Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

"Wencai, it's been a long time."

Wen Cai suddenly turned around.

Then I saw Qiu Sheng, whom I hadn't seen for months, standing under the jujube tree outside the mortuary.

He was wearing a large monk's robe, which was made of fine brocade and was clearly not a cheap item.

He wore an exaggeratedly tall black bun on his head, shaped like the outstretched wings of a startled bird, with a few stray hairs hanging down from his temples, swaying gently in the morning breeze.

That face was still Qiu Sheng's face, the outline of his eyebrows and eyes hadn't changed, but his whole demeanor was like that of a completely different person.

At that moment, He was looking at him with a smile, a smile that sent a chill down his spine.

"Qiu Sheng? Why are you dressed like that? And your voice..."

Wen Cai subconsciously became more alert, his voice filled with undisguised surprise and doubt.

Qiu Sheng raised an eyebrow, smoothed a stray strand of hair at his temple, his posture arrogant, his eyes filled with smug pride:

"I'm as good as I could be now. I've mastered my divine skills, established my own school of thought, and am no longer the ant that Lin Fengjiao could cripple and manipulate at will."

His tone of voice was extremely strange. The first half of the sentence was Qiu Sheng's original voice, but the second half suddenly rose in pitch and became high-pitched and effeminate.

When Uncle Nine was mentioned, Qiu Sheng's tone suddenly surged with intense resentment.

The smile on His face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocious blue aura, and His eyes even turned slightly red.

He stared intently at Wencai, demanding sharply, "By the way! Where is that old hag Lin Fengjiao?!"

"Qiusheng, what exactly have you been through?"

As Wencai looked at the unfamiliar Qiusheng, a series of guesses flashed through his mind.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know where Master went. He hasn't come back for the past few months."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng frowned deeply, took a step forward, and spoke with a rebuke in his tone:

"You still call him master! Have you forgotten how ruthless he was when he destroyed our cultivation?"

Wencai, if he can treat us like this, he doesn't deserve to be our teacher anymore!

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his voice shifting between male and female, as if two people were roaring from the same mouth at the same time.

Then He suddenly changed to a look of earnestness, extended a hand to Wencai, and said softly:

"Brother, come help me! I guarantee you'll have a life of wealth and honor, and be a respected elder!"

Qiu Sheng spoke with great emotion, but his exaggerated appearance and alternating male and female voice gave Wen Cai goosebumps.

He instinctively dodged His outstretched hand and then took several steps back.

The Qiu Sheng he knew now felt both unfamiliar and dangerous, even more dangerous than the vengeful ghost he had encountered last month.

Wen Cai was startled by his own thoughts and shook his head violently.

How could he compare Qiu Sheng to a vengeful ghost?

When Qiu Sheng saw Wen Cai shake his head, he assumed that Wen Cai was unwilling, and his face immediately showed displeasure.

Upon returning to Renjia Town, His first priority was to seek revenge on Lin Fengjiao for his wasted skills.

Since Lin Fengjiao is not here, let's bring Wencai under our command first.

One fence has three stakes, and one hero has three gangs.

Wencai knows Him inside and out, and is much more trustworthy than those petty acquaintances.

Moreover, given Wencai's timid and cowardly nature, there is no need to worry about him rebelling in the future.

More importantly, if Wencai joins forces with Him to deal with Lin Fengjiao—

Gee!

That's true heart-wrenching!

Let that old man taste the bitterness of being betrayed and abandoned by everyone, and being turned against by his only two disciples!

This is far more effective than killing him with a knife in quelling my long-suppressed hatred!

Seeing that Wencai didn't know how to appreciate his kindness, Qiusheng's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Wencai, you're still so useless."

"I asked you to come with me back then, but you refused. Now that I've achieved great success, you still won't seize the opportunity to change your fate."

He sized Wencai up and down, his gaze sweeping over Wencai's patched coarse cloth clothes, then glancing at the mortuary behind them, his tone growing increasingly harsh:

"Look at you, dressed in rags, living in a mortuary like this, you don't even have a decent place to live."

What are you afraid of? It's better to die a glorious death than to live a mediocre, uneventful life! You haven't even tasted a woman's pleasure yet!

Hiccup—

My eyes are fucking dirty!

Wen Cai was so frightened by his own thoughts that his scalp tingled and his stomach churned.

Is he still Qiu Sheng?

Something's really off about Qiu Sheng!

Was he possessed by a demon?!

Wencai did indeed still harbor some brotherly affection for Qiusheng.

The thought that Qiu Sheng might be possessed by some evil spirit or demon was terrifying.

Wencai didn't care about anything else. He secretly grabbed a handful of salt and rice that had already been mixed from his pocket and threw it at Qiusheng's face.

I wanted to help him get rid of the evil spirits.

Salted rice is made from salt, glutinous rice, and a little bit of incense ash, and it is believed to have certain protective properties against evil spirits.

Ever since he became Mr. Namo, he has always made it a habit to carry a handful of trinkets in his pocket for emergencies.

Qiu Sheng was caught off guard and was hit squarely.

Salt and rice fell on Him, making crackling and popping sounds, followed by billowing dark green smoke and a pungent, fishy stench spreading everywhere.

Qiu Sheng merely frowned slightly. Although the visual effect was exaggerated, the salt and rice did not actually cause him any harm.

Wen Cai's expression changed drastically. "There was definitely something wrong!"

Moreover, the salted rice had absolutely no effect on Qiu Sheng!

This means that Qiu Sheng in front of us is definitely not just possessed by an ordinary evil spirit.

"run!"

Wencai had only one thought left in his mind.

Without saying a word, he took off running.

He ran into the mortuary, slammed the gate shut behind him, and then used a thick wooden stick to brace the bolt against it.

"It's all over! The ghost on Qiu Sheng is too powerful; even salt and rice can't drive it away!"

He then rushed into the room and pulled out the last exorcism talisman left by Uncle Nine, which was hidden at the bottom of the box.

He gripped the talisman tightly, feeling the rough texture of the paper against his palm, which gave him a slight sense of security.

Outside the mortuary, Qiu Sheng watched Wen Cai's panicked escape and a cold, ruthless smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

When the salt and rice hit him, he only felt a slight numbness and no real harm. However, Wen Cai's actions completely shattered his hopes of winning him over.

"Wencai, you can't escape."

Qiu Sheng's voice rang out outside the mortuary, sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes high, sometimes low, carrying a kind of madness that sent chills down one's spine.

"I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me!"

My master has betrayed me, so I will kill him.

My brother betrayed me, I will kill my brother!

Since you refuse to come with me, then go die.

Once you die, I will capture your soul, and then you will naturally obey and follow me to deal with Lin Fengjiao.

Hehe, hahaha!

An eerie laugh echoed through the mortuary.

"This is terrible! This is a huge problem. Master, where are you? I miss you so much!"

Wen Cai clutched the exorcism talisman tightly in his hand, trembling uncontrollably as he listened to the eerie laughter outside the door.

"No, I can't just sit here and wait to die." Wen Cai gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

He reached for the stove and pulled out all the mugwort and calamus he had saved up over this period of time.

He remembered his master saying that mugwort is a pure yang substance, and hanging it on the door during the Dragon Boat Festival will ward off all evil spirits.

Sweet flag leaves are shaped like swords, and are considered a herb that can slay demons and ward off all evil spirits.

He threw mugwort and calamus into a pot, boiled them into talisman water, and then scooped the talisman water to splash all over the walls, doors and windows of the mortuary.

Then he brought out several jars of black dog blood and cinnabar that he had saved up over the years, as well as several bamboo tubes of children's urine.

He carefully sprinkled black dog blood around the threshold and windowsill, then drew a crooked circle in the center of the main room with cinnabar before standing inside it.

These are the most basic folk methods of exorcising evil spirits. They are somewhat effective against ordinary ghosts, but Wencai himself is not confident when facing the ghost that is possessing Qiusheng.

……

Outside the door, Qiu Sheng stepped forward and reached out to push the door open.

But the moment His fingers touched the door panel, a golden light, invisible to ordinary people, suddenly shone on the door of the mortuary.

The golden light surged from the wood grain of the door panel, pressing onto Qiu Sheng's fingers like a red-hot branding iron.

With a "sizzle" sound, Qiu Sheng jerked his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

In less than a second, his fair and jade-like hand was burned black.

"Ah—Lin Fengjiao!"