium build, with an air of righteous indignation between his brows, and even the fine line at the corner of his eye and the mole at the corner of his mouth were exactly the same.

The only thing that seemed out of place was his white suit.

Uncle Nine's face paired with a modern white suit looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and spoke into the mirror: "This humble Taoist priest is Lin Fengjiao."

His voice was exactly the same as Uncle Nine's, even down to the slightly hoarse, middle-aged quality.

"Ayi, you're calling—"

Qingqing pushed the door open and came in, but her words caught in her throat halfway through.

She stared wide-eyed at the "Ninth Uncle" before her, her face filled with bewilderment: "Ninth Uncle? When did you arrive? Where's A-Yi?"

"Ahem, it's me." Lin Yi transformed back into her original form and smiled at her.

Qingqing was taken aback: "You've learned the Seventy-Two Transformations?"

"Not even close, it can only turn into a human."

Lin Yi smiled and ruffled her hair, then tried transforming a few more times—

Ren Tingting, Dai Meng, Michelle, and even... Jiang Chen.

When he transformed into Jiang Chen, the figure in the mirror made him frown slightly.

Ren Dahua's appearance was vacant and chaotic, with two fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth, and his body was surrounded by the ancient pressure unique to Jiang Chen—

The texture of that aura was almost indistinguishable from that of the real Jiang Chen.

He discovered that when he transformed into someone else's appearance, even his aura was almost identical.

Skin temperature, heart rate, blood flow speed, and even body odor will all automatically adjust to match the target.

However, only those he had come into contact with could replicate this kind of aura.

If he were to transform into Nuwa based on her appearance in the TV series, he would only be a mere imitation.

An appearance can be created through imagination, but without ever meeting the person in person, one cannot capture their unique aura and fluctuations; ultimately, it is just an empty shell.

This ability seems to automatically detect the other party's aura, which is somewhat similar to the legendary Seventy-Two Transformations, enough to deceive even the most skilled in disguise.

Of course, this is assuming no action is taken.

He was exposed the moment he made a move, unless he learned the same techniques and skills from the other party, like the real and fake Monkey King.

"That ability is quite interesting."

Lin Yi returned to her original appearance, straightened her collar in front of the mirror, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

……

Just as Lin Yi was testing his transformation ability, in a castle in Texas, a group of people dressed in black cloaks sat around a round table.

The castle's main hall was extremely spacious, with a giant chandelier made of hundreds of human bones hanging from the dome.

The candlelight flickered in the skull's eye sockets, casting a dim and intermittent glow throughout the hall.

The walls are covered with bizarre artifacts from all over the world—

African tribal voodoo masks, Southeast Asian black magic dolls, medieval European torture instruments, and even a mummified corpse nailed to a cross.

There were thirteen people in total sitting around the round table.

The cloaked figure sitting at the head of the table was the most eerie—

Beneath his hood was no face, only a stark white skull with two dark red flames burning in its empty eye sockets.

He is the president of the Ghost Stories Association.

The cloaked figure sitting to his right was wearing a clown mask.

The smile on the mask was drawn in an extremely exaggerated way, with the corners of the mouth almost reaching the ears, but when paired with the masked man's cold gray eyes, the smile revealed an indescribable sinister feeling.

The clown mask spoke in a hoarse voice:

"President, Director Henry has met with misfortune."

Should we send someone over to rebuild the Hong Kong Island branch, and while we're at it, help Mr. Henry get revenge?

The chairman's skull-like mouth opened and closed, but what came out was a deep, middle-aged male voice: "No need. From now on, the association will relinquish the Hong Kong Island area, and all association members are prohibited from entering Hong Kong Island."

The clown mask seemed somewhat unwilling.

Henry was one of his few friends in the association. He leaned forward slightly: "President, Henry is a director of the association, we—"

"alright."

The president interrupted him, the dark red flames in his eyes flickering suddenly, and the temperature in the entire hall rose a few degrees.

"This is Lord Mephisto's intention. Henry has gotten himself into big trouble in Hong Kong—a trouble that even Lord Mephisto wouldn't want to mess with lightly."

The clown mask fell silent.

Lord Mephisto.

The Ghost Stories Association may act with impunity in the face of mortals, but in the presence of a being of Mephisto's caliber, they are nothing but ants.

Even Mephisto wouldn't dare to provoke such an existence; even if the entire association mobilized, they would probably just be easy prey.

The other council members in the hall also lowered their heads, and no one dared to say another word.

"Alright." The president clapped his hands, his tone suddenly becoming light, as if the heavy topic from before had never existed.

"The chef has cooked the fresh virgin lamb to medium-rare. Enjoy your meal!"

He clapped his hands after he finished speaking, and the side door of the hall opened silently, with a group of waiters in white aprons pushing a food cart in.

Silver trays were placed on the food cart, filled with sizzling steaks, and a unique aroma of meat filled the air.

The board members took off their hoods, revealing faces that were either old or young, ferocious or ordinary.

They picked up their knives and forks and began to enjoy their dinner, the clinking of cutlery against plates filling the hall.

No one mentioned Henry anymore, and no one mentioned Hong Kong Island anymore.

That city in the far east disappeared completely from the map of the Ghost Stories Association from that moment on.

Lin Yi was naturally unaware that the headquarters of the Ghost Stories Association had abandoned Hong Kong Island.

Perhaps that's why he received the plot reward; the system was far more mysterious than he had imagined.

Dai Meng quickly found the study and, without saying a word, pulled him to continue practicing the Joyful Double Void.

Lin Yi was so bothered by her that he had no choice but to accompany her in her cultivation for another two hours.