Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

When they stepped into the main hall, they discovered that the scene inside was even more magnificent than the outside.

Inside the main hall, gold and silver treasures were piled up like small mountains, and jade bottles, agate bowls, and luminous pearls were scattered all over the floor.

The long table was laden with delicacies from land and sea; the skin of the roast suckling pig glistened with oil, and the honey-glazed geese dripped into the charcoal fire, sizzling loudly.

Several adorable cats and dogs roamed among the guests, while a group of scantily clad beauties performed a captivating and enchanting dance.

Temptation, all kinds of temptation.

Once the heart is moved, one will fall under Qiu Sheng's ecstasy demon, having one's heart blood drained and one's soul forever trapped in the ghost realm.

Wencai's eyes were already glazed over.

He was just an ordinary person whose cultivation had been destroyed. No matter how strong his will was, he couldn't resist such overwhelming allure.

The music, laughter, and fragrance were like a swarm of starving insects, desperately trying to burrow into his seven orifices.

He tried to bite his tongue again, but even though he had almost bitten it to pieces, he still couldn't wake up.

He turned his head wildly and saw the vermilion pillar on the side of the hall. Without thinking, he rammed into it.

Snapped.

He didn't crash into a cold wooden pillar, but into a broad, icy hand.

Uncle Nine was already standing in front of him, one hand covering his forehead and the other touching his brow.

Uncle Nine's gaze was much gentler than before.

A crimson light shone from his fingertips, flowing into every meridian of Wen Cai's body, and wherever it passed, the fiery heat on his body turned into white vapor.

Wen Cai's clouded eyes instantly cleared.

Then he saw everything around him clearly.

Those piles of gold and silver jewelry were all joss paper and ghost money.

Those beauties are still the same beauties, but there's no trace of life in their faces anymore.

Some even have one side of their face that is absolutely beautiful, while the other side is so rotten that the bones are exposed.

The cats and dogs had all turned into dried-up humanoid corpses, their life essence drained. They crawled on the ground, their empty eye sockets staring straight at Wen Cai.

The table was laden with delicacies, but they were all snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

The roast suckling pig had become a pile of rotting flesh crawling with maggots, the wine in the cup was dark green pus, and the spiritual fruit on the plate was a human heart that was still slightly pulsating.

Wen Cai suddenly knelt down and vomited everything in his stomach.

"Lin Fengjiao!"

Qiu Sheng walked out from behind the main hall, his voice sometimes male and sometimes female, but every word was filled with hatred, "I never thought that even the desire for ultimate pleasure could not do anything to you."

"But this is my territory. Now that you're in, you're not getting out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his long sleeves, and all the female ghosts and dried corpses in the hall turned their heads in unison.

Their mouths opened to an angle no living person could reach, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and they pounced on them like a swarm of spiders, using all four limbs.

At the same time, the ground began to shake, and countless thick roots burst out from under the blue bricks, like giant pythons turning over, coiling towards the three of them.

Wencai was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

A tree root broke through the bricks at his feet and coiled towards his ankle like a black snake.

In that instant, Si Mu grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up like a chick, while his other hand quickly made a circle in front of him.

A pale red light curtain instantly opened, completely enveloping the two of them.

The tree roots thumped against the light screen, making a loud banging sound, but they couldn't get in no matter what they did.

Si Mu shoved Wen Cai behind his back and laughed, "Don't move around, watch your master demolish the house."

Uncle Nine stood amidst the demons, ghosts, and tree roots filling the hall. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the female ghosts, the dried corpses, and the tree roots before finally settling on Qiu Sheng.

He spoke, his voice extremely low: "Qiusheng, when I took you in as my student, I had high hopes for you, hoping you could inherit my mantle."

I never imagined you would harm so many people, and even lay a hand on Wencai. I regret it, I regret taking you in.

The next moment, the entire hall seemed to be gripped by an invisible force from all directions at the same time.

Uncle Nine's robes billowed without wind, while the Judge's divine robes fluttered wildly.

An overwhelming divine power exploded out, extinguishing all the candles in the hall at the same time.

In the darkness, his figure rose rapidly, transforming in an instant into a gigantic ghost god form over a hundred meters tall, directly shattering the Lanruo Temple.

His black robe billowed, his face hidden in the dark clouds, only a pair of huge, dark red eyes, like two suns rising from the depths of hell, coldly looking down.

"My God..." Wen Cai looked up, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist. "Is Master really that powerful?!"

Si Mu clicked his tongue beside him, his eyes filled with barely concealed shock. He felt that the gap between himself and his senior brother seemed to be quite large.

Uncle Nine lifted his foot and stomped down.

boom--!

With a single step, the carved beams and painted rafters, the red silk and gold leaf, the tables and chairs—all turned to dust.

The grotesque female ghosts and dried corpses didn't even have time to scream before they were pulverized by the shockwave.

With another kick, all the roots on the ground were set ablaze, and dark ghost fire spread along the roots, turning the dark brown old roots to ashes wherever it passed.

As the third foot landed, a burst of red light erupted, causing the entire ghost realm to tremble violently and shatter.

Qiu Sheng, the lord of the Ghost Realm, screamed and transformed back into the form of the Ghost Tree. However, his consciousness was blurred and his demonic soul was nearly shattered.

After a moment, everything fell silent.

Wen Cai slumped to the ground, soaked to the bone, staring blankly ahead.

Uncle Nine had returned to his original form. He raised his hand, took out an ancient book, and threw it in front of Wen Cai. The cover had the words "Lin Ming Underworld Black Laws" written on it.

Uncle Nine said in a calm tone: "Remember what you said today, and from now on, study diligently and cultivate yourself well."

Remember, those who practice the Black Laws, if their conduct is not upright, will surely suffer the consequences!

"Yes, Master... uh, Ninth Uncle." A hint of joy flashed in Wen Cai's eyes. He quickly picked up the book, hugged it tightly to his chest, and nodded emphatically.

Uncle Nine nodded, looked at the nearly withered locust tree outside the mortuary, sighed, and walked out.

Si Mu slapped him on the back of the head: "You're really stupid, still calling me Uncle Jiu."

After saying that, he shook his head and followed Uncle Jiu out of the mortuary.

Wen Cai was stunned for a while, then suddenly revealed an expression of wild joy: "Master! Hahaha, Master has accepted me again!"

"Master—"

But by the time he chased after them, Uncle Nine and Four Eyes had already uprooted the locust tree that Qiu Sheng had transformed into, opened the gates of hell, and returned to the underworld.

Linming Underworld.

"I'm going to the City of the Wrongfully Dead to find Master Ikkyu. Are you coming?" Uncle Nine asked Simu.

Si Mu quickly waved his hand: "Senior brother, you go by yourself. I don't get along with that old monk."

Uncle Jiu did not force him, and took the locust tree to the City of the Wrongfully Dead, handing it over to the city lord, Master Yixiu.

Uncle Nine eventually softened his heart.

He couldn't bear to see his most valued disciple sink into depravity.

Besides, although Qiu Sheng killed many people and devoured many ghosts by cultivating demonic arts, those were mostly from Xiao Ri Zi's side.

He sighed and bowed to Master Ikkyu: "Master, this is my former disciple. He went astray and became deeply entrenched in evil."

I would like to ask the master to use Buddhist teachings to dispel his inner demons and resentment, and to give him a way back.

"Very well, Judge Lin, please give it to this old monk."

Master Ikkyu, being compassionate, readily agreed after learning the whole story.

He transplanted the locust tree to the courtyard of his mansion, and he would chant sutras and recite Buddhist scriptures every day, hoping to gradually dispel the obsession and resentment in Qiu Sheng's heart.

However, not long after he planted Qiusheng, Lin Yi arrived at the courtyard without a sound.

Qiu Sheng's change gave him an idea: he wanted to make a special attempt.

He transformed into a general clad in black armor, exuding a menacing aura, and came before Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng had regained consciousness, but he was as weak as a newly planted, diseased tree.

He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "Who...are you?"

Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his voice deep and resonant:

"I am the Black Mountain Demon, Lord of the City of the Wrongfully Dead!"