Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Lin Yi suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The man's appearance gave him an inexplicable sense of unease, as if he shouldn't be there, shouldn't be beside Ah Xing at this time.

Lin Yi couldn't explain why, but it was a divinely inspired feeling, like an extra stroke of ink on a painting that didn't belong to the original.

He was immediately interested.

If you can't figure it out, then just go find the answer.

Lin Yi revealed himself, and with a light step, he caught up with the old man and soon walked side by side with him.

"What a refined taste to stroll in the rain, venerable elder," Lin Yi greeted him with a smile.

Yuan Batian's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't realize the person was close enough to be aware of him.

What alarmed him even more was that this person walked in an ordinary way, but with each step, his body moved forward several meters, just like the legendary ability to shrink the earth to an inch.

Moreover, this young man showed no signs of internal energy emanating from him, yet he was completely dry.

Unlike him, who used his inner energy to block the rain, the rain was actively avoiding him!

Even though Yuan Batian was a man of great experience, he still couldn't discern the true strength of this young man.

Alarm bells immediately went off in his mind, and he thought to himself: This person is unfathomable and must not be offended!

"Taking a walk after a meal is good for cultivating internal energy," Yuan Batian chuckled and replied with a dry laugh.

"Senior's inner strength is profound, far beyond what ordinary people can compare to. I wonder how many years you have cultivated?" Lin Yi asked with a smile, as if making a casual conversation.

Yuan Batian paused slightly. Why was this person asking such a private question?

But fearing he might anger Lin Yi, and not daring not to answer, he could only bite the bullet and say:

"I learned internal strength before I learned to walk, and now... I've been cultivating for over two hundred years. And you, young man?"

"I'm ashamed to say that I've only been cultivating for a little over twenty years," Lin Yi said with a smile.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his tone suddenly changed, and his eyes instantly turned cold:

"However, senior, you are burdened with karma and resentment. I can tell at a glance that you are not a good person."

A Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand!

Lin Yi flipped his hand, and an overwhelming spatial force swept out.

Before Yuan Batian could even muster the energy to resist, he felt the world spinning around him. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a deathly silent void.

It was pitch black all around; there was no light, no wind, and no sense of up, down, left, or right.

He was shocked and activated his cultivation technique. A phantom of a golden bell appeared on his body, illuminating a small area around him.

But after that light shone through, he felt even more desperate.

There was nothing here except him.

There is no land, no sky, no direction.

He didn't even know where to run.

"Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, break!"

Yuan Batian roared and unleashed a powerful strike with both palms. More than a dozen golden dragons roared out, accompanied by sonic booms that tore through the air.

However, it encountered no obstacles along the way, and after flying several hundred meters, it disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

He then unleashed hundreds of powerful martial arts techniques, including blade energy, sword energy, flaming blade, icy finger, formless calamity finger, and great handprint.

But those attacks hit the void, like punches hitting cotton, failing to create even the slightest ripple.

Yuan Batian was in despair; he felt like an ant that had been thrown into the deep sea.

No matter what he does, he can't affect this sea area, nor can he find a way to leave.

A profound sense of powerlessness washed over him. He would rather face a massive army, or be killed by a powerful enemy, than confront this silent despair.

Outside, Lin Yi waited for a long time, but the old guy didn't use any special methods, only some fancy martial arts.

"It's boring."

Lin Yi shook her head, and with a thought, she also entered the Buddha Kingdom in her palm.

Just as Yuan Batian was about to speak, Lin Yi grabbed his neck with one hand and bit down.

Almost instantly, all the blood in his body was drained, leaving only a pale, stiff corpse floating in the void.

Soon, Lin Yi absorbed all of Yuan Batian's skills and memories.

Lin Yi didn't care much about the hundreds of martial arts techniques, but he found this person's memories quite interesting.

Yuan Batian's life was like he had a protagonist's script, with everything going smoothly for him...

He was born in the sixteenth year of the Chongzhen reign and came from a family of martial arts practitioners.

He possessed extraordinary comprehension, learning everything quickly and mastering it instantly. By the age of sixteen, he had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, defying his innate abilities and achieving the Innate Realm.

He had enjoyed everything he could: status in the martial arts world, fine wine and beautiful women.

For a master like him, the change of dynasties had no effect whatsoever.

However, those at the Innate Realm can only live up to 150 years old.

As his body aged, he panicked.

He began frantically collecting martial arts manuals, practicing every single one he could.

Although his strength was growing and his aging process was slowing down, he still could not stop death from coming.

Finally, at the age of 120, he created an extremely domineering and evil technique—the Northern Darkness Great Art.

This technique allows one to steal the internal energy and essence of others to increase their own internal strength and lifespan.

He spread martial arts manuals everywhere, with the intention of "free-range" training.

Using this evil skill, he broke free from the shackles of lifespan and has lived from the end of the Ming Dynasty to the present day.

The higher your cultivation level, the greater your harvest.

Ah Xing was one of his prey.

Lin Yi finally understood why he was there.

The old man originally lived in Bao'an County and had no intention of coming to Hong Kong Island now.

According to his own calculations, it would take Ah Xing at least ten more years to reach the Innate Realm.

But recently he suddenly had a dream in which Ah Xing had mastered the "Buddha's Palm" technique.

After that, the image of Ah Xing having mastered the divine skill frequently appeared in his mind.

He took it as a whim and came over.

"Looks like this guy was deliberately led here?"

Lin Yi pinched her chin, pondering various possibilities, "Who would be so bored as to lure him here to kill Ah Xing?"

"Dreams, and suddenly implanted ideas—how come they sound so much like my methods?"

He had just implanted images into Yiping's mind, but now that someone was using this method against his underlings, it made him unhappy.

Suddenly, a scene from the movie "The Hippocratic Crush" flashed through his mind.

Hiss—could it be her?

That woman also wrote romance novels, such as Yiping and He Shuhuan...

She's back already?!

Lin Yi suddenly remembered what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had said about the great changes in heaven and earth.

In that case, her early return makes sense.

Moreover, that woman seemed to really enjoy "designing scenarios" for others.

"Whether it is or not, we'll find out when we go and see." Lin Yi soared into the sky and arrived above Ah Xing's car in the next second.

The car had broken down, and the driver was repairing it in the rain.

Ah Xing stood to the side holding an umbrella, occasionally whispering something to Yi Ping.

Not far from the car, Du Fei was helping the completely drunk He Shuhuan walk towards them.

"Heh, just as I expected!"

Lin Yi was suspended in the air, her eyes turning blood red.

The next second, two beams of heat shot towards He Shuhuan's head.

Just as the laser was about to strike, a figure suddenly appeared in front of He Shuhuan, blocking the fatal blow.

The person who came was a beautiful woman.

She was dressed in the most fashionable clothes, her face showing a slight weariness, but her eyes held a majesty that was not of ordinary people.