Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Liu Cheng's eyes were bloodshot as he walked straight toward Peng Si, who was huddled in the corner.

"Brother Cheng, spare me! I was wrong! Ah—"

Peng Si's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end with a piercing scream.

Liu Cheng's right hand pierced straight into Peng Si's chest cavity.

Peng Si's body convulsed violently, then froze.

When Liu Cheng pulled his hand out of his chest cavity, he was clutching a still-beating heart.

Peng Si's eyes were still open, and his lips were still moving slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but only a few indistinct gurgling sounds came from his throat.

Then he stopped moving.

Liu Cheng looked down at the beating heart in his palm, his voice dry and hoarse, as if he were rubbing sandpaper:

"Good people don't get rewarded! I treated you like a brother, yet you burned all our brothers to death and framed me for beheading... Good people don't get rewarded! Why is the world so unjust!"

He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps questioning his own heart.

Then he opened his mouth, stuffed the still-beating heart into it, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

His enemy's heart's blood exploded within him like a scalding hot current.

His originally solidified ghost body began to undergo visible changes—blood spots started to seep out from his chest.

The bloodstains spread outwards at an alarming speed, like eerie red flowers blooming on a plain suit.

In no time, his clothes were stained a deep, almost blackish, blood red.

The suit transformed into a red dress, and resentment solidified into reality.

Liu Cheng stood beside Peng Si's corpse, surrounded by an astonishing aura of ferocity and ominousness.

His eyes turned even bloodshot, a thick venomous resentment churning deep within his pupils, the murderous intent and hatred in his heart madly devouring his reason.

"Moo—Liu Cheng, wake up now!"

Wang Daniu let out a moo, a deep and resonant sound with a unique awe-inspiring power that pierced through Liu Cheng's ghostly body, causing the resentment around him to stagnate.

The bloodshot in Liu Cheng's eyes suddenly faded a bit, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water from head to toe. He froze on the spot, and a rational bewilderment and fear reappeared on his face.

Then he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

A dark silver light flashed in the eyes of the seemingly harmless girl standing behind Lin Yi, a light that startled him.

The next second, a dark silver flame silently ignited on Peng Si's corpse.

The flames made Liu Cheng feel a deadly threat.

He could sense that if those dark silver flames burned him, even though he was now a vengeful ghost in red, he would not be able to survive for even a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Peng Si's body vanished completely.

Liu Cheng stood there, stunned. He looked at Qingqing's seemingly harmless appearance, and beside her stood Ren Tingting, whose murderous aura was subtly concealed, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons, and the unfathomable Lin Yi...

The others, carrying a chilling aura of thunder (from the thunder talismans made by Lin Yihui)...

He then realized that, in front of this group of people, he, the red-clad vengeful ghost, was probably the least impressive one.

Liu Cheng's throat bobbed, then he walked up to Lin Yi, knelt down, and kowtowed three times.

"My benefactor."

Lin Yi lowered her head to look at him, her tone gentler than before:

"Your lifespan is still seventy-five years. Even if you go to the underworld, you can only stay in the City of the Wrongfully Dead."

"Your medical skills are quite good. How about you come and work for me as my private physician for now?"

Liu Cheng nodded almost without hesitation: "I am willing."

But then he remembered that he still had someone to care about: his seriously ill wife and his young daughter.

"Could you please bring my wife and children along?"

Lin Yi sighed softly, her gaze towards Liu Cheng filled with pity:

"Your wife hanged herself long ago. What you've been seeing all this time is her ghost."

He paused, giving Liu Cheng time to process what he had just said, before continuing, "She returned to the underworld last night."

"Dead...dead..." Liu Cheng froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

His lips trembled violently, and his blood-red eyes churned with an even stronger resentment than before. His red robes fluttered slightly under the surge of resentment, their crimson color deepening.

If it weren't for the powerful figures around him keeping him in check, he probably would have lost control again.

Lin Yi shook her head and continued:

"You are also responsible for your wife's death. For the sake of your so-called business, you didn't go home for four whole years, which gave that scoundrel Peng Si an opportunity to take advantage of you."

However, you can bring your daughter with you; she can't survive here alone.

But humans and ghosts are ultimately different, and ghosts and living people should not have too much contact. To prevent her from being influenced by you, her ghost father, I will grant you the identity of a ghost doctor.

After speaking, he unleashed a beam of blue light, which immediately dispelled the ominous and resentful aura emanating from Liu Cheng. His emotions also became clear, and he was no longer controlled by the malevolent and resentful energy, thus avoiding losing his rationality.

If it weren't for that red suit that symbolized a vengeful ghost, no one would have guessed that he was a vengeful ghost.

Seeing that Liu Cheng was still standing there in a daze, Wang Daniu gently kicked him with his foot.

"You brat, why aren't you thanking His Majesty the King of the Underworld?"

Although the Ghost Doctor is not a formal religious office, but only a civil servant, it is an incredible opportunity for a ghost who has been dead for less than two months.

Don't you see how many masters who slay demons and monsters can't even get a government official position and can only get a temporary worker status through connections?

"Thank you, King of the Underworld." Liu Cheng quickly kowtowed several more times, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Get up." Lin Yi glanced at the empty teahouse and shook her head helplessly. "Looks like we won't be able to have this meal. Liu Cheng, lead the way, I'll go take a look at your old family home."

Osmanthus Lane is located at the western end of Longping Town, with its winding bluestone path leading to a century-old osmanthus tree.

The reason why Osmanthus Lane is called Osmanthus Lane is because of this tree.

Every August, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms fills the entire alley.

But it's not flowering season yet; the trees are covered in lush green leaves, casting a dense shade in the afternoon sun.

Deep in the alley was a somewhat dilapidated mansion with a faded plaque hanging above the door that read "Liu Mansion".

The old house's wooden door was ajar, and a faint, musty smell of herbs wafted from the cracks.

Liu Cheng greeted Lin Yi, pushed open the half-closed door, and rushed inside.

He ran inside while shouting at the top of his lungs, "Lingzhi! Lingzhi!"

The curtain to the main room was lifted.

A disheveled little girl, about seven or eight years old, came out from inside.

Behind her followed a tall, middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth jacket and a ghost-head knife hanging at his waist.

It was Liu Cheng's daughter, Lingzhi, and the executioner Qin Bu who had come looking for them.