Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Seeing that the Five Demons had succeeded, Lin Yi left the Palm Buddha Kingdom without lingering, as the scene that followed was rather disgusting.

He left the Buddha Kingdom in his palm, waved his hand to open the Land God Realm, and walked in.

Shen Cihang's divine realm was much simpler than Mao Xiaofang's, lacking mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, and plants; there was only a solitary earth god temple standing there.

At this moment, Shen Cihang was sitting cross-legged in the Earth God Temple, his divine power slowly circulating within him, repairing his divine body that had been injured by the King of the Underworld.

His face was somewhat pale, but his breathing was relatively steady.

"Your Majesty." Shen Cihang saw him enter and tried to get up to bow.

"Sit still."

Lin Yi pressed down on his shoulder, then summoned the Underworld King's Seal and channeled strands of pure incense power into his body.

Shen Cihang shuddered as his injuries rapidly healed under the nourishment of the incense's power.

A moment later, his complexion returned to normal, and his injuries were fully healed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Shen Cihang stood up and bowed to Lin Yilai.

"You did a good job." Lin Yi patted his shoulder, then drew out a wisp of incense energy, condensed it into a lotus flower, and handed it to Shen Cihang.

"Keep this incense's power and refine it slowly; it's my reward for you. Also, your divine fortune will increase by 30% this month."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Shen Cihang clasped his hands together, feeling a warm glow in his heart.

Lin Yi left the Land God's Domain, took a deep breath, and decided not to go inside. He would just wait at the door for Ksitigarbha to come over.

What's meant to happen will happen; there's no escaping it!

Just then, Lin Yi sensed intense yin-yang fluctuations coming from the direction of Britain.

He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then his expression turned strange. "This is a huge problem. I'll be cursed to death by Ksitigarbha."

With Anwen dead, the underworld, bound to Britain, lost its master, and the channels between the living and the dead in many places developed loopholes and opened on their own.

No wonder Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva didn't come to scold him; he must have rushed over to repair the Yin-Yang passage immediately.

No, we need to fix this!

Lin Yi thought for a moment, then called out to the void, "Uncle Shou."

"Master." Shoubo's figure emerged from the shadows.

"Go find Judge Lin and have him take my honor guard to Britain for humanitarian aid."

There's been a slight mishap over there; some evil spirits might have escaped. Tell Uncle Nine to follow the instructions of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Yes, sir." Shou Bo vanished in a wisp of smoke.

What Lin Yi didn't know was that the situation in Britain was far more serious than he had imagined, especially since a hundred ghosts were now roaming the city at night.

Countless evil spirits escaped from the underworld and wreaked havoc in the streets and alleys.

British wizards were forced to expose themselves to the public eye as they fought against evil spirits.

Meanwhile, a wizard hailed as the greatest of this century began to emerge.

When Uncle Nine received the order, he was reviewing case files in the Investigation Department.

Without saying a word, he took the token and led four hundred ghost king-level Yin soldiers to Britain.

Uncle Nine led four hundred ghost king-level Yin soldiers across Eurasia. The winds were eerie and the atmosphere was ghostly. Dark clouds covered the sky wherever they went, and all the demons and monsters along the way fled.

Once over Britain, he quickly found Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is standing above the Misty Tower Bridge, holding a book of human beings, repairing the black bridge that was transformed from the Naihe Jade.

When he saw Uncle Nine arrive, he turned his head and glanced at the four hundred ghost kings arrayed in the Yin army. His eyes twitched slightly, and he felt a little dumbfounded.

He certainly knew what Lin Yi was planning.

It's nothing more than feeling guilty about killing An Wen, so he sent Uncle Jiu with his men to play the victim.

But this time he really didn't blame Lin Yi.

He knew better than anyone what kind of person An Wen was.

Arrogance, disregard for others, and unauthorized collection and breeding of undead calamities constitute serious transgression.

The kings of the European underworld had long been dissatisfied with Anwen, but no one dared to touch him.

Ksitigarbha himself was also observing Anwen, thinking of finding an opportunity to remove him, so as to prevent this scourge from causing great chaos when the world changed.

Lin Yi getting rid of An Wen actually did him a big favor.

Most importantly, although Lin Yi claimed to be his subordinate, they were actually on the same level in terms of strength and status.

Through his battle with the Holy Mother of Yaochi, Lin Yi proved his strength.

As the saying goes, the strong cannot be humiliated. An Wen challenged Lin Yi's authority, and he deserved to be killed.

As for the British people who were implicated, that was also Anwen's fault.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would naturally not blame Lin Yi for An Wen's mistake.

Ksitigarbha felt quite gratified to see Uncle Nine arrive.

Although Lin Yi is a bit arrogant and mischievous, he has his bottom line and is a good ally.

He certainly wouldn't let Lin Yi's "good intentions" go to waste.

"Judge Lin, you've come at the perfect time."

Ksitigarbha put away the book of human beings, pointed in the direction of the center of the foggy city, and said: "The area with the most evil spirits is on both sides of the Thames, from the Tower Bridge to Westminster Abbey."

Anwen's reapers are simply too busy. "Clear those areas, then deal with the escaped monsters, and this place will be clean."

Uncle Nine bowed and accepted the order: "Ksitigarbha, rest assured, I will take care of it immediately."

He turned and flew toward the heart of the foggy city. Four hundred ghost kings followed closely behind, and the ghostly army swept across the ghost realm like a vast, black ocean, enveloping both banks of the Thames.

The night sky over the foggy city darkened instantly, the moon was obscured by a heavy, gloomy atmosphere, and the streetlights went out one by one.

The city echoed with the shrieks of countless evil spirits, but those shrieks quickly turned into dying moans in the ghostly realm where the ghostly soldiers passed through.

Two hundred cavalrymen charged ahead, riding bone horses formed from yin energy and wielding long spears, forming three ranks in the charge.

With each passing row, swarms of evil spirits were shattered by the spearheads, their souls disintegrating.

Two hundred infantrymen armed with swords, spears, and halberds followed closely behind, forming a battle formation like a slow but unstoppable meat grinder, reaping the evil spirits that tried to escape from the side or rear.

Uncle Nine wasn't idle either. He landed on an abandoned barge in the middle of the Thames and raised his hand to draw talismans in the air.

Each talisman was about ten feet square, gleaming with golden light, like divine script.

Once the talisman took shape, it flew in all directions on its own, turning some of the troublesome vampires and werewolves into ashes.

He then took out a small gourd from his ring. He patted the bottom of the gourd, and golden chains immediately poured out of the gourd's mouth, binding the fleeing evil spirits and dragging them into the gourd.

Extremely efficient!

Some of the Grim Reapers stood on the Fog Tower Bridge, looking at the surging ghost realm and the evil spirits that were powerless against the Eastern Yin Soldiers, their faces turning pale.

These Eastern grim reapers are too brutal, reminding them of the former Scourge of God.

And those high-ranking officials from the Eastern Underworld, their various miraculous methods are far more effective than the soul-snatching scythes they wield.

For a moment, they couldn't help but feel more awe towards the Eastern Underworld.

On the other side, the still-young Dumbledore gripped his wand tightly, staring at the scattered runes in the sky, remaining silent for a long time.

"Is this Eastern magic? It's amazing!"

A sudden urge to travel to that mysterious country in the East welled up in his mind.