Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Silent all night.

Aside from the story rewards "The School Cemetery" and "The Ghost Story Association," he has not received any other rewards.

The next morning, Shi Jian came to report back.

He strode into the study, dressed in the robes of a judge who punishes evil, the lightning patterns on the robes shimmering slightly in the sunlight.

He bowed to Lin Yi and began to report on the cleanup results from the previous night.

"Reporting to Hades, last night your subordinates have thoroughly inspected all 700-plus schools of all sizes on Hong Kong Island."

Two evil spirits were slain, one evil spirit within the pen was captured, six hundred and thirty-four evil ghosts were killed, and one thousand two hundred and eighty-nine bound spirits were imprisoned.

He paused here, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and presented it with both hands: "This is a detailed battle report and a list of those detained. Please take a look, King of the Underworld."

Lin Yi took the document and flipped through a few pages, her gaze lingering for a moment on the name "Bloody Mary".

This is another evil spirit besides Ruan Shiyin.

He knew that evil spirit; it was a famous ghost from the Western supernatural system.

I never expected that Hong Kong Island would have such an imported ghost. It seems that the paranormal ecology of Hong Kong Island is indeed very complex.

However, there is more than one Bloody Mary, representing all walks of life and all races, and the one in Hong Kong is just the Chinese version of Bloody Mary.

He didn't care about Shi Jian killing more than 600 evil spirits; on the contrary, he affirmed Shi Jian's merit.

"Well done. In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary. In a place like Hong Kong, even if you summon ten times more ghosts and gods, it won't be enough if you don't take drastic measures."

Hong Kong Island, such a small place, has more than ten times more monsters and demons than the entire Guangdong province. This is really hard to handle!

Shih Kin lowered his head and said respectfully, "Under the King's wise judgment, all universities have now been cleared. As for the other areas of Hong Kong Island—"

"No rush, let's hold off for now. We'll launch a unified crackdown after we've handed over the spoils to Acha."

Lin Yi waved her hand, "You've worked hard, go back and rest."

Shi Jian responded, turned around, opened the gates of hell, and went inside.

Before leaving, he left behind the brush that sealed the evil spirit.

Lin Yi picked up the brush and examined it for a moment.

The pen body is made of old rosewood, and it is engraved with fine soul-suppressing runes and some kind of contract runes.

He casually squeezed the pen, and it shattered instantly, a thick plume of black smoke billowing out from the splinter.

The black smoke churned in the air for a moment, then slowly condensed into the shape of a woman.

She was in her early twenties, dressed in a plain white ancient costume, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were empty and lifeless.

Even so, it couldn't hide the exquisite beauty of that face—

With eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, a straight nose, and full lips, his appearance was extremely similar to that of the later Hong Kong star, Mr. Wong.

Lin Yi looked at that face, and her lips twitched.

He finally understood why that old bastard Shi Jian hadn't killed her.

Is he really that lecherous?

He only has four wives! Even Shen Wei, who is also a warlord, has nine concubines.

Shi Jian's behavior is simply tarnishing his reputation.

The female ghost harbored extremely deep resentment.

Without the suppressive runes on the brush, her empty eyes were instantly consumed by resentment and venom. Her body was filled with surging resentment, and fine black threads, like spider silk, began to emerge from her body, radiating a chilling aura.

Those black lines were formed from her resentment, captivating and soul-stealing.

If an ordinary person is entangled with it, at best their soul will become unstable, and at worst their soul will be scattered on the spot.

As soon as Cheng came in from outside, he only glanced at the female ghost and felt dizzy.

His soul was shaking violently inside his body, as if it were being gripped and pulled out by an invisible hand.

As if finding a target, the black silk stalks swarmed towards Cheng.

However, before the black silk could even touch A-Cheng, a burst of dazzling lightning erupted from his body—

The Five Thunder Talisman sensed the invasion of evil spirits and automatically activated its protective power.

The black silk shattered inch by inch in the lightning, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

"Cheng, go and contact the ring maker first."

Lin Yi handed him a piece of paper with a ring design on it. "Make forty-nine bronze rings, and follow the design on this paper. Make sure they are made with great care."

"Yes, sir." Ah Cheng took the blueprints, glanced at the female ghost with lingering fear, and quickly left the study.

Lin Yi turned around, and before the female ghost could continue her madness, she flicked a beam of eerie blue light from her fingertip, which precisely struck the woman's brow.

Separate her resentment from her three souls—

The resentment remained, but it no longer eroded her consciousness.

The madness in the female ghost's eyes receded like a tide, and her blood-red eyes gradually regained their clarity.

She looked down at her hands, then looked up at her surroundings, a look of bewilderment on her face.

"Where am I?"

Her voice was hoarse and weak, but her tone carried an innate arrogance.

When she realized that Lin Yi was staring at her, her eyebrows furrowed and she said coldly:

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out! Why don't you go out and find out my reputation in the martial arts world!"

Before she could finish speaking, she froze.

Broken jade flowers.

She remembered the name, but couldn't recall how she died or how she became a ghost.

She frowned, trying hard to recall those fragmented pieces—the Eight Immortals, the Ghost Head Knife, the Executioner, Zhong Kui, the Writing Brush… the images came out in fits and starts.

"No, I think I'm already dead... I've become a ghost... Ghost Head Saber... Zhong Kui..."

She muttered to herself, her arrogance gradually replaced by a deep sense of bewilderment.

Those fragments were like shattered mirrors, each reflecting a past she didn't want to face.

Lin Yi was stunned when she heard her name.

He knew the name Yu Canhua. He knew He Xiangu, the only survivor from the movie "The Eight Ghost Immortals," the woman who castrated men while being intimate with them.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi suddenly felt a chill below.

In the movie "The Killer of a Thousand People", the Eight Immortals, including Yu Canhua, are eight extremely vicious bandit gangs.

Each of them possessed the destiny of a ghost immortal, and after their deaths, they became the Eight Ghost Immortals, who were immune to the pressure of ghosts and gods.

In the movie, the Eight Ghost Immortals are even immune to the oppressive aura of Zhong Kui, the judge of the underworld, which shows how powerful their ghost immortal destiny is.

This woman was primarily a manipulative woman, and she didn't kill many people. Her most infamous act was turning the executioner's wife into human flesh buns and serving them to her family.

Although he seemed to have repented later and was saved by the monks, who knows whether that repentance was genuine or feigned?

Lin Yi remembered the ending of the movie—Yu Canhua was saved by Buddhism.

Logically speaking, she should have already been reincarnated, so how could she be sealed in a calligraphy brush?

The potential of a ghost immortal is very high, and if left unchecked, it will inevitably cause great harm.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi's eyes turned somewhat sharp.

"Where is this place? Who are you?"

Yu Canhua, who had been recalling all the past events, suddenly spoke.

Her tone was surprisingly calm, a stark contrast to the menacing demon she had just been.

There was no resentment or fear on that pale face, only a profound understanding that comes from having seen the world.

Lin Yi was somewhat surprised by her change.

This woman seems to have truly laid down her weapons and become a Buddha, no longer clinging to those resentments and bitterness deep in her heart.

"This is Hong Kong Island. If I'm not mistaken, you must be from the Ming Dynasty, and this is a world three or four hundred years in the future."

Lin Yi gave a brief explanation, then said solemnly, "As for me—I am the King of the Underworld."

Yu Canhua's face showed neither surprise nor fear; she simply looked at him calmly and asked, "King of the Underworld? Are you here to capture me?"

Before Lin Yi could answer, she continued speaking to herself:

"I deserve to die. I harmed so many people in life, and I continued to do evil even after death. I was also used by others to steal the souls of so many people."

She spoke in a calm tone, as if she were talking about someone else, but her eyes held a deep weariness.

Lin Yi looked at Yu Canhua, who was determined to die, and remained silent for a moment. Suddenly, he didn't want to kill her anymore.

This woman is exceptionally strong and has outstanding potential, and her abilities happen to be related to soul-capturing.

He already has Qin Bu, the Black Impermanence, under his command, but the White Impermanence is still vacant.

Black and White Impermanence are the heads of the underworld's external ghost messengers. One is yin and the other is yang, one is hard and the other is soft. Only when they work together can they exert their greatest effect.

Qin Bu was originally an executioner, a forbidden ghost king with a murderous aura that filled the sky, capable of subduing evil spirits and suppressing malevolent forces.

Yu Canhua was killed by an executioner in the past, but now he is to be a partner with the person who wields the Ghost Head Blade—this cause and effect is quite a beautiful story.

"Jade Flower Remnant," Lin Yi spoke, his voice soft, but each word carrying the unique majesty of the King of the Underworld, "If I were to give you a chance to atone for your sins, would you be willing?"

Yu Canhua raised her head, and for the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in her tired eyes.

"Atonement?"

"Indeed. You committed many evils in your life, and after death you continued to steal souls and spirits, your karmic burdens are heavy."

According to the laws of the underworld, you should be thrown into a cauldron of boiling oil and subjected to a hundred years of deep-frying punishment, followed by ten lifetimes of reincarnation as an animal to atone for your sins.

When Yu Canhua heard the words "century-old deep-fried", her expression did not change at all. She simply nodded slightly, as if to say, "I deserve it."

"But if you are willing," Lin Yi changed the subject, "I can give you another way."

My throne is still missing a White Impermanence.

If you are willing to accept a divine post and serve in the underworld, you may be able to atone for your sins through the merits and virtues of the White Impermanence.

Yu Canhua remained silent for a long time.

She lowered her head, her plain white sleeves fluttering slightly in the windless study, and a complex expression appeared on her pale face.

She looked up at Lin Yi, then suddenly knelt down.

This kneeling was not forced; it even carried a sense of solemnity that she herself was unaware of.

"I do." Her voice was still hoarse, but every word was firm and resolute. "I, Yu Canhua, have never bowed my head to anyone in my entire life. Today is the first time."

Not because you are Hades, but because you gave me a chance to atone for my sins. I will remember this kindness.

"I did all sorts of bad things in my life, and I've been used as a tool for so long after I died. I've had enough of living and enough of dying."

Since there is still a chance to atone, I will live again.

As she spoke, a faint, self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on her cold and beautiful face. The smile was very shallow and fleeting, yet it sent a shiver down one's spine.

Lin Yi looked into her eyes to make sure she was sincere before nodding in satisfaction.

"Alright." He said no more, raised his right hand, and a talisman of the White Impermanence condensed at his fingertips.

A deep blue light shone from his fingertips, illuminating the entire study like the deep sea.

He inserted the talisman into the space between Yu Canhua's eyebrows.

The moment the talisman entered her soul, the surging resentment around Yu Canhua seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, slowly receding into her body.

Her soul was transformed into a ghostly form by the divine talisman, and a pale blue White Impermanence divine seal appeared between her brows.

The transformation was completed in a short while.

Yu Canhua was dressed in a white robe of death, wore a hat that brought wealth upon sight, and had a soul-hooking rope hanging from her waist. She was surrounded by the unique netherworld power of the White Impermanence.

Although her resentment remained deep, it no longer eroded her reason; instead, it became a source of her strength.

She glanced down at her outfit, then touched the tall hat on her head, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Making money at first sight—I've never really lived up to those four words in my life."