Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Lin Bei stood outside the storage room, peering through the crack in the door at the scene before his face darkened. Just as the two were about to go inside, Xu Feng, who was in the main room, also arrived.

"Hmph, courting death!" Xu the Philanthropist sneered and walked in lightly.

Lin Bei and his companion exchanged a glance, then followed him inside.

The tunnel wasn't long; after walking a dozen steps, it came to an end, where there was a small, dark room with talismans pasted all over the walls.

There were more than a dozen wine jars on the ground, each with a talisman on it, and the talisman was drawn with patterns for suppressing the soul.

The man in gray squatted among the wine jars, rummaging through them, muttering, "Where...where..."

He rummaged through them for a while, then his eyes lit up. He picked up a wine jar from the corner; the talisman on the jar was a darker color than the others.

The man in gray clutched the wine jar tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Xiao Cui, it's you... I've found you..."

He had just stood up, clutching the wine jar, when a sinister laugh suddenly came from behind him.

"Wang Hu, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The man in gray shuddered and turned around abruptly.

At the entrance to the dark room, Xu Feng stood there, holding the small black flag in his hand. The kind smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a sinister and ferocious expression.

"You..." Wang Hu took a step back, clutching the wine jar tightly to his chest. "How did you find out about me?"

"You've been following me for so many days, do you really think I didn't know?"

Xu Feng brandished the Yin Wind Flag in his hand, its surface swirling with black energy. "I simply didn't want to alert you. With your meager skills, you're not even at the early stage of a Taoist priest, yet you dare to plot against me?"

Wang Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, "Xu Feng! You beast in human skin! How many innocent lives have you taken? What did Xiao Cui do wrong? Why did you kill her?"

"Why?" Xu Feng sneered, slowly strode forward, a sickly smile on his face: "Because she is the woman I have taken a liking to. If she doesn't submit to me, then she can only die."

"Isn't it only natural that I kill them when I'm tired of them, then keep their souls in a jar and enjoy them slowly?"

"You beast!"

"Go to hell!"

Wang Hu roared and lunged at Xu Feng, striking out with a palm that emitted a thin layer of black energy.

Xu Feng neither dodged nor evaded. He waved the Yin Wind Flag in his hand, and a stream of Yin energy shot out from the flag, knocking Wang Hu to the ground with a bang.

Wang Hu fell to the ground, the wine jar slipped from his hand, rolled twice on the ground, and the talisman on the jar was cracked.

A dense aura of yin energy surged out from the crack, condensing into a blurry humanoid phantom in the dark room.

The spirit of a young woman, with long, flowing hair and a pretty face, but with bloodshot eyes and a churning aura of resentment, had clearly transformed into a vengeful ghost.

"Xiao Cui!" Wang Hu struggled to his feet, reaching out to the spirit, his voice choked with emotion, "It's me...it's Hu Zi...do you recognize me?"

The female ghost's soul trembled violently, a trace of confusion flashing in her bloodshot eyes. After a moment, a gentle look appeared in her eyes as she looked at Wang Hu.

"Hmph, you dare to dream of escaping my control?"

"Since your love is so deep, then I will grant you a reunion!"

The next instant, Xu Feng shook the Yin Wind Flag in his hand, and a black aura surged from the flag, enveloping the female ghost's entire body.

The female ghost let out a piercing scream, the gentleness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a frenzied killing intent.

She opened her mouth and exhaled a thick cloud of yin energy, then lunged at Wang Hu.

"No!" Wang Hu desperately dodged, but he couldn't bear to attack his wife's spirit, so he could only roll on the ground in a sorry state to avoid it.

"Look at yourself now, Wang Hu, is it worth it for a woman?"

Xu Feng laughed loudly and activated the Yin Wind Flag. The other dozen or so wine jars in the dark room also shook violently. The seals were torn apart, and more than a dozen fierce ghosts broke out of the jars and circled wildly in the dark room, emitting piercing screams.

Most of the vengeful ghosts were in the form of young women, their bodies shrouded in intense resentment and malevolence, and under the control of the Yin Wind Flag, they all pounced on Wang Hu at the same time.

Wang Hu fought back with all his might. His meager cultivation was insignificant; he relied entirely on brute strength and a reckless, suicidal spirit to hold on.

He knocked down two vengeful ghosts, but a third one grabbed him hard from behind, tearing his skin open and leaving him covered in blood.

Immediately afterwards, his wife's spirit rushed up, her ghostly claws aimed straight for his throat.

Looking into his wife's bloodshot eyes, Wang Hu trembled all over and abruptly withdrew his hands, which were about to be used to block, allowing the claw to grab his chest.

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere. Five deep gashes, revealing bone, were torn open on Wang Hu's chest. He flew backward and crashed heavily against the wall of the dark room.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, slumped to the ground, and looked at his wife's bloodshot eyes, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Xiao Cui...it's my fault...I couldn't save you..."

Just then, the female ghost's soul trembled violently, and two lines of blood tears suddenly welled up in her blood-red eyes. The resentment on her body fluctuated violently at this moment. She opened her mouth and let out a whimper, and her ghostly claws stopped in mid-air and could not fall down no matter what.

"Xiao Cui?" Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, then struggled to get up.

Xu Feng's face darkened, and he vigorously shook the Yin Wind Flag: "Kill this piece of trash for me!"

Xiao Cui's soul trembled violently, the blood in her eyes sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and her two ghostly claws trembled in front of her, clearly desperately resisting the control of the Yin Wind Flag.

"Huh?" Lin Bei's voice suddenly rang out from the entrance of the secret room. "Interesting. Love can actually resist the control of magical artifacts?"

Xu Feng suddenly turned his head, his pupils shrinking.

At the entrance to the dark room, two young men walked in unhurriedly.

The one in front was dressed in a dark robe with a cynical smile on his face, and the one following behind also had a carefree and irresponsible look.

"Who are you people?" Xu Feng asked in a cold voice.

"How dare you trespass into my Xu residence!"

"Heh, we are disciples of Maoshan!" Lin Bei walked to the center of the dark room, glanced at the fierce ghosts filling the room and the talisman array in the corner, and then looked at Wang Hu, who was lying on the ground, and the female ghost who was still trembling. The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Xu Feng, you are a mid-stage Taoist practitioner who is a heretical cultivator. You use these despicable methods to harm the innocent, capture souls and refine ghosts. You have quite the nerve."