Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

"Woohoo—"

A long, drawn-out wolf howl echoed from afar.

The locust grove rustled in the cold wind, its branches and leaves rubbing against each other, as if countless people were whispering in the shadows.

Wencai shivered involuntarily and instinctively moved closer to Uncle Jiu, his voice weak: "Master, where is this?"

Uncle Nine didn't turn around, but said expressionlessly, "Don't call me Master. You've already been expelled from the sect."

Wen Cai's expression darkened, and he changed his words in a low voice: "Yes, Ninth Uncle."

Uncle Nine couldn't bear it any longer, so he sighed and explained, "This is the Ghost Realm. Only some powerful ghosts can possess it; it lies between the Yin and Yang realms."

Once the Ghost Realm is unfurled, it can temporarily separate a corner of the mortal world, and all the rules inside are different from those in the mortal world.

Fighting ghosts here would be extremely disadvantageous. Therefore, if you accidentally enter the ghost realm, you must immediately find a way to leave.

He paused, then continued, "There are many ways to leave the Ghost Realm. One way is to break it with force, to shatter the Ghost Realm directly with overwhelming power;

You can also find an exit; the exit of the Ghost Realm is often hidden in the most dangerous and unbelievable places.

It can also be destroyed from within using the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint... or it can be broken from the outside...

Furthermore, if we can break the ghost's obsession, the ghost realm will collapse on its own...

... "

Uncle Nine had intended to give his former apprentice some pointers, and he explained in detail how to escape one by one.

But as he spoke, he unconsciously started nagging again: "I always tell you to study and memorize more, but you don't listen. Now you don't even know these most basic things. You want me to say—"

Uncle Nine suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

He remembered that Wencai was no longer his apprentice, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

Wen Cai's eyes welled up with tears, and he forced back his sobs: "Master... Ninth Uncle, I will definitely study hard from now on."

Hearing Uncle Nine's nagging again, he no longer felt annoyed as before, but instead felt an indescribable warmth.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to cherish it before, and only regretted it after he lost it.

Uncle Nine felt quite bad seeing him like this.

After all, he was a disciple whom I had raised myself. Even though I said I was being expelled from the sect, how could I just sever this bond?

Seeing that Uncle Nine's expression was uncertain, Si Mu quickly changed the subject, glanced around, and clicked his tongue in admiration:

"This ghost realm is quite impressive. It combines ghostly and demonic energy, and subtly incorporates the principles of yin and yang harmony. The layout is ingenious, and the foundation is solid."

"Senior brother, look at this locust tree, this dilapidated temple, and its scale. In terms of mastery of the ghost realm, it has already surpassed the vast majority of ghost kings. Senior brother, you have done a great job in teaching your disciples—"

"Shut up!" Uncle Nine glared at him angrily. "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

Si Mu was taken aback, gave an awkward smile, and dared not utter another word.

That's really bringing up the very thing you shouldn't be talking about.

Uncle Jiu thought of the fellow disciples under his eldest brother Shi Jian, each of whom knew how to behave and speak properly. Then he looked at Si Mu, who was always trying to annoy him. It was truly heartbreaking to think about him.

Feeling awkward, Si Mu coughed and leaned closer, saying, "Senior brother, how about... I just smash it?"

As he spoke, a faint, shimmering divine light emanated from his body.

As a righteous god of the underworld, breaking through a ghost realm is not a difficult task for him.

Although Qiu Sheng's ghost realm is mixed with demonic energy and yin-yang transformations, its foundation is still the ghost realm.

"Wait a minute. Let's see what tricks he's up to."

Uncle Nine said coldly, and then strode towards Lanruo Temple.

Si Mu muttered behind him, "He just got soft-hearted."

He then turned back to Wencai, who was still in a daze, and shouted impatiently, "Aren't you coming?! If the wolf comes, it'll snatch you away!"

Wen Cai shuddered at the approaching wolf howls and hurriedly followed.

As the three approached, they discovered that Lanruo Temple appeared dilapidated and abandoned from the outside.

But once you step into the temple gate, the inside is a completely different world.

With its carved beams and painted rafters, paved floors with gold bricks, and carved railings with jade, the temple is adorned with gold and jade everywhere. Where is there even a trace of the austere solemnity of an ancient temple?

Just then, a fragrant aroma wafted over.

The fragrance was alive.

Wen Cai had never known that smells could have such power, like a sudden punch that came crashing down on him, making him lean back.

It had the mellow aroma of fine wine, the smoky flavor of roasted meat, the sweetness of honeyed fruit, and an indescribable fragrance of a woman.

Warm and soft, smooth, like an invisible tongue that burrows into a person's nose, licks down the throat, and even reaches the bones.

Wencai's face flushed red instantly.

Uncle Nine walked ahead without stopping, as if he hadn't smelled anything.

Si Mu suddenly took a deep breath, his chest puffing out, and exaggeratedly smacked his lips before turning back to wink at Wen Cai:

"It smells so good! Wencai, can you smell it?"

Uncle Nine glanced back at him coldly, and the two immediately composed themselves and shut their mouths in embarrassment.

"Uncle-Master, please stop joking." Wen Cai was on the verge of tears.

He felt his heart beating faster and faster, as if it were about to jump out of his throat, and his lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, burning his whole body.

After working as Mr. Namo for several months, he was no longer as clueless as before.

He knew there was something wrong with the incense. He gritted his teeth and felt a sharp pain on his tongue as a sweet, metallic liquid spread in his mouth.

The pain was like a bucket of ice water, drenching him thoroughly from the inside out.

He hissed, and his eyes cleared a little.

Uncle Nine didn't turn around, but the corners of his mouth lifted in a very subtle arc.

The movement was so fast it seemed like it had never happened, and in an instant, his expression returned to its dignified state.

Si Mu noticed and cast a meaningful glance at Chao Wencai.

The temple was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with red silk and gold foil hanging from the beams to the ground in layers.

Hundreds of red candles were placed on lotus-shaped lamp holders on the four walls, illuminating the hall brightly and warmly.

Music poured in from all directions, with strings, bamboo instruments, harps, and pipa weaving a dense and intricate tapestry.

The melody was extremely soft and charming, accompanied by the woman's coquettish laughter that seemed to come from near and far, penetrating straight to one's bones.

The worst part is that the courtyard is full of beauties.

There was a girl dressed in a plain white dress, as pure as a white lotus flower, who was propping her chin up and turning the pages of a book;

Some wore fiery red gauze skirts with slits up to their waists, revealing a long, snow-white leg peeking out from under the gauze, the toes of which dangled from embroidered shoes.

Some were lying on the brocade carpet, teasing the kittens, their expressions charming and innocent;

There were also women playing the pipa, painting, and dressing up in front of a mirror... each with a graceful figure and a different expression.

Qiu Sheng truly lives up to his reputation as a madam who has "re-educated" at Xiao Ri Zi.

She has a thorough understanding of men's quirks and preferences.

Pure, charming, talented, and adorable—each one is on display, and there's bound to be one that will captivate you.

Wencai didn't know where to look.

He felt his blood was like boiling water, bubbling and gurgling in his veins.

But he had seen a lot of the world and knew that these must be illusions. So he bit his tongue again, even harder than before, and blood and saliva splattered everywhere.

Unbeknownst to him, beneath the blue bricks beneath his feet, countless hair-thin roots were quietly moving like a swarm of snakes.

Every time he felt lust, those roots would probe an inch closer to him.

Once that heat rushes to the top of his head, the roots will break through the soil, burrow into the soles of his feet, and suck his heart's blood clean.

Uncle Nine tilted his head slightly in front, glancing at the scene out of the corner of his eye, but still didn't say anything.

With their hands behind their backs, they hummed an off-key tune, as if they were strolling through their own backyard.

He saw the roots moving toward his feet, so he lifted his boot and stomped on it lightly.

Yes, he deliberately closed his "eye of the spirits" and had been enjoying this rare blissful experience, so naturally he reacted.

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