Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Lingzhi and Qin Bu both looked at Liu Cheng with disbelief.

Lingzhi knew her father was dead and could only see him within the range of light from candles containing rhinoceros horn, but now she could see him even without lighting candles.

Qin Bu found it even harder to understand, as he had the ability to see ghosts since childhood.

Liu Cheng's ghost was someone he had specially released to fulfill his wish. Tomorrow would be the forty-ninth day, so he came to check on it.

But he never expected that in just over a month, Liu Cheng would turn into a vengeful ghost in red.

No, he's not an ordinary red-clothed vengeful ghost; he's protected by the rules of the underworld!

Liu Cheng has actually obtained a position in the underworld, which is even better than what I, a part-time spirit medium, have achieved!

This must have been incredibly awkward for Qin Bu, a temporary worker.

Walking the spirits is a part-time job in the underworld, where living people assist ghost messengers in guiding the spirits of the dead. Later generations of Luang Phor worked as a walking the spirits.

Liu Cheng, however, was somewhat wary of Qin Bu's murderous aura and pulled his daughter back several steps.

In particular, the ghost-headed dagger at his waist made him feel a strong stinging sensation all over his body, as if he were being pricked by needles.

Just then, Lin Yi and the others walked in from outside the courtyard.

Qin Bu's gaze unconsciously swept over, passing over Lin Yi—and then he saw Wang Daniu and Ma Dayong behind Lin Yi.

Qin Bu's pupils contracted instantly.

In his eyes, Wang Daniu and Ma Dayong were no longer two ordinary people dressed in cloth—but rather demonic figures with bull heads and human bodies, and horse heads and human bodies.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face!

The righteous gods of the underworld who collect souls!!

Given his status as a spirit medium, Ox-Head and Horse-Face were the superiors of his superiors.

Normally he wouldn't even have the right to meet them. Could it be that Liu Cheng has managed to climb the social ladder by marrying one of these two?

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Bu strode forward and bowed deeply to Wang Daniu and Ma Dayong:

"Qin Bu, the wanderer of the underworld, has met Lord Niu and Lord Ma."

After bowing, he straightened up and his gaze fell on Lin Yi, who was standing in front of Wang Daniu and Ma Dayong.

This young man looked unremarkable, but two powerful deities, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, stood behind him. His identity was definitely not simple.

Qin Bu dared not be impolite and bowed again, saying, "Qin Bu greets this gentleman."

"This is His Majesty Hades," Ma Dayong reminded him in a low voice.

"What?"

Qin Bu's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Qin Bu, the spirit medium, pays his respects to His Majesty the King of the Underworld!"

"You're quite quick-witted." Lin Yi glanced at him with a smile, her gaze lingering for a moment on the ghost-head saber at his waist.

This guy is indeed a special destiny—White Tiger in Official Position, with Seven Killings in his destiny, a born executioner and executioner.

Lin Yi had seen the movie and knew that although this person was of low rank, he had a sense of justice and was a good person.

"Get up. You're here to see Liu Cheng, right? He's mine now, so you don't need to worry about him."

"I understand." Qin Bu nodded quickly, got up from the ground, and respectfully stepped aside.

Looking at the familiar ghostly aura emanating from Qin Bu, Lin Yi casually asked, "You're Acha's subordinate, aren't you?"

"Temporary, I can't really be considered His Majesty's subordinate," Qin Bu replied awkwardly.

He's just a temporary worker without even a permanent position; how could he possibly be qualified to be Hades's subordinate?

"Have you cultivated before?" Lin Yi asked again.

He could sense a kind of energy within Qin Bu's body that was similar to, but not exactly the same as, the evil energy, slowly circulating.

"Your Majesty, I belong to the executioner lineage of the Nine Unorthodox Paths, which is not respectable," Qin Bu answered honestly.

Executioners, coroners, corpse retrievers, corpse sewing masters, ghost opera troupes, paper doll makers, and spirit mediums—these ancient professions are known as the Nine Unorthodox Paths, which are extraordinary traditions outside of orthodox Buddhism and Taoism.

They lacked the powerful backing of Buddhism and Taoism, and their lineage was incomplete, so they were excluded from the orthodox tradition and were called the lowest of the low.

With the progress of the times, these ancient professions have gradually declined, and there are very few outstanding individuals left.

Lin Yi mentally reviewed the information about the nine unorthodox sects from Uncle Jiu's memories.

Based on Uncle Nine's experience, Qin Bu should have reached the pinnacle of the executioner lineage.

The murderous aura within him had become extremely dense. If he took another step forward, he would either seal his sword and go into seclusion, exhausting all his murderous aura and becoming an ordinary person.

Either sever the hundredth head, unleash a murderous aura that fills the soul, and transform into a demon king who roams between Yin and Yang.

Lin Yi looked at him and said bluntly, "I wish to recruit you as Black Impermanence. Are you willing?"

Qin Bu was suddenly jolted, as if struck by lightning, and stood frozen on the spot.

Black Impermanence—the top-ranking ghost general of the underworld, in charge of thousands of underworld officials, suppressing evil spirits and collecting souls, is the highest divine position that all unorthodox cultivators dream of.

He, a ghost walker who had worked as a temporary worker for ten years and had never even achieved a formal rank, was actually granted the title of Black Impermanence by the King of the Underworld himself.

Qin Bu had chopped off ninety-nine heads in his life, and his hand had never trembled before, but at this moment his lips were trembling: "This humble servant is willing! Thank you for your appreciation, Your Majesty the King of the Underworld!"

He knelt down again with a thud and kowtowed three times, his forehead hitting the blue brick floor with each thud.

"Get up. I hope you can do your best to cleanse the world of evil spirits and wickedness." Lin Yi waved his hand.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will certainly live up to your expectations."

Qin Bu stood up, his excitement gradually subsiding, replaced by a calm and resolute expression.

He turned around, clasped his hands in a respectful bow to Michelin and the others, and said, "Please excuse us, esteemed guests."

Lin Yi's expression hardened; he had seen through Qin Bu's thoughts.

He's going to use his own head to achieve the Hundred Cuts, transforming the overwhelming murderous aura from his self-severed head into the strongest forbidden ghost king!

Michelle glanced at Lin Yi, and seeing him nod, she led Nian Ying, A Mei, and Xiao Lingzhi out of the courtyard.

Lin Yi asked Ren Tingting and Qingqing to stay, since they were already zombies and experiencing this kind of scene would be good for their growth.

Qin Bu then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Liu Cheng and asked, "Brother Liu, do you have any strong liquor at home?"

"Yes, there is a jar of five-year-old aged liquor stored in the backyard."

Liu Cheng hurriedly went into the inner room, and soon returned carrying a rough pottery wine jar.

The jar was sealed with mud, and when it was opened, a strong aroma of wine filled the courtyard.

Qin Bu poured the entire jar of strong liquor onto the blade.

The ghost-head saber, infused with strong liquor, emitted a layer of scarlet killing intent.

"What a fine knife!" Wang Daniu exclaimed. "A true treasure for killing!"

"Master Niu," Qin Bu stroked the blade, his tone tinged with pride, "this blade was forged from extraterrestrial cold iron and has been passed down for a thousand years. It has beheaded over ten thousand people to achieve its current imposing presence."

After he finished speaking, his hand holding the knife steadied, and his eyes became as cold and sharp as a blade.

"Drink it!"

He gripped the hilt with both hands, swung the demon-head sword high, the blade drawing a bloody arc in the air, and then slashed the blade down towards the back of his neck.

Click!

Qin Bu's head rolled off his neck.

But what gushed out from the severed neck was not blood, but a thick, almost liquid, bloodthirsty aura.

The bloodthirsty aura surged into the sky, enveloping the entire Liu residence in a crimson mist.

Qin Bu's headless corpse still stood there, gripping the ghost-headed knife, motionless, as if it had transformed into a headless humanoid statue.

But everyone could see the eerie aura surging around the corpse, an aura more than ten times stronger than Liu Cheng's resentment.

The sky darkened rapidly.

Dark clouds surged in from all directions, blocking out the sunlight, and the entire Osmanthus Lane was shrouded in a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

A chilling wind swept through the air above the Liu residence, and countless blurry ghostly faces appeared and disappeared in the blood mist, emitting low, mournful cries.

This is a sign of the great demon's birth, a celestial phenomenon that occurred when the forbidden demon king was born.

Ren Tingting stood behind Lin Yi, staring at the bloody aura gushing from Qin Bu's severed neck, and unconsciously swallowed.

That bloodthirsty aura was a great tonic for her.

If Qin Bu hadn't been Lin Yi's newly recruited subordinate, she would have pounced on him and devoured him long ago.

As the saying goes, one thing subdues another. The Forbidden Ghost King is an extremely terrifying thing to other people and even many ghosts and gods, just like the evil Asura in legends.

But for the Ying Gou zombie, it was a delicious meal.

Amidst bizarre celestial phenomena, Qin Bu completed his final transformation.

The head that rolled off the ground quickly turned to ashes under the corrosive influence of the bloodthirsty aura, while his headless corpse still gripped the ghost-headed knife, the bloodthirsty aura around him growing thicker and heavier.

Qin Bu's blood-red eyes swept over everyone present.

Upon seeing Ren Tingting, his ghostly form couldn't help but shudder.

He sensed from her a sense of crisis, as if she were being targeted by predators.

The feeling was like a rabbit being spotted by an eagle circling overhead, an instinctive fear welling up from the depths of its soul.

Then there's Qingqing, that seemingly harmless girl. Her petite body seems to contain a flame that can devour everything, giving Qin Bu an urge to turn around and run away.

He suddenly felt that among the people present, only the seemingly harmless Hades and Liu Cheng, who had just been quite frightened by him, made him feel a little more at ease.

Qin Bu knelt on one knee, and the headless corpse also knelt on one knee at the same time, their movements perfectly synchronized, like mirror images.

"Your subordinate Qin Bu greets His Majesty the King of the Underworld."

"Two beings as one? Interesting."

Lin Yi looked at him with great interest and immediately saw through his current state.

His original corpse and the Ghost Head Blade had become part of his body, similar to a clone or a natal magic weapon.

Ordinary Taoist techniques are basically ineffective against it, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

Lin Yi was very satisfied with Qin Bu. He originally just wanted to find someone with a strong destiny to be the Black Impermanence, but he didn't expect this guy to bring such a pleasant surprise.

He implanted the Black Impermanence talisman into Qin Bu's body.

The moment the talisman entered his soul, Qin Bu's ghostly body began to undergo a dramatic transformation—

A moment later, the transformation was complete. Qin Bu was dressed in a black robe, wearing a hat symbolizing peace and prosperity, holding a soul-catching chain and a palm-leaf fan, and surrounded by the unique underworld divine power of the Black Impermanence.

The headless corpse still followed behind him, gripping the ghost-headed knife, like a statue.

At the same time, a ghost messenger who sensed the emergence of a great omen was also rushing over here.

These are not ordinary ghost messengers under the City God. They can only deal with wandering ghosts in the streets and alleys and ordinary wronged souls. When a ghost king is born like this, they can only report it to higher authorities.

The newcomer was none other than Zhao Li, Acha's trusted ghost messenger. He was dressed in a leather jacket and carried a revolver, and his attire was extremely similar to that of Yan Shuangying, the half-human, half-ghost who was active in the desert.