Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Yang Feiyun suddenly stood up, ignoring the internal injuries he had just suppressed, and forcefully gathered his magical power. He quickly made a hand seal with his right hand and pointed his fingertips sharply at the car in mid-air.

Soul-Stealing Finger!

Li Siwei suddenly jerked the steering wheel as if possessed.

The car then abruptly swerved into a near 90-degree turn and plunged straight down a slope more than three meters high on the side of the road.

The car crashed headfirst onto the gravel ground.

Li Siwei's head was smashed so hard that his brains splattered everywhere, and he died on the spot.

Although the woman was also covered in blood, she was still breathing faintly.

Those who witnessed this scene were also frightened. Some who recognized Li Siwei hurriedly headed towards the Li family to report the death.

Some people went to the police.

After casting the spell, Yang Feiyun felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and slumped back into his chair, his face pale, with large beads of sweat streaming down his face.

"Brother Yang!" Lin Yi quickly got up, walked around the table, and supported his swaying body. "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing serious, just a minor injury from forcibly using my internal energy."

Yang Feiyun shook his head, took out a handkerchief that was mostly stained red from his pocket and wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth. His voice was weak and hoarse, but he managed to force a smile.

At that moment, the tea stall owner quickly walked over.

He witnessed the whole thing. The car was clearly heading straight for the tea stall, but Yang Feiyun just pointed at it, and the car swerved as if it were possessed.

"Master Yang, you're truly a master!" The boss wiped his hands haphazardly on his apron, his face, blackened by the soot from the stove fire, filled with gratitude and respect.

"If it weren't for your intervention, all of us would have been killed in the crash."

You saved my life, Old Song! I, Old Song, will remember this immense kindness for the rest of my life!

After listening, Lin Yi first showed an expression of sudden understanding, which then turned into gratitude mixed with some worry:

"So it was Brother Yang who saved me. I will never forget your life-saving grace. But your injury looks quite serious, let me take you to the hospital."

"No need, Mr. Lin, please take me home."

Yang Feiyun waved his hand, "My meridians are injured. Western doctors in the hospital can't cure it. I can recover about 70-80% by going back home and meditating for a few weeks."

"Alright then." Lin Yi didn't try to persuade him any further. She took a coin out of her pocket, placed it on the table, and nodded to the boss.

"Brother Yang, please show me the way."

Then he helped Yang Feiyun up, put one of the other's arms on his shoulder, and half-supported, half-carried him out of the tea stall.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly ran back behind the stove, frantically took out all the eggs from the stall, and said:

"Mr. Yang, please take these eggs to nourish your body! I really can't leave right now, but I'll definitely come to visit you in person another day!"

Yang Feiyun resolutely refused to accept it, which made Old Song admire him even more.

"What a wonderful person!"

Old Song stood there with his basket in hand, watching Yang Feiyun slowly walk away with Lin Yi's help, his eyes slightly reddening.

……

Lin Yi helped Yang Feiyun out of the back street and headed south towards the suburbs.

Leaving the cement road of the back street, the road underfoot gradually turned into a rammed earth path, with a few scattered low earthen houses appearing from time to time on both sides of the road.

It's obvious that the people living here aren't in very good conditions.

"Brother Yang's living conditions are really terrible."

Lin Yi looked at the desolate suburbs in front of her, filled with lonely ghosts and wandering spirits, and clicked her tongue in amazement.

There are far more demons and monsters in the Southern District than in Kowloon.

The distant mountains and forests were not only filled with ghostly energy, but also with a strong aura of demons and corpses.

That should be the lair of the Moon Wolf Demon and the location of Xuan Kui.

If someone with the ability to see ghosts lived here, they would definitely go insane.

As Yang Feiyun was being helped up, he was about to say a few words of modesty when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Lin Yi's gaze seemed to casually sweep across the surroundings, but each pause landed precisely on the few spots in this area where the yin energy was heaviest.

When Lin Yi said "the environment is terrible," she probably wasn't referring to dilapidated houses or uneven roads at all, but rather to the countless wandering ghosts.

He suddenly remembered what had just happened.

Li Siwei's car plunged down the slope, and he looks like he's dead!

According to Li Siwei's destiny, the ancestral graves of the Li family are located in an excellent feng shui location, which can bless three generations with wealth and prosperity. Li Siwei's blessings have not yet run out, and his life is not yet over.

Is it...

Yang Feiyun's heart suddenly raced.

He subconsciously looked at Lin Yi, only to find that the other person was also looking at him with a half-smile.

The gaze wasn't sharp; it was even quite gentle, yet it gave him the feeling that it had completely seen through him, inside and out.

"Mr. Lin, you..."

Yang Feiyun's voice was dry and hoarse, and he could no longer maintain his composure or pretend to be on his deathbed.

He did suffer internal injuries, but not to the point that he needed help to walk.

Ultimately, he wanted to move Lin Yi with this "risking his life to save her, even at the cost of his own life" attitude.

But now, this little scheme seemed so clumsy and laughable under Lin Yi's ambiguous gaze.

"Don't be nervous."

Lin Yi released his arm and gently patted his shoulder twice.

"You did nothing wrong."

What you think in your heart is not important; what matters is what you do.

Having done good deeds for decades, whatever the reason, once it's done, it's done.

The power of merit you possess is the strongest I have ever seen in anyone.

He paused, then continued, "Your so-called mediocre fate is simply that you were born without any luck in wealth."

However, your understanding of feng shui and fortune-telling is so great that you would be considered a genius in the entire cultivation world.

However, fate cannot be changed by a mere Flying Dragon Seven Star Formation.

Even Prime Minister Zhuge Liang couldn't achieve what he set up at Wuzhang Plains with the Seven Star Life-Extending Lamp, so why do you think you can?

Fortunately, your scheme has only just begun, the layout is not yet deep, and your wife is still alive.

Otherwise, once your merits are exhausted, that will be the time when you fall into an abyss of no return.

Yang Feiyun broke out in a cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked through in just a few seconds.

When he heard the words "Flying Dragon Seven Star Formation", his mind went blank, and he felt as if all his bones had been removed.

he knows!

He knows everything!

Yang Feiyun's mask of composure, which he had worked so hard to maintain for decades, shattered completely at this moment.

He thought he had hidden himself well enough, that his calculations were precise enough, and that he was the one secretly manipulating the game.

But in the end... even his underwear was stripped bare by others.

At that moment, he felt like a clown!

"Who exactly are you?" His voice was extremely hoarse, even carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"I am the one who can change your destiny." Lin Yi smiled slightly.

"Didn't you just see that? According to Li Siwei's fate, he's not someone you can kill right now."

But he died—

Your destiny began to change the moment you came into my life.

Yang Feiyun's body jolted, and he stared intently at Lin Yi.

"I'll give you a choice," Lin Yi held up two fingers, "be the manager of two banks for me, and you'll have countless amounts of money. How about that, rich and powerful enough?"

"Two banks?" Yang Feiyun was stunned.

Umbrella is currently preparing to open a bank; he had seen related news in the newspaper.

But there's only one Umbrella Bank, where did the other two come from?

"One is the president of the soon-to-be-established Umbrella Bank, and the other—"

A mischievous smile flashed in Lin Yi's eyes. "He's the president of Tiandi Bank."

"Heaven and Earth Bank?" Yang Feiyun hadn't reacted yet.

"It's like a bank in the underworld. From now on, you can manage not only the money in the living world, but also the money in the underworld. Aren't you excited?"

Before he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from Lin Yi, pressing down on Yang Feiyun like a solid mountain.

"I forgot to tell you, I am the King of the Underworld, the supreme ruler of the netherworld. Now, tell me your choice."

Hades.

These two words exploded in Yang Feiyun's mind, like a thunderbolt splitting away all his obsessions and calculations of half a lifetime.

He suddenly realized how ridiculous his previous plans had been.

He plotted against Mao Xiaofang, using the Flying Dragon Seven Star Formation to help Mao Xiaofang and Xuan Kui kill Sakai and obtain the Demon Blade, thus assisting the wise ruler in ascending the throne...

Every single one of these events was, in his eyes, a momentous and earth-shattering event.

Compared to the identity of the Lord of the Underworld before him, everything he had painstakingly planned seemed like child's play.

Well, he no longer needs to work hard like the founding master to help people conquer the world; he's already the supreme ruler of the underworld.

Without a second thought, Yang Feiyun knelt down and slammed his forehead heavily against the rammed earth road.

"Yang Feiyun pays his respects to Your Majesty the King of the Underworld! Feiyun is willing to serve Your Majesty, even at the cost of fire and water!"

"very good."

Lin Yi withdrew his oppressive aura and spoke:

"President Yang, I won't go to your house. Once you're ready, go to the Lin family villa in Kowloon Tong to find Uncle Shou. He'll make arrangements for you."

After saying this, Lin Yi's figure vanished from the spot.

Yang Feiyun stood there, tears blurring his vision.

He never imagined that his lifelong obsession would be fulfilled in one day, truly achieving "great wealth and honor," and even gaining the appreciation of the King of the Underworld.

When you have a broad mind, the world seems vast.

His heart, which had been filled with calculation and defensiveness, suddenly felt relieved at this moment, as if a huge rock that had weighed on him for half his life had been lifted, and he felt an indescribable sense of ease from the inside out.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the earthy air in the night sky, and then slowly exhaled.

When he opened his eyes again, he had a hint of true mastery in his expression.

It wasn't a feigned composure, but a genuine calmness from the heart.

If Madonna saw him again now, she would definitely not think he was fake anymore.

Because Yang Feiyun no longer needs to pretend.

Lin Yi's figure appeared in front of an abandoned mortuary on the edge of the southern forest.

Withered vines climbed the dilapidated courtyard walls, the gate was leaning to one side, weeds grew rampant in the yard, and several broken coffins were scattered haphazardly.

The air here was thick with the stench of death, as if someone had spilled a vat of ink over the mortuary.

He entered the mortuary.

In the center of the mortuary hall sat an intact black lacquered coffin, the thick stench of death causing frost to form all around it.

Xuan Kui!

It's still a flying zombie!

It's a pity it's not of the wood element.

He already has flying zombies with the three attributes of metal, water, and earth under his command, but he still needs zombies with the attributes of wood and fire to complete the Five Elements Corpse God Formation.

Because the spatial shield was activated, Xuan Kui did not notice Lin Yi's arrival.

Lin Yi casually opened the Gates of Hell, and a suction force surged out, sucking the entire coffin, along with the sleeping Xuan Kui inside, into it.

Although this guy was born into a Manchu noble family, he had a strong sense of national integrity.

Moreover, even after becoming a zombie, he never drank the blood of the living; he was a zombie with principles.

Handing him over to King Ai of Zhou can be considered a successful outcome.

Then Lin Yi reappeared, standing in front of a church on the outskirts of the southern district.

Even in the sunlight, the pointed Gothic buildings appear particularly eerie, befitting the place where Chorus was imprisoned.

His gaze pierced through the walls and cellar slabs, reaching the deepest part of the cellar where a European-style coffin lay, its lid engraved with intricate cross patterns.

Inside lay the skeleton of a vampire, reduced to only clothes and bones.

It was dressed in a count's robe and had a silver cross-shaped dagger hanging around its neck.

The Earl of Chorus is now extremely weak, and if no one intervenes, he will be completely reduced to ashes in another year or two.

Lin Yi flew over the church and gently snapped her fingers.

A burst of dark golden flame appeared silently on the coffin.

The dying Earl of Courrus was reduced to ashes along with his coffin in the flames.

The flames came quickly and disappeared even faster, in less than a second.

But in that very second, the residual power of the dark gold flames escaped from the cellar, silently sweeping across the land surrounding the church.

Within a five-mile radius, almost all vegetation withered and turned yellow, grasslands turned into dry soil, and the moisture in the soil evaporated completely.

In a dark underground chamber next to Cruz's coffin, a gaunt old priest sat cross-legged on a dilapidated wooden bed, praying.

His name is Harrison, and he's the sweeper of this church. His strength is not much weaker than Mao Xiaofang's.

But his lifespan was about to end, and he was barely holding on to his last breath by sheer willpower.

The lingering power of his natal corpse fire swept over him, causing his dying flame of life to flicker twice before quietly extinguishing.

The final expression frozen on that wrinkled face was not pain, but a strange serenity.

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains, in that area permeated with demonic energy, the Moon Wolf Demon was fast asleep.

His true form is a silver wolf that has cultivated for hundreds of years. After transforming, he became a local overlord in Hong Kong Island, with a large number of minor demons and ghosts under his command.

When the mortal corpse fire burned Gaolus, his wolf fur stood on end, his heart felt like it was being gripped by an icy hand, and his blood felt like it was frozen solid.

"Oh no, a terrible disaster is brewing!"

Without saying a word, he leaped out of bed, not even bothering to pack his bedding, and vanished from the castle in a flash.

His male and female corpse demons exchanged a glance and fled without hesitation, leaving their demon soldiers and generals behind.

Lin Yi hovered above the church, glanced in the direction the Moon Wolf Demon had fled, but made no attempt to pursue it.

This guy has a big reputation, but he can't even beat Yang Feiyun, who has only recently turned into a zombie. He's a disgrace to the great demons.

This kind of counterfeit product isn't worth his time.