Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Early the next morning, Lin Bei left the inn and continued south. There were big cities to the south, and where there were many people, there were many demons and monsters.

Lin Bei is now a master of the early stage of Taoist cultivation, capable of slaying demons and monsters, of course referring to weaker demons.

After walking for most of the day, the sun rose from the east to its zenith and then set in the west.

Lin Bei walked around, stopping frequently to rest whenever he saw a tea stall by the roadside.

After traveling for five days, passing through three towns and two counties, the journey was very peaceful, and we didn't even encounter a wandering ghost.

Lin Bei was a little disappointed. "What happened? Weren't you told there were lots of demons and monsters outside? How come we haven't encountered a single one?"

On the evening of the sixth day, night fell.

Lin Bei walked along a mountain path, with dense forests on both sides. He looked at the sky and then at his surroundings, his brows furrowing.

There's no village or shop in sight, where will we sleep tonight? Will we use the sky as our blanket and the ground as our bed?

Just then, the mountain road turned a corner, and a building appeared ahead.

The building has gray walls and black tiles, and two white lanterns hang at the entrance, with the words "Yizhuang" (meaning "mortality estate") written on them.

Lin Bei's eyes lit up. A mortuary is good. Although it sounds scary, at least it's a place that can shelter you from the wind and rain.

He quickened his pace, walked to the entrance of the mortuary, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Boom boom boom! ! !

A short while later, the door opened, and an elderly man with a hunched back poked his head out.

The old man was dressed in gray cloth clothes, with gray hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and cloudy but shrewd eyes.

He looked Lin Bei up and down, and when he saw Lin Bei's Taoist robe and the Ghost-Slaying Sword at his waist, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Lin Bei clasped his hands together and performed a Taoist ritual.

"Old man, I am a Taoist priest passing through. It's getting dark and I'd like to ask for a place to stay for the night. Is that alright?"

The old man smiled slightly and stepped aside.

"Please come in, Taoist priest."

Lin Bei followed the old man into the mortuary.

There were more than a dozen coffins parked in the courtyard, neatly arranged, with incense burners and offerings placed in front of some of them.

A faint sandalwood scent permeated the air, mixed with the smell of wood and lacquer.

Lin Bei nodded after reading it. This manor owner is quite capable, willing to invest such a large sum!

The old man led Lin Bei to an empty room in the backyard. The room was small but clean and tidy.

"Young Taoist priest, please stay here tonight. Your meal will be brought to you shortly." After saying this, the old man turned to leave.

Suddenly, the old man stopped, as if he had remembered something. He glanced at Lin Bei, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Daoist Master, if I may be so bold, no matter what sounds you hear tonight, do not leave this room."

Lin Bei was taken aback: "What was that sound?"

The old man shook his head, didn't answer, closed the door, and left.

Lin Bei stood in the room, looking at the closed door, his brows furrowed.

"What's that sound? Why is that old man talking so strangely?"

Not long after, the old man came in carrying a tray with a bowl of rice, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a bowl of vegetable soup on it.

"Master, this is just simple food, please don't find it offensive."

Lin Bei took the tray and said with a smile, "Thank you, sir. I'm glad I can eat my fill."

The old man put down the food and then added, "Taoist priest, remember, don't go out tonight."

Finished talking and left.

Lin Bei sat at the table, eating while pondering the old man's words.

Don't go out at night? Is there something dirty in this mortuary?

He thought about it and then realized he was overthinking it.

He's a Taoist priest who slays demons and monsters, what's there to be afraid of?

But the old man's tone didn't sound like he was joking, and there was something indescribable in his eyes.

After finishing his meal, Lin Bei put the bowl and chopsticks on the table, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to meditate.

The ten streams of magical power in his dantian slowly circulated, and external spiritual energy surged into his body.

His perception was much stronger than when he was in Qingzhu Mountain; he could sense every blade of grass and every tree within a radius of a hundred feet.

The mortuary was very quiet, but it was this quietness that made Lin Bei feel very uneasy; there wasn't even the sound of insects chirping.

"Hmph, I'd like to see which blind fool dares to come here seeking death!" Master Lin was very arrogant, displaying the same domineering air as Guan Yu in his prime!

As the night deepened, the moon was obscured by clouds, and the room was pitch black.

Lin Bei sat in meditation with his eyes closed, his mind focused on his dantian.

At three quarters past midnight, a strange sound suddenly came from outside.

Waaaaah!!

It sounded like someone was crying, and it sounded like someone was laughing; the sound was sometimes near, sometimes far, and it was unpredictable.

Lin Bei opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them!

"There really are people who are courting death!"

The sound was getting closer and closer...

Crunch... crunch...

The sound was like someone pushing a coffin lid.

Lin Bei got up from the bed, walked to the door, and placed his hand on the door panel.

He remembered the old man's words: No matter what sound you hear at night, do not leave this room.

Lin Bei hesitated for a moment.

But at that moment, a commotion arose from inside the mortuary.

Curious, Lin Bei couldn't resist pushing open the door and stepping out of the room.

The corridor was pitch black, except for an oil lamp at the top of the stairs, which emitted a dim yellow light.

He walked down the corridor to the stairwell, looked down, and was completely stunned.

Dozens of ghosts were standing densely packed in the courtyard of the mortuary.

They lined up and walked one by one to the offering table in the middle of the courtyard.

An incense burner and offerings were placed on the altar, with three sticks of incense burning inside, wisps of smoke rising from them.

The hunched old man stood beside the offering table, holding a bundle of incense sticks, offering them to each of the ghosts one by one.

As each ghost approached the offering table, the old man would hand it three lit incense sticks. The ghosts greedily inhaled the incense smoke, and after finishing, they would walk to the side and stay quietly.

Lin Bei felt a chill run down his spine. The old man's movements as he offered incense were very practiced, clearly indicating that he had been doing it for many years.

What are they doing? Raising ghosts? Doesn't seem like it!

Lin Bei was puzzled, but he didn't say anything to disturb him and just watched quietly.

The ghosts were very orderly, not fighting or scrambling, but lining up one by one.

Just then, a female ghost seemed to smell something, suddenly raised her head, and saw Lin Bei standing at the top of the stairs.

The female ghost was dressed in a red wedding gown, her face was deathly pale, her lips were blood red, and tears of blood streamed from her eyes.

When she saw Lin Bei, she paused for a moment, then let out a sharp laugh.

"Oh, a little Taoist priest has arrived!"

All the ghosts raised their heads at the same time and looked at Lin Bei in unison.

The courtyard fell silent instantly, dozens of blood-red eyes staring at Lin Bei, especially when they sensed the pure yang energy emanating from him; their eyes were filled with greed.

Lin Bei stood at the top of the stairs, stared at by dozens of ghosts, and a chill ran down his spine.

hiss! ! !

Lin Bei thought to himself: This is going to be a bit difficult to handle!