Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

The monk from Qinghai pushed open the door to his study and came out.

He moved quickly, clearly in a hurry to get to Yun County.

Moments after he climbed over the wall and left, Lin Yi teleported into the study.

The five jars on the table were lined up quietly, and the blood-stained cracks on the jars were several more than before.

Lin Yi took out a burlap sack from his Qiankun Ring, put the five jars into the sack one by one, then hoisted it onto his shoulder. With a flash of green light in his eyes, he disappeared from the study.

The next second he appeared on a gravel road outside Huai County.

This is the main road, about three or four miles from the nearest village.

It was midday, and the sun was directly overhead, scorching like a branding iron that had been heated to its limit, making even the pebbles on the ground seem to smoke.

The surface temperature was at least forty degrees Celsius, and the air was distorted by the heat wave into layers of ripples.

At this time of day, the sun is at its strongest, the yang energy is at its peak, and the yin energy is at its weakest.

If evil spirits are truly afraid of sunlight, then releasing them at this time is the perfect way to wipe them out all at once.

Lin Yi put the sack on the ground and took out the top jar.

He tried to twist the lid of the jar—it wouldn't budge.

The lid and body of the can are clearly fused together, and it cannot be opened without force.

Lin Yi was too lazy to waste any more time, so he clenched his fist and slammed it into the jar.

The earthenware jar shattered into countless pieces as if struck by a hammer, and its contents spilled out along with the fragments.

A piercing roar exploded from the center of the fragments.

The roar didn't seem to come from the ears, but rather it pierced straight into the brain, like something scraping bone with fingernails deep inside the skull.

This is not an ordinary sound; it's infrasound, with a frequency so low that it's inaudible to the human ear, but it can directly affect the brain, causing uncontrollable hallucinations.

An image of a baby crying in pain will appear in my mind—

The cries were so pitiful and helpless that they evoked an almost irresistible feeling of pity in people, and those with weak wills might even burst into tears on the spot.

Lin Yi didn't even frown; this level of ghostly howling couldn't affect him.

He can also emit a similar infrasonic roar when he transforms into a zombie.

However, his roar was used to create fear and a sense of oppression.

Similar to a tiger's roar, but with a more complex frequency composition, its full force can knock an adult unconscious.

The little devil's baby crying is like a kindergarten child performing on stage in front of this great demon king.

After the fragments landed, a dark shadow the size of a baby appeared in the spot where they had been.

The sunlight shone directly on the dark figure, but a thin layer of black smoke rose from the evil spirit's skin, like an insulating shield that blocked the scorching sunlight.

Although the sunlight failed to directly burn the evil spirit, the layer of black smoke was slowly thinning under the sunlight, indicating that it was expending its energy to resist the sunlight.

"It's no longer an ordinary ghost; it's become an evil spirit."

Lin Yi looked at the dark figure and silently compared it with other ghosts and monsters in her mind.

This thing is about the same level as the Red and White Duo. It can move freely during the day. Ordinary sunlight may have an effect on it, but it is not fatal.

This was within Lin Yi's expectations. If they were so easy to destroy, they wouldn't have required Master Longci to pay the ultimate price to seal them away.

The dark figure's nose twitched as it caught the scent of fresh human blood on Lin Yi's body. Its eyes flashed with ferocity, and it charged forward amidst billowing black smoke, determined to burrow into Lin Yi's body and possess him.

The evil spirit attacks very quickly; ordinary people don't even have time to react before it burrows into their bodies and possesses them.

But it chose the wrong target.

Lin Yi's pupils were instantly covered by a thick layer of emerald green, and fangs protruded from her upper jaw.

A deep roar came from his throat, a roar like a dragon's cry or a tiger's howl, carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression from the depths of his blood.

The evil spirit froze in mid-air—its body trembled uncontrollably, and the black mist enveloping it contracted like a startled sea anemone.

Its instincts were frantically telling it one thing: this thing in front of it was far more terrifying than it.

Just as the evil spirit froze, Lin Yi made his move.

It was just a simple punch that landed on the evil spirit's baby-sized body.

The moment the fist struck the evil spirit, the special bio-force field inherent in the zombie bloodline directly crushed the evil spirit's demonic energy.

The evil spirit let out a scream more piercing than all its previous cries combined, and its small body exploded like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer.

Black smoke billowed and drifted in all directions, quickly dissipating under the scorching midday sun, vanishing completely in just a few breaths, leaving not a trace behind.

"Pathetic." Lin Yi withdrew his fist, his eyes showing no emotion.

With the second-generation zombie's level of suppression right in front of them, dealing with this low-level evil spirit refined by the White Lotus Sect was like a max-level character slaughtering monsters in a newbie village—it was effortless throughout.

He bent down, took a second jar from the sack, and smashed it with a punch just like that.

Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth. Each time a jar was smashed, a piercing baby's cry rang out, a flash of black light appeared, a moment of paralysis ensued, and then a punch ended it all.

The five evil spirits, refined by the White Lotus Sect, sealed with their lives by Master Longci, and schemed against countless times by Master Qinghai, were wiped out in no more than three minutes from their birth.

Lin Yi stood amidst the shards of pottery scattered on the ground, glanced up at the scorching sun overhead, then looked down at the broken porcelain pieces, and sighed with an air of superiority: "Ah, how lonely it is to be invincible."

He really should be grateful.

If he had hesitated back in Hongxi Village and hadn't rushed forward to bite Jiang Chen, he would be just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken now.

Facing these five evil spirits, let alone taking them down one by one with a punch, he'd be lucky if he wasn't completely devoured.

Faced with a plot where almost everyone is wiped out, he can only rely on his familiarity with the story to stay far away.

Sure enough, the second-generation zombies were his greatest asset in this world.

Lin Yi kicked the broken pieces of porcelain aside, not in a hurry to leave.

This is the only road connecting Huai County and Yun County.

If you leave Huai County from the south gate and head southwest, this is the only road that leads to Yun County; the others are either dead ends or difficult mountain paths.

The Qinghai monks had to pass through here on their way to Yun County to find the Golden Buddha.

The midday sun was so strong that even the pebbles on the dirt road seemed to be steaming.

Lin Yi didn't break a sweat at all. It's no joke; even martial arts masters are immune to heat and cold, let alone a second-generation zombie of demigod level like him.

Even if the sun is only 30 or 40 degrees Celsius, it still won't be cooked through even if you put it in a deep fryer!

About ten minutes later, the creaking sound of a chain turning came from the end of the dirt road in the distance.

Then a figure riding a bicycle quickly came into Lin Yi's sight.

It's a monk from Qinghai!

It's unbelievable that someone as old-fashioned as him would be so fashionable, riding a bicycle to get around.

"The King of Guanzhong is here!" Lin Yi couldn't help but swallow.

……

The monk from Qinghai rode very fast, clearly in a hurry—he wanted to reach Yun County before the golden Buddha was moved by Lin Yi.

He saw a person standing in the middle of the road from afar, but didn't pay much attention at first.

Although there aren't many pedestrians on this road, it's not completely deserted; occasionally, you'll see farmers heading to the market or porters passing by.

As he got closer, he turned the handlebars of his car, trying to go around Lin Yi.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground.

The shards of porcelain reflected a blinding white light in the midday sun, and several pieces still bore traces of dark red blood.

He was all too familiar with that bloodstain; he had drawn it there just a quarter of an hour ago by biting his finger.

squeak--

The rubber tires left a long, deep trail on the gravel.

The monk from Qinghai jumped off the vehicle, pushed the bicycle aside, and squatted down to pick up a piece of broken porcelain.

The black demonic residue on the inner wall of the porcelain shard had dried completely; it crumbled into powder at the slightest touch and fell from his fingers.

He turned the porcelain shard over and saw the familiar blood symbol on the back; his fingers began to tremble.

"It really is the Five Ghosts Demon Jar! No way, no way!"

The Qinghai monk stood up with a livid face and threw the broken porcelain shards on the ground.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Yi beside him, and only then did he notice something was wrong—

In this sweltering heat, even he was sweating profusely, but the other person remained calm and composed, without breaking a sweat; instead, their skin shone with a porcelain-like, cold white luster.

This person is no ordinary person!

But he couldn't care less about any of that now!

"These jars,"

The monk from Qinghai spoke, his voice clear and youthful, yet carrying an barely suppressed rage.

Did you break it?

"Otherwise what?" Lin Yixiaoxiong shrugged, replying nonchalantly.

"Where are the things inside?"

"Dead." Lin Yi raised his fist and said, "I beat him to death with my fist."

"What?!"

The Qinghai monk's anxiety finally subsided!

"How dare you?!"

Decades of planning came to naught in an instant; how could he bear it!

"Kid,"

The Qinghai monk glared venomously at Lin Yi, his voice dripping with murderous intent: "You will die today!"