Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Soon, everyone went down into the cave.

"Huh? Why is there nothing here?"

"No, there's a well in the middle, and two talismans on it..."

The group began to examine the entrance to the treasure.

Lin Yi sensed Qin's corpse sealed in the well and couldn't help but laugh. It was indeed a wooden zombie, and a flying one at that.

It's a bit weak; the total amount of corpse energy is about the same as a white zombie. No wonder Shi Chun, an ordinary person, could fight it with the Zhong Kui Sword.

However, it's understandable. After all, it's been sealed for over two thousand years, and it's already quite remarkable that it survived.

However, that guy seemed to sense Qingqing's presence and was crawling into the passage. He's a bit timid!

……

Meanwhile, Yang Fang waited and waited at the grocery store, but Yang Shih-hua never returned, and he became increasingly anxious.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, so he immediately ran to Yangjiazhuang.

Yang Youming was lounging on the couch smoking a pipe when he saw Yang Fang return. His face darkened so much it looked like it was about to drip water.

He squinted and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Yang Fang swallowed hard and told him about his son's disappearance.

Upon hearing this, Yang Youming's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up.

"Let's go! Something might have happened to them!!"

He walked to the shrine where the statue of Guan Yu was enshrined, took out a German-made Mauser pistol from a hidden compartment, tucked it into his waistband, and then made a phone call to the township office.

A moment later, a jumble of footsteps echoed at the courtyard gate.

More than thirty core male members of the Yang, Qian, and Li families, carrying knives and guns, gathered around, exuding murderous intent.

Yang Youming stood in the center of the main room, glanced at everyone, and said only one word: "Go."

More than thirty people marched in a large group towards the mountains south of the village.

The spectacle terrified the Cao family opera troupe at the village entrance, so much so that they dared not even breathe. When the troupe leader saw the village chief, he didn't even dare to greet him, thinking to himself that he would never come here to perform again.

That's terrifying!

……

Not long after Shi Chun and his group went inside, the group had already caught up with them to the outer perimeter of the private property.

Yang Shih-hua was still tied up in the woods when she heard footsteps and immediately shouted, "Uncle, it's me! Quickly untie me!"

Yang Youming gave a gloomy wink.

Several strong men quickly went over and cut the vines binding Yang Shihua and the others.

Yang Shihua rubbed her wrists, which were numb from being tied up, and said angrily, "It was that bastard Shi Chun who did it. They should have already entered the private property by now."

"Hmph, anyone who dares to touch our treasures will be dead."

Yang Youming sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Before he could say anything more, the mountain wind suddenly turned cold, with gusts of eerie wind rising from the ground.

The two vengeful ghosts who had just escaped smelled the familiar scent of their enemy's bloodline, and they no longer cared about escaping.

They charged into the crowd like two starving wild beasts.

"What is that?" Someone only had time to utter a question before being thrown away by a tremendous force, his head hitting a rock and dying instantly.

"Ah! A ghost! A ghost—"

"We can't hit them! We can't shoot them! Run!"

"Li Dacheng, why the hell did you shoot me! Ah—"

"Li Dacheng is possessed by a ghost! Shoot him! Shoot him!"

"what!"

Screams, gunshots, and gasps mingled together.

Faced with the slaughter by the two vengeful ghosts, these men, who usually ran rampant on the island, were no different from lambs to the slaughter.

That female ghost killed people extremely quickly. She liked to finish them off herself. Some had their necks snapped, some had their hearts ripped out, and others had their long hair pierce their seven orifices, suffocating them to death...

The male ghost, however, was far more insidious. It constantly possessed people in the crowd, manipulating one person to kill another, and after killing one, it would jump onto another.

A person possessed by a ghost can be a brother standing shoulder to shoulder one second, and a vengeful Yama the next.

Panic and suspicion spread like a plague among the people.

Yang Youming's once fierce face was now filled with fear.

He hid behind a large tree, his hand holding the pistol trembling like a withered leaf in the wind.

He witnessed his nephew Yang Fang being strangled to death by a female ghost with her hair, his eyes bulging out.

He wanted to fire, but he didn't know where to aim the gun.

All around him were screams of agony, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

From the first scream to the last wail, it took less than ten minutes.

More than forty lives lay scattered haphazardly on the mountain road, their deaths occurring in all sorts of bizarre ways.

Yang Youming was the last one. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, a cold hand pierced through his chest from behind.

He looked down and saw that hand was still slowly tightening inside his chest, like squeezing a ripe persimmon.

He opened his mouth, but only managed to utter a series of broken, breathy sounds.

Before he died, he looked toward the village with fear in his eyes.

His grandson is only ten years old, and he also has a four-year-old granddaughter.

Will they be able to escape this calamity?

The two vengeful ghosts killed more than forty people, their malevolent aura surging, their eyes turning blood red.

The thrill of revenge and the venom of hatred completely overwhelmed their remaining rationality.

That's not enough. The bloodlines of our enemies haven't been wiped out yet. Their families are still alive. Everyone in Banwan Village deserves to die!

kill!kill!kill!

Like two blood-soaked monsters, they staggered and drifted towards Banwan Village.

However, they had only floated a few steps when a heavy, rhythmic footstep came from the woods.

tread, tread, tread...

The footsteps, neither hurried nor slow, struck the hearts of the two vengeful ghosts like drumbeats.

They turned around abruptly and saw a headless corpse slowly walking towards them.

The body was extremely tall, with a jet-black ghost-head sword lying across its shoulder, exuding a chilling aura.

The headless corpse walked with an extremely steady gait, each step seemingly straddling the boundary between the realms of Yin and Yang.

The two vengeful ghosts tried to escape, but found themselves rooted to the spot, unable to move even a finger.

The ghost-headed blade sliced ​​through the ghostly aura, and with a flash of cold light, two hideous ghost heads flew into the air.

The headless corpse stretched out its left hand and slowly caught the two heads, tying them securely around its waist.

If you look closely, you'll see that there are hundreds of miniature heads hanging from his waist, some male, some female, some old, some young, all with their mouths agape in terror, unable to utter a sound.

The two newly hung ghost heads still had the terror and resentment of their last moments before death frozen on their faces.

Then a black chain emerged from his hand, splitting into forty-four thin chains that snaked into the corpses of Yang Youming and the others.

The next second, forty-four transparent figures were forcibly dragged out of the corpses; they were the souls of Yang Youming and the others.

Their souls had just left their bodies and were still somewhat bewildered. When they saw the scene around them, they tried to escape in terror, but they were firmly bound by chains and could only let the headless corpse drag them toward the gates of hell like a dead dog.

The gates of hell opened silently, then closed just as quietly, leaving the mountains and fields deathly silent once more, with only corpses scattered on the ground and the lingering stench of blood in the air.

Shortly after He left, Zhao Li, dressed in a leather coat, rushed over.

He stomped his foot. "This guy always leaves so fast! I've been looking for you for over a month, and you're always just a little short!"

"If I didn't want to use you to deal with Hao Ji, I wouldn't be willing to chase after a headless fly like you."

Just then, the gates of hell opened again, and the headless body emerged once more.

"Well--"

Zhao Li froze instantly. He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Brother Qin, you didn't hear anything, did you?"