Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

In the past few days, when Lin Yi went to the Japanese-occupied area to find food, he found that something was wrong. There were quite a few special people in the military camp of Xiao Rizi.

Although they were just ordinary people, they seemed to know some common exorcism methods.

After observing two young men dressed in flashy clothes, Lin Yi learned that they were folk Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) transferred from Japan.

Although he hadn't cultivated spiritual power, he was still quite adept at dealing with ordinary ghosts and monsters.

This is also Lin Yi's own fault. For the past two months, he has been sucking blood from two or three small days every day, sometimes even four or five.

No matter how careful they were, even if they hid in bunkers, it was all in vain; every single day, without fail, several people would disappear.

He even drained the small-town militia of two counties, and didn't dare send any more troops there, clearly out of fear.

Lin Yi's Hundred Ghost Banner also gained the military spirit of one hundred small days, becoming a true Hundred Ghost Banner with greatly increased power!

Panic has spread within military circles, with more than one terrifying legend circulating. Some even claim to have seen tengu (crows) and that the tengu had abducted people.

This was during the Second Battle of Northern Guangdong, and this situation had seriously affected the morale of the troops remaining behind.

The Japanese high command urgently transferred a group of special personnel from the Kwantung Army and the mainland—

Onmyoji, shamans, priests, and so on—anyone who knows a little about exorcism and ghost-catching techniques, regardless of whether they are orthodox or not, should all be brought in to fill the gaps.

But Lingnan is too vast; adding so few people is like adding a handful of salt to a pot of soup—you can't even taste the saltiness.

The higher authorities can only prioritize the allocation of resources to provincial capitals and key strongholds.

In small counties like Ping'an County, which have already been ravaged by Lin Yi, it would be good enough to have one or two knowledgeable laymen among the common people.

Lin Yi almost burst out laughing when she heard the news.

After all, he is still malnourished, and his blood vessels are only about 70% full.

The blood of ordinary soldiers can only fill their stomachs and doesn't provide much energy, but it's different for cultivators—

Even a half-baked Onmyoji without any spiritual power has one or two times more vital energy in his blood than an ordinary soldier.

That night, Lin Yi got hungry again.

He stretched, then struck the classic Homelander takeoff pose and soared into the sky.

He planned to go to areas with more Japanese troops to forage for food, hoping to encounter some genuine monks.

After flying hundreds of kilometers, a faint salty smell of seawater drifted over from afar, and a small coastal county town appeared and disappeared in the night.

Huaqing County.

This place is not far from the provincial capital and is a maritime transport transit point.

Because of its important location, a Marine Corps unit and an Army garrison squad, totaling more than 2,500 people, are stationed here, which is several times larger than any of the strongholds he had previously destroyed.

He circled in mid-air, preparing to land in a corner and then slowly choose a target, when he suddenly smelled four scents.

Four different scents of blood wafted from different directions, each distinct, but all sharing a common characteristic—

It was much stronger than that of ordinary soldiers, and much stronger than that of the two half-baked Onmyoji they had inhaled before.

One of them was particularly mellow, with a faint hint of sandalwood, somewhat similar to the blood of a Qinghai monk, but several levels lower.

Lin Yi laughed and plunged straight down from mid-air, crashing into the four-story building in the center of the military camp like a cannonball.

With a loud bang, a two-meter-wide hole was smashed through the roof, and pieces of cement and broken steel bars fell from mid-air with a crackling sound.

The entire building shook violently, and a load-bearing column on the east side broke, causing half of the building to lose support and begin to tilt to one side.

The brick wall collapsed like a toppled block, burying the officers inside in the rubble before they could even scream.

Lin Yi, carrying a human skin thangka, holding a hundred ghost banner in one hand and a sister drum in the other, slowly rose from the ruins.

Under the influence of the force field, there was not a speck of dust on his body, while the Hundred Ghost Banner was filled with eerie ghostly energy, and the souls of some dead officers were forcibly absorbed by it.

Inside the half-remaining room on the second floor, four figures stood frozen in place, seemingly stunned by the sudden turn of events.

All four were special individuals dispatched from afar by the military. They originally thought they were just there to make up the numbers, but they never expected that disaster would strike from the sky.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was dressed in a dark purple Onmyoji hunting robe, with the Tsuchimikado family's signature bellflower pattern embroidered on the cuffs.

The young man beside him, dressed in a plain white priest's robe and clutching a sacrificial bell, was a priest of the Daikoku-no-Tama Shrine.

Two women stood on either side, one dressed in a pure black kimono embroidered with chrysanthemums, with long, thin pubic hair wrapped around her fingertips, and surrounded by a cold, poisonous mist.

The other person was dressed in a dark blue shaman's long skirt from Northeast China, with a bronze shaman's drum hanging from his waist, and his face was decorated with patterns of tiger gods worshipping the mountains and forests.

Lin Yi's gaze swept over the four people's faces. His cold eyes, which were purely for appraising ingredients and assessing the quality of blood essence, made the hairs on the four people's bodies stand on end.

A bone-chilling cold shot up my spine to the top of my head, as if I were being locked onto by an ancient ferocious beast, and even the blood in my body seemed to freeze and stagnate.

Finally, Lin Yi's gaze lingered for a moment on the face of the woman in black on the left.

That face, that outfit!

The Nine Chrysanthemums School, Michiko Nishikyo.

The image of this movie character popped into Lin Yi's mind.

The villainous boss in "The Exorcist Police" almost drove Uncle Ying to the brink of disaster in the movie.

"I haven't even gone looking for you yet, and you've already delivered yourselves to my doorstep."

Lin Yi spoke standard Japanese.

Upon hearing this, the fear on Tsuchimikado Natsusa's face subsided for a moment, replaced by a look of delight at having grasped a lifeline.

He took a step forward, gave a perfect 90-degree bow, and spoke rapidly:

"Senior, I am Tsuchimikado Natsusa from Japan, the third son of the head of the Tsuchimikado family—"

"Wow, it's a big fish."

Lin Yi interrupted him, then said something that sent chills down his spine: "You don't need to explain in such detail, you're just my food."

The next second, Tsuchimikado Natsusa's vision blurred, his throat felt cold, and he was bitten by Lin Yi.

His guardian spirit was a dog-like demon that had cultivated for over a decade. It had barely poked its head out when five dark figures simultaneously pounced on it—

The five demons quickly tore the dog demon to pieces and dragged it into the Hundred Demon Banner.

Tsuchimikado Natsusa's pupils rapidly dilated, and his skin collapsed at a visible speed, turning him into a dried-up corpse in just a few breaths.

He died before he could unleash a complete spell; his hand was still forming a nascent Kikyo seal.

Michiko Nishiwaki was the quickest to react among the four.

She lashed out with the Chrysanthemum Bell Whip—a long whip imbued with the Nine Chrysanthemum Secret Technique, carrying a chilling aura, aimed at Lin Yi's face.

In the movie, this whip can shatter stone slabs, and its malevolent energy can corrode magical artifacts. If an ordinary Taoist priest is hit by it, at best his skin will be torn open, and at worst the malevolent energy will enter his body.

The whip tip struck Lin Yi's back with a crisp snap, leaving a tear in his long robe, but without even a red mark on his skin.

Michiko Nishikawa's pupils contracted sharply, and her hand holding the whip trembled.

"You're very brave!"

Lin Yi glanced at her, taking in her slight surprise, then reached out and grabbed the tip of the whip, pulling hard.

Michiko Nishikawa's strength was nothing compared to Lin Yi's; she was pulled off the ground and flew towards him.

Lin Yi grabbed her by the back of the neck, his fangs piercing the artery on the side of her neck.

Her blood was cold—not in terms of temperature, but in a kind of coldness that came from years of exposure to yin and evil things, unlike any other cultivator she had ever absorbed.

The blood was coated with a thin layer of Yin energy, a result of the Nine Chrysanthemums sect using secret techniques to refine the evil energy into themselves.

This amount of malevolent energy would be enough to erode the meridians of an ordinary person, but for Lin Yi it was like adding a drop of lemon juice to a glass of strong liquor, adding another layer to the flavor.

Michiko Nishiwaki's pupils began to dilate, and the light in the corners of her eyes quickly went out.

The moment Priest Edogawa Nojiro saw Michiko Nishiwaki being bitten, he grabbed a handful of holy salt from his waist and threw it at Lin Yi.

The holy salt was applied to Lin Yi, but it had no effect whatsoever.

Edogawa Nojiro paused, wondering if his sacred salt had lost its effectiveness.

Then he saw the Hundred Ghosts Banner in Lin Yi's hand. A few grains of holy salt splashed onto the banner, and the banner surface emitted wisps of blue smoke as if it had been branded with a hot iron. The Hundred Ghosts Banner emitted a series of mournful ghostly howls.

It works! But why doesn't it work on this vampire?

……

Lin Yi frowned and glanced back at Edogawa.

Edogawa's hand trembled slightly from that look, and he spilled all the holy salt on his feet.

Among the four, the shaman Liu Yuxiang was invoking the gods.

She shook the small drum, rapidly chanting incantations to the gods:

"The mighty tiger of Changbai Mountain sits atop the Great Cold Peak in the deep mountains. Its sharp claws can cleave through a thousand layers of evil, and its roar can dispel the eternal gloom. Your disciple beats the drum and kowtows three times, earnestly requesting the tiger god to possess me."

A beam of light descended from the sky and struck her, instantly transforming her face into a tiger's head with fangs bared at the corners of her mouth, and tiger fur began to grow wildly on her body.

She threw her head back and let out a deafening roar that echoed through the ruins, causing pieces of broken brick to fall from the crumbling walls.

However, the sound stopped abruptly halfway through.

The moment the Tiger God's consciousness descended, it saw Lin Yi standing in front of it through Liu Yuxiang's eyes.

Tiger God's pupils suddenly contracted, and an extremely human-like expression of fear appeared on his majestic tiger-headed face.

Without saying a word, it sprang off Liu Yuxiang's body, transformed into a beam of light, soared into the sky, and fled.

From the tiger's roar to its leap, the entire process takes no more than two breaths.

Liu Yuxiang had not fully regained consciousness and was swaying as she leaned against the wall, mumbling incantations to the gods.

Lin Yi turned around, threw Nishikawa Michiko's dried corpse downstairs, and first grabbed the terrified Edogawa Nojiro and sucked his blood dry.

Then came Liu Yuxiang, who had just regained consciousness. When she saw Lin Yi's face so close, she wanted to run away, but her legs were still too weak to move.

Soon, she followed in the footsteps of several of her companions!

Lin Yi straightened up, let out a long breath, and showed an extremely satisfied expression on her face.

Although none of the four cultivators reached the level of the Qinghai Dharma Master, they were far superior to ordinary soldiers.

The strongest is Tsuchimikado Natsusa; his blood concentration is even higher than that of the feng shui master.

Secondly, there is Liu Yuxiang—although the Tiger God has run away, she has been invoking the god for many years, and the residual spiritual essence in her blood is still there.

Then came Edogawa Nojiro, and the weakest was Nishiwaki Michiko, but the Yin energy in her blood was an unexpected bonus, adding a unique flavor to this late-night snack.

Lin Yi didn't expect to see this woman here. No wonder she turned into an old woman after Uncle Ying broke her magic. It turns out she really was an old woman back then!

He glanced down at the Hundred Ghosts Banner—

The spot where the holy salt was splashed is still emitting blue smoke.

The Hundred Demon Banner was wailing and emitting a sense of grievance.

"Damn it! That's the downside of evil magic weapons—they're always being countered!!"