Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

The two drank several more bowls.

The gray magpie flew in through the window, landed on Yan Chixia's shoulder, and chirped at him a few times.

Yan Chixia listened for a moment, nodded, and took out a few kernels of corn from his pocket to feed it.

The magpie ate a few grains and then hopped happily on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Lin asked, "Brother Yan, can you understand bird language?"

Yan Chixia laughed and said, "To be honest, I have been able to communicate with birds since I was a child."

"Oh? That's truly a wonderful coincidence." Lin Yi's words were full of profound meaning.

Yan Chixia didn't catch the hidden meaning in his words, but simply sighed:

"Yes, over the years, these little guys have helped me explore a lot of routes and saved me several times."

Lin Yi smiled slightly, said no more, and took out several more jars of fine wine.

The two drank until the moon was high in the sky, until Yan Chixia finally became so drunk that he passed out.

Lin Yi helped him to bed, covered him with the blanket, and with a slight smile, touched his forehead. "Yan Chixia, we'll meet again in our dreams." Then she teleported away.

After Lin Yi left, Qiu Sheng made a commotion in the backyard.

Nie Xiaoqian's soul floated out of the pottery jar and knelt timidly on the ground.

Qiu Sheng's voice came from inside the tree trunk, sometimes male, sometimes female, eerie and carrying a terrifying pressure:

"There's a man in the west meditation room. Go and seduce him, no matter what method you use, you must arouse his passion."

Nie Xiaoqian was terrified and dared not resist, her voice trembling as she said:

"Yes, but... what if he... what if he's not interested in women?"

"Not interested in women?" Qiu Sheng chuckled strangely, conjuring a gleaming gold ingot from a tree branch, which landed in front of Nie Xiaoqian.

"If he's not interested in women, then tempt him with gold. Men, after all, only like these two things."

"Yes."

Nie Xiaoqian dared not speak further. Trembling, she picked up the gold ingot, which turned into a wisp of white smoke and drifted towards the West Meditation Room.

This was the first time she had done something like this, and she felt both fear and shame, completely lacking the composure and charm she would later display.

She lingered outside the meditation room for a long time, raising her hand several times before lowering it again, and finally mustered up the courage to gently knock on the door a few times.

Buckle.

Buckle buckle.

There was no response from inside. Yan Chixia's thunderous snoring came from under the door, uninterrupted by the knocking.

Nie Xiaoqian glanced back at the eerie locust tree in the backyard, where something seemed to be slowly wriggling at the base of the tree.

She trembled all over, and without further hesitation, reached out and pushed open the door.

creak-

The door hinge made a soft click.

The moment she stepped into the meditation room, before she could even stand firmly, the Green Destiny sword beside the bed suddenly unsheathed itself.

A streak of green light flew out like lightning, the sword flashed, so fast that she didn't even have time to scream.

Her soul was twisted by the sword energy and instantly shattered into countless points of light, scattering like fireflies in the darkness.

The sword was sheathed, and the meditation room returned to silence.

Yan Chixia turned over and continued snoring as usual, completely unaware that his sword had just slain a female ghost.

Qiu Sheng, who was in the backyard, saw everything clearly and was terrified.

He never expected that the drunkard's sword would possess the power to automatically protect its master.

Qiu Sheng was so startled that the branches and roots of the tree retracted.

Yan Chixia was fast asleep, and in his hazy state, he felt as if he were walking in a vast expanse of clouds and mist.

He walked forward, stumbling along, not knowing how long he had walked, when suddenly a towering gate to hell appeared in front of him.

He was startled and tried to stop, but his legs moved forward uncontrollably.

Once inside the Gates of Hell, a magnificent palace, resembling a celestial palace, suddenly appeared before us.

He walked into the hall, looked up, and saw a person sitting in the main seat, smiling at him.

"Brother Xiahou?" Yan Chixia rubbed his eyes. "Where am I? Am I dreaming?"

The person in the main seat was Lin Yi. His figure shifted in a flash, instantly reverting to his original appearance, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, dignified and composed.

He smiled and said, "Brother Yan, we meet again."

"Brother Xiahou, how did you become like this? What kind of place is this?" Yan Chixia looked around, full of doubt.

"This is the Underworld of Linming, and I am the King of the Underworld." Lin Yi slowly stood up, his divine might as the King of the Underworld faintly swirling around him.

"Yan Chixia, you hate evil as if it were your enemy, you are chivalrous and righteous, and you have accumulated merits over the years."

"I wish to appoint you as the Bird-Beak Marshal of the Underworld, in charge of the souls of all birds in the world. Are you willing?"

Yan Chixia was stunned. The King of the Underworld, the Bird-Beaked General of the Underworld—this dream was too realistic.

He couldn't help but laugh: "If it's just a dream, what do I, Old Yan, have to be afraid of? I, Yan Chixia, have spent half my life practicing chivalry. If I could really become a Yin General in the underworld, that would be a great achievement."

I do! Thank you, Your Majesty Hades, for your grace!

After saying that, he bowed down gracefully.

"Alright. From this moment on, you are Lin Ming, the Underworld Marshal Bird Beak."

Lin Yi raised her hand, and a dark red divine light flew out from her fingertips and entered Yan Chixia's brow.

Yan Chixia shuddered, feeling a vast and unfathomable divine power frantically transforming his soul. The sense of reality was completely unlike a dream.

The next second, he suddenly sat up in bed.

Looking around, there was no longer any Hades Palace; all that remained was the dilapidated western meditation room of Lanruo Temple.

The sky outside the window was already beginning to lighten, and the chirping of birds echoed through the distant mountains and forests.

He rubbed his dizzy forehead, about to say "What a wonderful dream," when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked down and saw that his body was still lying on the bed, cold and lifeless, clearly having been dead for a long time.

His current body is clearly different from his previous mortal body, filled with powerful energy, and even the sword energy in his lung meridians is many times stronger.

He was wearing jet-black armor, had a pair of large black wings on his back, and was holding a feather fan in his hand.

Yan Chixia raised his hand and touched his face; what he felt was a hard bird beak.

He was startled at first, then remembered the conversation in his dream and burst into laughter.

"It's real, not a dream!!!"

He reached out and summoned the Azure Nether Sword and the Zhong Kui Sword, which simultaneously transformed into two long, slender feathers, one blue and one gold, which gracefully tucked into the feather fan.

Holding a feather fan, he sang a heroic song:

"Shedding his mortal form, he dons black robes; the King of the Underworld is commanded to pay homage to his banner. In the past, he vanquished demons in the azure sky; today, his iron beak severs the netherworld."

I've mastered it!

The magpie on the wooden staff chirped anxiously.

Yan Chixia laughed and said, "I had almost forgotten about you."

He pointed a finger, and a dark red divine light entered the gray magpie's body.

The magpie's soul instantly left its body, and a bright red light shone on its body. In just a few breaths, it grew from the size of a palm to the size of a rooster, with glossy feathers and iron beak and claws, and landed majestically on Yan Chixia's shoulder.

Just then, Yan Chixia smelled a faint ghostly aura lingering in the room.

His eyes turned cold: "How dare you! You actually tried to harm me while I was drunk and asleep!"

He followed the ghostly aura and looked out, locking onto Qiu Sheng's location in the backyard. He slightly spread his wings, exuding a majestic and awe-inspiring aura.

"Since you dare to plot against me, then I'll use you, tree spirit, as my first sacrifice upon ascending to godhood!!"

Yan Chixia roared angrily, his figure transforming into a streak of red light, instantly sweeping across the backyard and heading straight for the locust tree.

As Qiu Sheng was absorbing yin energy from the tree, he suddenly sensed a deadly danger approaching.

He looked up in panic and saw a monster with a bird's head and a human body, waving two sword feathers that were about to attack him.

The two sword lights, one gold and one blue, were so fierce that they turned the entire backyard into a purgatory of alternating gold and blue hues.

Terrified, he no longer cared about saving face and cried out at the top of his lungs, "Lord Black Mountain, save me!"

At the same time, the statue of the Black Mountain Demon in the main hall suddenly lit up.

A streak of red light flew to the backyard like lightning, blocking Qiu Sheng's path at the last second, and colliding fiercely with the two sword feathers, one gold and one blue.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar.

The entire Lanruo Temple collapsed under this attack, with broken walls and tiles flying everywhere, and dust obscuring the sun.

"Not good!" Yan Chixia's expression changed, and he retreated rapidly.

Where the two forces collided, space twisted violently, eventually forming a grotesque spacetime vortex.

The vortex spun faster and faster, and before Qiu Sheng could react, it sucked him in.

"The Mysterious Gate of Heaven and Earth?!"