Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

"Maoshan Jian." Lin Yi's voice pulled him back from his reverie.

"Here!" Mao Shanjian clutched his chest, his face flushed.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

"You have a heart that upholds righteousness and avoids evil, yet you are not bound by dogma, and you can put aside your pride to protect the people at critical moments."

"I hereby bestow upon you the title of King of the Underworld, responsible for managing those wandering souls who, due to their heavy attachments and unresolved karmic debts, cannot be reincarnated."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he threw the Dharma King's Talisman at Maoshan Jian.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the King of the Underworld!" Mao Shanjian trembled with excitement, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to Lin Yi.

The Dharma King, it's actually the Dharma King!

He roared in his heart—Master, your disciple has not disgraced you!

Your disciple has become your superior!

His lips trembled, his eyes were red, and before he could finish his words of thanks, his expression suddenly changed, he grabbed his chest with both hands, and collapsed as if his bones had been removed.

Qian Youcai quickly caught him, checked his breathing and pulse, and his expression changed from surprise to complexity.

He died. Maoshan Jian died just like that.

I'm so excited!

Lin Yi was not surprised by this.

Mao Shanjian's lifespan was supposed to end today, with the time accurate to the second, without the slightest error.

That's good, it saves us from having to go through the whole process again when we die of old age, it's all done in one go.

He reached out and grasped the spirit of Maoshan Jiangang, which had separated from the body, from the corpse.

Mao Shanjian's soul was still somewhat dazed, floating in mid-air, looking down at his own corpse lying on the ground, then looking up at Lin Yi, not realizing for a moment what had happened.

Lin Yi implanted the Dharma King's Divine Talisman into Maoshan Jian's soul.

The moment the talisman entered his soul, his soul began to undergo a dramatic transformation—

The originally translucent soul body quickly solidified under the transformation of the divine talisman, and divine radiance spread outward from the inside, surrounded by a dark and solemn divine might.

Qian Youcai looked at the awe-inspiring Maoshan Jian with envy, secretly regretting that he was too healthy and hadn't died of excitement on the spot.

He would rather be a god than a human!

Lin Yi saw Qian Youcai's expression and couldn't help but shake his head. This guy's time was almost up too; he only had a dozen or so hours left to live.

In the original drama, he helped Master Tan use magic to murder Zhang Dadan, but his junior brother Xu Zhenren thwarted his plan. Enraged, he fought Xu Zhenren and was burned to death by his own true fire.

Now that he has arrived, he naturally has no chance to fight his junior brother.

But his fate remains unchanged; unless this unforeseen variable helps him, he will still die at 10:30 tonight.

"Long Ci." Lin Yi's gaze fell on his only personal disciple.

"Disciple is here!" Long Ci straightened his back and said in a loud voice.

"In your previous life, you were the virtuous monk Master Longci, who passed away after sealing away five demons, and your merits were immeasurable."

"In this life, you are kind and benevolent by nature. As your master, I appoint you as the Judge of Rewards and Punishments, to judge the merits and demerits of the departed souls on my behalf."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he sent the Judge's Talisman into Long Ci's body.

After the Judge's Talisman entered his body, Long Ci clearly felt that his consciousness had been expanded several times over, and he could process dozens of different causal clues at the same time, which is an essential ability of a judge.

He already had some success in Tantric Buddhism, and now, with the blessing of the Judge's Talisman, his temperament became even more calm and reserved, with a subtle air of authority between his brows.

Mao Shanjian and the others looked at Long Ci with envy. This was a judge, a divine position second only to the King of the Underworld, wielding the power of judgment. Even the Dharma King and the Day Wanderer had to bow to him.

However, they were only envious, not jealous.

After all, Long Ci was the personal disciple of the King of the Underworld, so he was qualified.

Lin Yi looked around, and sighed inwardly. There were still too few capable people.

Of the four judges, only one judge, the Judge of Rewards Goodness, was available; the Judge of Punishing Evil, the Judge of Investigation, and the Judge of Registers were all vacant.

It would be ridiculous if, when we arrived in Hong Kong, we couldn't even establish a complete judicial system.

There's no other way but to use all the available people first.

With a thought, the mark of Hades between his brows lit up again, and two beams of blue light pierced through the Gates of Hell, striking Mahakala and the White Bone Bodhisattva.

The Great Black Heaven is the General of the Prison, responsible for guarding the City of the Wrongfully Dead and suppressing the violent souls that cause trouble within the city.

The White Bone Bodhisattva was appointed as the Commandant of Punishments, responsible for carrying out punishments issued by the judges.

Thump. Thump.

Just after sealing the two evil gods, two muffled thuds suddenly came from the entrance of the hall.

Wang Daniu and Ma Dayong knelt upright on the blue brick floor.

Although they had been driving all night, their eyes were surprisingly bright, and the fatigue on their faces had long been washed away by the consecration ceremony they had just witnessed.

"General, no, Lord Hades! We also want to continue serving you!"

Wang Daniu shouted at the top of his lungs, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, Lin Yi would forget about them.

Ma Dayong nodded vigorously beside him.

They are too eager to improve.

Just kidding, this is about becoming a god!

This impact is more powerful than any promotion or fortune.

If you don't seize this opportunity now, you'll miss your chance.

Lin Yi looked at the two guys with a half-smile.

"As you just saw, to become a ghost or god, you must first become a ghost. Have you thought it through?"

"We are not afraid!" the two said in unison, their expressions unusually firm.

Before this, they would definitely have been afraid of dying.

After all, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, and besides, Lin Yi paid them the highest salary in the whole regiment, so they lived a more comfortable life than anyone else.

But having just witnessed Maoshan Jian's deification after his death, the transformation from mortal to god, and the divine radiance emanating from his every move, instantly banished any fear of death from their hearts.

Hesitation is foolish.

"Very well, since you are so loyal, I will grant your wish. From now on, you two will be my ox-headed and horse-faced guardians."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, before the two could react, she raised her hand and struck out with her palm.

The palm strike instantly shattered their physical bodies, turning them into two clouds of blood mist.

Before Wang Daniu and Ma Dayong could feel any pain, their consciousness was detached from their bodies.

Their souls floated in mid-air, looking down at their two wisps of blood mist that had not yet landed, their expressions somewhat dazed.

Lin Yi didn't give them time to be confused.

He used Hades' secret techniques to reshape the souls of the two people along with the blood mist.

Under the pull of the power of the rules, the blood mist reformed, enveloping the soul within and beginning to undergo a fundamental change.

Wang Daniu's soul swelled and deformed in the blood mist, his bones lengthened, his muscles bulged, two thick bull horns grew on his head, and his face changed from a human shape to a bull's head.

Ma Dayong's soul also swelled and deformed, his face elongated, and black mist like a mane sprouted from his neck, transforming into a horse's head with distinct angles.

Two brand-new demonic bodies coalesced in the blood mist. Wang Daniu became a bull-headed demon with a human body and a steel fork, while Ma Dayong became a horse-headed demon with a human body and a soul-hooking lock.

"Thank you, King of the Underworld!" Ox-Head and Horse-Face knelt on one knee at the same time, their voices deep and resonant.

After the divine talisman entered their bodies, various abilities of soul-summoning and ghost-spirit-summoning automatically appeared in their minds—

Soul-Binding Lock, Soul-Chasing Fork, Gate of Hell Pass, Yin Wind Step...

These abilities are like instincts etched into the bones from birth; they don't need to be learned or practiced, the body just does them on its own.

After getting up, the two looked at each other and shook their heads. The weight of the ox horns and the feel of the horse mane made them feel both novel and unreal.

But they quickly mastered the method of transforming their ghostly bodies, and in a flash, they regained their former appearances—

His skin was much whiter than when he was alive, and there was a faint, eerie blue light deep in his pupils.

After bestowing titles upon all the spirits and deities, Lin Yi put away the Underworld King's mark and addressed the crowd:

"Everyone, we will be moving to Hong Kong Island soon."

Hong Kong Island is my territory. Everyone, go back and make your preparations.

No one objected.

Long Ci left the main hall first to inform the guard company to prepare for the relocation.

The guard company was composed of elite soldiers personally selected by Lin Yi from the Independent Regiment. They were all from poor local backgrounds and had no family business to rely on, so they had no worries about going to Hong Kong Island with Lin Yi.

Shoubo, with his back hunched, went to the dry well in the backyard. The dry well was a ghostly realm nourished by the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner, so dense with yin energy that it could drip water. Ordinary living people would have problems if they got close.

He wondered if he could move the entire ghost realm away, since he had gotten used to living there and was somewhat reluctant to leave.

Maoshan Jian then summoned his disciples, who joyfully carried his body to be buried.

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