Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

In the afternoon, they arrived at a small town called Longping Town.

This is a small town by the water, with a clear green river winding through the middle of the town. Weeping willows are planted on both banks of the river, and their reflections are on the clear water surface, like a freshly painted ink painting that has not yet dried.

Several small boats drifted slowly across the river. Women were washing vegetables at the bow, while old men at the stern chatted idly, smoking pipes.

Ren Tingting leaned out of the car window and exclaimed in delight, "So beautiful! Ayi, let's stay here for a day before we leave!"

Michelin also looked expectant.

Lin Yi nodded in agreement.

Few cars drive into the town, so when two cars appeared at the town entrance, they attracted a group of children who chased after them, and several elderly people stood by the roadside squinting at them.

Wang Daniu parked the car next to a teahouse, and Lin Yi led the group out of the car.

Although the Qiankun Ring has all kinds of food, since we're traveling, we definitely have to try the local specialties.

However, when they entered the teahouse, they found that the atmosphere inside was not right.

There were about ten people sitting in the teahouse, mostly women and elderly people. They all looked sad, and some of them had red eyes, obviously having just cried.

The teacups on the table were barely touched, clearly indicating that they weren't there to drink tea.

Among them, a young man with a crazed expression was gesticulating wildly and speaking loudly:

"It was all Liu Chengqian's doing! He went mad, locked the brothers in Xiancaotang, poured gasoline on them, and set them on fire, burning them all to death!"

A dozen or so lives were lost, all burned to the ground! If it weren't for Liu Cheng, none of you would have died. If you want to hate someone, hate Liu Cheng!

Wang Daniu glanced at the young man, his brows furrowing slightly.

He turned his head and lowered his voice to Lin Yi, saying, "Your Majesty, that person is suspicious. He carries a heavy aura of resentment, has more than one life on his hands, and has at least a dozen wronged souls on his back."

As the bull-headed one, he could naturally see through the resentment and karmic obstacles entangled in living people.

Ma Dayong, the horse-faced man, also stared coldly at the young man.

Such a sinful person will surely be sent to the eighteenth level of hell after death, where they will be subjected to tortures like being boiled in oil and subjected to knives.

Lin Yi nodded. He had already recognized the young man as Peng Si, the traitor in the movie "The Rhinoceros".

Peng Si is Liu Cheng's younger brother. He and Liu Cheng opened a shop called Xiancaotang together in the provincial capital.

Liu Cheng treated him well, regarding him as a brother, but Peng Si was addicted to gambling and owed a mountain of high-interest loans.

In order to pay off his debts, he came up with a crooked idea. He wrote letters to Liu Cheng's wife back in their hometown, pretending that the business had failed and he urgently needed money.

Liu Cheng's wife believed it to be true and sold all the valuables in the house over four years to fill Peng Si's bottomless pit.

Finally, Peng Si wrote another letter asking for a large sum of money. Liu Cheng's wife was penniless and had nowhere to turn, so she hanged herself.

Fearing exposure, Peng Si decided to go all the way and set fire to Xiancaotang to silence witnesses.

Liu Cheng happened to leave early that day and escaped unscathed.

Peng Si then bribed the police to pin the arson charge entirely on Liu Cheng, resulting in Liu Cheng being sentenced to beheading.

The protagonist, Liu Cheng, seems to have good medical skills, after all, he is someone who can make a name for himself in a place like the provincial capital, and he happens to be in need of a doctor.

In places like Hong Kong Island, private doctors are common among the upper class; they may not need them, but they cannot live without them.

And then there's Qin Bu, the seasoned executioner who beheaded ninety-nine people.

This seasoned executioner was feared by the living and even ghosts would avoid him.

The malevolent aura emanating from him was so strong that ordinary evil spirits dared not approach him.

It should be noted that the two most important field duties of the Black and White Impermanence are still vacant.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face are more focused on internal affairs, while Black and White Impermanence are the heads of the external ghost messengers, responsible for leading teams to carry out soul-collecting missions in the mortal realm.

Qin Bu, an executioner who had beheaded ninety-nine people, possessed a murderous aura more effective than most Taoist priests' protective spells.

The head is the most important of the six yang energies. The punishment of beheading is not only to take a person's life, but also to confront the last resentment and evil spirit of the deceased before death.

Each execution was carried out, and the resentful energy would impact the executioner's body and soul.

Many executioners had to retire after beheading thirty or forty people; they either went mad, got sick, or died suddenly.

Only those with special innate destinies, such as those with the Seven Killings, Grand Duke, or Greedy Wolf destinies, can withstand the erosion of this malevolent spirit and remain unscathed even after killing a hundred people.

Since Qin Bu was able to kill ninety-nine people and still survive, he must be someone with a special destiny.

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the teahouse.

A figure walked through the teahouse door and entered; it was Liu Cheng, who had followed Peng Si all the way here.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Peng Si spitting as he slandered him, pinning all the blame for arson on him. He was instantly enraged and rushed over, punching Peng Si in the face.

However, his fist passed right through Peng Si's head, as if hitting thin air, and did not cause Peng Si any harm.

Liu Cheng looked down at his fist, then at Peng Si, a look of disbelief on his face.

A vague realization dawned on him—he might already be dead.

Undeterred, he reached out to an elderly woman wiping away tears, intending to pat her on the shoulder and ask what was wrong.

However, his hand passed through the old lady's shoulder again. The old lady was completely unaware, and just wiped her eyes with her sleeve, muttering, "How could Liu Cheng do such a thing?"

Wang Daniu walked up to Liu Cheng and said in a deep voice, "Don't try anymore, you're already dead."

Liu Cheng turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the sound.

In his ghostly eyes, Wang Daniu was no longer an ordinary person in the eyes of others, but a bull-headed, human-bodied demon holding a steel fork.

The suffocating pressure caused Liu Cheng's ghostly body to tremble violently, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

"Are you Minotaur?" Liu Cheng's voice was filled with uncontrollable fear.

Then he saw Ma Dayong standing behind Wang Daniu—

With a horse's head and a human body, holding a soul-snatching lock, its large, bell-like eyes are calmly watching him.

"Horse-faced demon? Am I already dead?"

"You are dead." Ma Dayong's voice was a few decibels lower than Wang Daniu's, but it carried the same solemnity that ghosts and gods possessed.

"But as a being in the intermediate state, your attachments have not been eliminated, so you can stay in the mortal realm for forty-nine days."

Today is the forty-eighth day. Tomorrow you will be going to the underworld to report for duty.

Your case will be heard by a judge. Whether you are innocent or deserve punishment will be clearly recorded in the book of merits and demerits.

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by dead or alive?"

Peng Si watched as the two strangers spoke seriously to thin air, and his heart grew increasingly uneasy.

He had done something wrong, and what he feared most was supernatural and ghostly things.

The way Wang Daniu and Ma Dayong were talking to thin air sent a chill down his spine.

But he couldn't show weakness; the more insecure he felt, the more he had to put on airs.

"Shut up." Ma Dayong didn't even look at him, and slapped him across the face.

Peng Si was sent flying backward by the blow, a row of teeth flying out along with blood and saliva, clattering onto the blue brick floor of the teahouse.

His body slammed heavily against the wall, then slid down to the ground, half of his face swelling up at a visible speed.

Peng Si covered his face, making indistinct whimpering sounds.

He tried to get up, but his head was buzzing, as if a hundred bees were having a concert inside his brain.

The women and elderly people in the teahouse were stunned by this sudden scene.

For a moment, they all forgot to cry and stared at Peng Si on the ground and Ma Dayong standing in the center of the teahouse.

At this moment, Lin Yi walked over to Liu Cheng, raised his hand and pointed at Liu Cheng's ghostly body, and instantly his soul became solid.

It becomes an entity that can be seen and touched by living people.

The people in the teahouse were so frightened by this scene that they scattered and fled.

In no time, everyone in the teahouse had left, leaving only Lin Yi and his group, and Peng Si slumped in the corner.

Lin Yi pointed in Peng Si's direction: "Settle grudges and avenge wrongs. This Peng Si is the arsonist and murderer, and he's the one who framed you."