Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Although Hong Kong Island is nominally Ah Cha's territory, due to various historical reasons, its situation is far more complicated than that of any other jurisdiction on the mainland.

This place is under the jurisdiction of both the City God of Bao'an County and the divine authority of the Western King of the Underworld, but neither side pays much attention to this small area.

Therefore, Hong Kong Island is actually more like a no-man's-land.

The direct consequence of this lawlessness is that there are many ghosts and monsters; it's practically a paradise for evil spirits.

Not only local monsters and ghosts, but also those from the mainland, Britain, the small towns, Southeast Asia, and so on.

These demons and monsters from different systems, beliefs, and rules have all crammed into Hong Kong Island, a land of less than 60,000 square kilometers, forming an extremely complex and chaotic supernatural ecosystem.

Moreover, Hong Kong Island itself is particularly prone to giving rise to terrifying ghosts and monsters.

The fact that someone like Chu Renmei could transform into an extremely terrifying evil spirit immediately after death is something that only a very small number of cultivators in mainland China could achieve if they died unjustly.

The reason is simple: Hong Kong Island is backed by mountains and faces the sea, with high humidity and a heavy yin energy. Coupled with its dense population and numerous grievances, resentment accumulates much faster than on the mainland.

Uncle Nine and Shi Jian noticed the commotion caused by the aura of the underworld gods, which led to the wandering ghosts and spirits relocating their entire families.

Uncle Nine couldn't help but exclaim, "I've never seen so many ghosts, or so high-quality ones, in all my years of life."

Shi Jian sat beside him, holding a glass that had been soaked dry of its alcohol fumes, and snorted coldly:

"It's not just a lot. Just from that commotion just now, I sensed at least two red-clothed vengeful ghosts fleeing westward."

Inland, the simultaneous appearance of two red-clad vengeful ghosts would have caused a sensation. But here, they were merely wandering ghosts in the wilderness.

Uncle Nine nodded in deep agreement, suddenly realizing that his role as judge would likely be much busier than he had anticipated.

After the banquet, the gods returned to their respective places.

Ma Dayong volunteered to help Chu Renmei collect the body that had been dumped in the mass grave.

Chu Renmei's remains were wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave, without even a proper grave.

Ma Dayong naturally wouldn't let such an opportunity to perform slip by.

Chu Renmei followed behind Ma Dayong, her head bowed and eyes lowered like a newlywed bride.

No one could have imagined that she would be a terrifying evil spirit that slaughtered forty-four people and shrouded the entire Huangshan Village in a ghostly realm.

Meanwhile, Qiu Sheng, who was far away at JD.com, also ushered in the most important moment of his life.

After parting ways with Shi Shaojian, he brought the first half of the "Sunflower Manual" to Jinbocho.

Jimbocho is the largest Chinese community in Kyoto.

Although the war between China and Japan made life increasingly difficult for Chinese people in Japan, and many left because they could not bear the oppression and discrimination, there are still many Chinese people who have settled here and are reluctant to leave.

But as the saying goes, when fellow villagers meet, they might stab each other in the back.

Having never experienced the wickedness of human nature, Qiu Sheng's four hundred silver dollars were soon targeted by a middle-aged man who claimed to be from the same hometown.

The man took him around, offered him drinks and food, and spoke only heartwarming words of friendship, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Qiu Sheng had lived in Renjia Town for twenty years and had only ever met honest people like Uncle Jiu, who had a sharp tongue but a kind heart. He had never seen a smiling tiger with honeyed words and a dagger in his heart.

He was drunk and confused when the other party helped him into a dark alley. He was hit on the back of the head with a stick, and when he woke up, all the silver dollars on him had been stolen.

Penniless and friendless, Qiu Sheng couldn't even find a Japanese woman to father a child with, let alone any Chinese woman would even give him a second glance.

Qiu Sheng was also a ruthless man. He robbed several times with his skills and barely managed to make ends meet.

But he was just an ordinary person after all. After robbing a few times, he was almost caught by the patrol officers, which scared him so much that he never dared to do it again.

On the other hand, Shi Shaojian was much more decisive than him.

He found a remote family in the suburbs of Beijing. The family's only son had been sent to the Chinese battlefield as cannon fodder, leaving only an elderly couple at home.

Shi Shaojian broke in, killed the old couple, occupied their house, and tied up two widowed Japanese women living alone, locking them in the cellar. He then indulged in revelry day and night, planning to cultivate the "Sunflower Manual" after they became pregnant.

Japan's militarism led to the conscription of able-bodied men to fight, leaving many families like this—the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled—in the suburbs.

The place Shi Shaojian chose was so remote that even the postman rarely came here. As long as he didn't make too much noise, no one would find out.

After Qiu Sheng stopped his robbery business, things became difficult for him.

Finally, unable to bear the hardship of not knowing where his next meal would come from, Qiu Sheng turned his attention to the "Sunflower Manual".

He craved power, but couldn't bear to part with just a few ounces of flesh, so he decided to try cultivating without castrating himself first.

As the saying goes, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens." What if I succeed?

He sneaked into a long-abandoned house and began to recall the contents of the first volume he had memorized.

After a long while, he sat cross-legged on the dusty tatami mat, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate the "Sunflower Manual".

After all, he was a Taoist practitioner, so he could understand the easy-to-understand "Sunflower Manual" that the system rewarded him with.

The moment a surge of true energy was born from the dantian, a rush of heat surged up.

At first, it felt warm and cozy, like soaking in lukewarm water. He was secretly pleased with himself—it was nothing special after all. The idea that one must castrate oneself before practicing this skill was all a lie.

But in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, that warmth went out of control, turning into molten iron that surged and crashed through the meridians.

First, his lower abdomen felt like it was burning with a ball of coal. The fire didn't rise, but instead sank downwards, making his mouth dry and his vision blurry. White shadows began to flash before his eyes.

There's Xiaohong, Dong Xiaoyu, Xiaoli, and Amei...

They laughed in his ear, their breath tickling his neck, making it feel real.

He shook his head violently, the shadow shattered and then reformed, and they laughed even louder.

His eyes turned bloodshot, his whole body turned as red as a steamed shrimp, his steel gun was as hard as iron, and he had completely lost his mind.

Just then, a woman dressed in a black kimono slowly emerged from the shadows of the room.

Her face was as white as paper, but her lips were as red as blood, and her empty eyes were pitch black.

She was a bound spirit who had been entrenched in this dilapidated wooden house for many years.

Qiu Sheng was lucky; he chose this haunted house on his first try.

She was attracted by Qiu Sheng's yang energy and wanted to take the opportunity to absorb the yang energy of this living person.

But Qiu Sheng was now completely consumed by lust and had lost all reason.

As the female ghost floated over, the white shadow in front of him overlapped with the ghost's pale face.

He pounced on her like a starving beast, pinning the female ghost down and letting out incoherent roars.

He vaguely heard a woman's screams, then everything went black and he knew nothing more.

After an unknown amount of time, Akio woke up and found himself lying on a tatami mat.

He looked down at his body—his skin had become fair and delicate, and even the calluses on his arms from years of boxing practice had disappeared without a trace.

The dantian was no longer empty; instead, it was filled with an extremely powerful and strange true energy.

He tried raising his hand and striking forward with his palm.

A visible palm strike whistled out, shattering the screen in the room.

Half of them were charred black and emitted a pungent, nauseating odor;

The other half was covered with a thin layer of frost, chilling to the bone, and even the air condensed into white mist in that instant.

"Hahaha...hehe..." Qiu Sheng looked at his palm and laughed.

However, the laughter was extremely strange—

The first half is a loud, energetic male voice laughing, but the second half suddenly rises in pitch and turns into a high-pitched, effeminate female voice laughing.

It's like a parrot whose neck has been choked and suddenly released, or like the Tree Demon Granny from A Chinese Ghost Story.

But Qiu Sheng didn't find it strange at all; he even thought the voice was very pleasant to listen to—it had both a man's confidence and a woman's gentleness.

He stood up, brushed the wood chips off his clothes, looked around, and his eyes gleamed with an indescribable, eerie light.

"Was that a female ghost just now? So this is the true cultivation method of the Sunflower Manual—"

Using yang to guide yin, and using yin to supplement yang, yin and yang complementing each other, only then can great success be achieved.

His voice switched back and forth between male and female, as if two people were speaking with the same mouth, yet he spoke so naturally, as if it were his true voice.

"Hmph, Lin Fengjiao, you think you can get rid of me by destroying my Dao foundation? Just you wait, I will definitely come back for you!"

His face looked particularly eerie in the moonlight—half of his face still looked like Qiu Sheng's original face, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and distinct features;

The other half of his face had softened considerably at some point, with his eyebrows slightly raised and a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth, making him somewhat resemble the black-kimonoed female ghost he had devoured.

Two completely different expressions appearing on the same face at the same time is enough to send chills down your spine.

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