Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

When Zhao Li arrived outside Liu's residence, the dark clouds had not yet dispersed.

An urgent report just arrived from the City God, saying that a ghost king has been born in Longping Town. He happened to be handling a case of possession by a vengeful ghost nearby, so he rushed over as soon as he received the news.

The gate to the Liu residence was ajar, and a faint, almost imperceptible aura of bloodlust emanated from the crack, carrying a chilling, pungent scent.

Zhao Li stood at the door, adjusted his sunglasses, and glanced at the three women standing outside.

They were very beautiful and well-dressed; they must be the wife and maid of a wealthy family, along with a little girl of about seven or eight years old.

They were all living people; there was no ghostly aura or signs of them being corrupted by evil energy.

He withdrew his gaze, coldly raised his foot, and delivered a fierce flying kick to the door.

However, the door did not open as expected. Instead, he kicked it straight through, and half of his calf got stuck in the hole in the wood. He couldn't move forward or backward and was in an extremely awkward position.

"Pfft—"

Nianying tugged at Michelle's sleeve, pointed at Zhao Li who had failed at being cool, and laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Sis, this guy is hilarious! He kicked the door and got himself stuck!"

Michelin, however, did not smile.

She gently patted Nianying's hand, pulled her behind her, and whispered, "Be careful, this person is not simple."

She came from Maoshan. Although she was not good at Taoist magic, she still had good eyesight.

The man in the leather jacket was surrounded by an aura of the underworld so strong it was almost overflowing; he must also be from the underworld.

In the Liu family compound, everyone's eyes were fixed on the uninvited guest stuck in the door panel.

Zhao Li awkwardly pulled his leg out of the door panel, patted the sawdust off his pants, and looked up to speak, when he saw the scene inside.

The ox-headed and horse-faced creatures were looking at him with the eyes of someone eyeing a thief.

A black-robed figure wearing a "Peace Under Heaven" hat stood behind him, with a headless corpse holding a ghost-head knife.

A vengeful ghost in red and a girl exuding malevolent energy stood in the corner, scrutinizing him with strange eyes.

Standing in the center position was a young man who looked quite ordinary.

Zhao Li's heart skipped a beat.

I didn't see the Ghost King I expected, but I did see a whole bunch of underworld ghosts and gods.

Especially the one in the middle now, he had seen his photo, and it was none other than Lin Yi, the newly promoted Hades King, whom Acha had repeatedly warned not to get close to.

"What a tragedy!"

Zhao Li cursed the City God who had delivered the message in his heart.

Is this what they call the rebirth of a demon king? Is this what they call an emergency? Aren't they pushing me into a fire pit?!

He didn't care much about the others, but this Hades was a ruthless character.

He slaughtered more than 80,000 people overnight, and all he could do was pray that people were in a good mood or that they wouldn't make things difficult for him out of consideration for Acha.

He inwardly groaned, but forced a genuinely sincere smile and said awkwardly:

"Um, if I said I went to the wrong place, would you believe me?"

Lin Yi's lips curled into a half-smile as she slowly took half a step forward, her gentle voice clearly reaching Zhao Li's ears: "It seems you recognized me a long time ago, Zhao Li."

"Oh my god, he actually knows me."

When Zhao Li heard Lin Yi call his name, he shuddered, his smile froze for a moment, and then quickly returned to its original expression.

Seeing that he couldn't fool him, he took off his sunglasses, revealing a sharply defined face and a pair of eyes with a hint of roguishness, and gave Lin Yi a standard underworld messenger salute:

"Zhao Li, a ghost messenger under King Acha of the Underworld, greets King Lin of the Underworld."

Lin Yi waved his hand, telling him to rise, and looked him up and down, sizing up this most capable ghost messenger under Acha.

Leather jacket, revolver, sunglasses—this outfit is completely out of place for his identity as a ghost messenger; he looks more like a cowboy straight out of a Hollywood Western.

"Zhao Li, I've heard of you."

Lin Yi raised her hand, gesturing for him to stand up, her tone carrying a genuine appreciation, "You're quite capable; it's a waste of your talent to be a mere ghost messenger."

"Why don't you come to me? I'll give you a position as a judge, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Li froze on the spot, his mind racing with thoughts:

You want me to switch jobs? That crazy woman, Acha, would probably tear my soul apart!

He hurriedly shook his head vigorously, his head bobbing like a rattle drum, repeatedly waving his hands in refusal:

"Thank you for your kindness, Hades. I am doing well under my lord, Acha, and do not wish to leave for the time being."

Lin Yi looked at his expression, as if he were afraid of being taken away, and couldn't help but chuckle: "You're quite loyal. But don't be so quick to refuse—"

"Lin Yi, don't push your luck."

Before Lin Yi could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a cold voice.

A gate to hell appeared, and a figure walked out from it.

It is Hades Acha!

Acha was wearing a dark red floor-length dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and she wasn't wearing a mask, revealing a cold and beautiful face.

Acha looked coldly at Lin Yi: "Zhao Li is a formal ghost messenger under my command. Your blatant poaching of people shows a complete disregard for me."

Lin Yi's eyes lit up. This time, Acha wasn't wearing a mask, and she was even wearing a queen-like version of Acha, with long legs that were just as stunning as Madonna's.

Acha noticed his gaze and glared at him fiercely: "Hey, where are you looking?"

If she could beat him, she would definitely teach this scoundrel a lesson.

And he actually wanted to poach Zhao Li. She didn't care about others, but she couldn't do it about Zhao Li!

"cough……"

Lin Yi coughed awkwardly, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere when Acha had already opened the gates of hell, grabbed Zhao Li's arm and left.

Lin Yi looked in the direction where Acha disappeared, somewhat helplessly: "I don't eat people, why did you run so fast?"

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze. He had originally planned to use the opportunity of chatting with Acha to get closer to her and make it easier to get involved in the plot related to Soul Ferry in the future. Who would have thought that the other party would have such a fiery temper?

However, Lin Yi was not too upset. There would be plenty of time and opportunities in the future.

He temporarily put Acha's matter aside and turned to Qin Bu: "Go and set up the Black Impermanence team. We know a lot of people in the Nine Paths of the Unorthodox Sects. Recruit suitable people; don't limit yourself to the executioner lineage."

First, recruit all the people under your command, and allocate them to one-tenth of the available positions. The number of people in Hong Kong is limited; we can't afford to support too many idle people.

"Understood, subordinate." Qin Bu bowed to Lin Yi and turned to leave the Liu residence.

Lin Yi then said to Liu Cheng, "Go and bury your wife first."

Liu Cheng nodded and walked into the house.

After Qin Bu and Liu Cheng left, Ren Tingting walked from the corner of the courtyard to Lin Yi.

Her face was a little pale, an instinctive physiological reaction after being suppressed by a powerful aura.

"Ayi, that woman was so imposing, it almost made my heart stop beating."

Lin Yi smiled and put his arm around her shoulder: "That person's strength is among the best in the entire Underworld."

"But you're not bad either. Your Ying Gou bloodline has only recently awakened; you'll reach similar heights in the future."

Ren Tingting leaned against him in silence for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly:

"I've spent over three hundred years in my dreams with you, and it's almost worn down my spirit. I need to pull myself together again."

"Ayi, I want to go out and gain some experience. It's hard to truly grow by staying by your side."

Acha really provoked Ren Tingting. She was originally a strong-willed person, and now that she had the bloodline of Ying Gou, she was no longer willing to settle for mediocrity.

Lin Yi looked down into her eyes. "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes." Ren Tingting nodded, her gaze firm. "I don't want to just stand behind you in the future, a little woman being protected by you."

I want to one day stand beside you, instead of hiding behind you.

Lin Yi looked into her eyes and couldn't help but smile.

His smile contained satisfaction, appreciation, and a hint of pride that even he himself was unaware of.

"Where are you going?" Lin Yi asked.

Ren Tingting thought for a moment and said, "I can absorb baleful energy to increase my strength. I want to go to various battlefields. There is no place with stronger baleful energy than the battlefield."

"Okay, in that case..."

Lin Yi raised her hand, and a divine talisman of the Lord of Samsara Palace lit up at her fingertips. She then cast the talisman into Ren Tingting's brow.

"I hereby appoint you as the Lord of the Samsara Palace. If you encounter danger outside, retreat to the Lesser Underworld immediately, and never act recklessly."

Ren Tingting felt the warm energy emanating from the talisman between her brows, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly: "Don't worry, I haven't given birth to your child yet, I value my life very much."

"Uh..." Lin Yi was stunned for a moment.

He meant that given their current situation, it might be difficult for them to have children.

But seeing the longing look on her face, he swallowed his words and simply kissed her forehead lightly.

Ren Tingting stepped out of his arms, glanced around at Michelin and Qingqing in the yard, and finally her gaze settled on Qingqing.

Qingqing's eyes were already red, and she was reluctant to see her leave: "Sister Tingting, can you not go?"

"Qingqing," Ren Tingting said, holding her hand, her voice gentle yet firm, "I'm different from you. I have my own path to walk."

"But it's dangerous outside..." Qingqing bit her lip, turned to look at Lin Yi, her eyes filled with a pleading look.

She was truly reluctant to let Ren Tingting go—the two had been inseparable during this time, and their relationship was even deeper than that of sisters.

Lin Yi patted Qingqing on the shoulder: "Don't worry, this world war will be over in four or five years at most. Tingting will be back then."

"Four or five years..." Qingqing lowered her head, remained silent for a while, and then loosened Ren Tingting's sleeve.

"Tingting, when are you leaving?" Michelle walked up and took Ren Tingting's hand.

"Let's go now." Ren Tingting squeezed her hand back, her tone calm and resolute.

She's the kind of person who never hesitates once she's made a decision; once she's decided to leave, she won't stay another night.

"Be careful when you're out and about," Michelle whispered, her eyes slightly red.

Although she and Ren Tingting hadn't known each other for very long, they were both Lin Yi's women and got along better than sisters.

Now that one of them is suddenly leaving, it's hard not to feel a little empty inside.

"Okay, I'll be careful, Sister Lian." Ren Tingting hugged Michelle.