I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"Mystery has never left this world."

"really."

Lu Ban nodded slightly.

“My father once went to an inn. He said that at night, when he was lying in bed, he could feel something scratching at the bed frame from under the bed. He looked down and saw a person with a dark blue face staring back at him from under the bed.”

Tang Que suddenly started telling ghost stories.

"and then?"

Lu Ban was curious.

"Then my father punched through the bed frame and found there was nothing under the bed. He had to pay the other party a dollar for it."

Tang Que said in a deep voice.

"..."

Lu Ban didn't know whether he should laugh or not.

“My family learned the craft of mortician, which is a folk custom. When a prisoner is beheaded, his head and body are sewn together. Headless corpses are prone to change, and over time, this practice of handling corpses has become a tradition in my family.”

Tang Que changed the subject.

"When dealing with corpses, you're bound to encounter a lot of zombie apocalypses and strange occurrences. If you don't have some skills, you're bound to fail sooner or later."

"Is this why you're learning external martial arts?"

Lu Ban asked subconsciously.

It is said that the Tang family's martial arts are so powerful that a single punch can break through a door. Judging from Tang Que's joke just now, his father could also break a bed with a single punch. Lu Ban estimated that Tang Que, who looks slender and petite, could probably kill three Qin Tiantians with one punch.

"Don't worry, I know how to control my strength, I won't break it."

Tang Que's lips curled up. She was in her thirties, the prime of her life. Seeing a handsome young man like Lu Ban, whose looks were at the pinnacle of human attractiveness, she naturally had to tease him a bit.

Pinch off?

What is being cut off?

How do I cut it off?

Lu Ban was just an innocent child and couldn't understand what Tang Que was saying.

"What is the origin of this Fang Geng?"

He decided to get down to business, after all, he wasn't there to have fun.

"He comes from the upper realm of the heavens and is the creator of all the mountains in this world. Legend has it that He sleeps beneath a certain mountain peak, and every breath He takes is an earthquake. If Fang Geng were to awaken, the heavens and the earth would change, and humanity would be plunged into doomsday. Only by constantly offering sacrifices can He remain asleep."

Tang Que explained.

"That's pretty impressive. I guess He might be sleeping in the Himalayas, or at least in Sichuan or Siberia."

Lu Ban chuckled softly.

Of course, this legend may be true. However, the one called Fang Geng is probably a sealed evil god. Offering sacrifices to him will only yield corrupted knowledge.

He took two steps forward and carefully examined the statue.

At this moment, Lu Ban saw a corpse on the damp, moldy straw behind the statue!

The corpse appeared to have been dead for a long time; its clothes were tattered, and even the maggots on its rotting flesh had withered.

What was even more surprising was the state of the corpse.

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The corpse was in a worshipful posture, kneeling before the statue of a god. Its prostrate and devout posture would put even the most ascetic monks to shame.

This person seemed to have suddenly lost their life during a pilgrimage, frozen in place, waiting for time to smooth things over, and then discovered by Lu Ban.

"These might be people who got lost on the mountain path and sought shelter from the rain. This mountain is very peculiar; besides the array formations, there's also a lingering eeriness about it."

Tang Que also noticed the corpse. She said something briefly, then squatted down, took out rubber gloves, put on a mask, and examined it.

“Approximately thirty years old, male, died a long time ago. The mountain is foggy and damp, and he has been decomposing for a long time. Look, this is the trace of his internal organs rupturing his abdomen and the contents flowing out from his anus.”

Tang Que didn't care about the filth of the corpse at all; instead, he pointed to a black puddle under the straw.

"Thank you. I just finished eating, and I feel much better digested."

Lu Ban replied with thanks.

"After a person dies, the body softens and may experience incontinence, then it begins to stiffen. Once it is completely stiff, it will soften again, eventually resulting in those disgusting and nauseating scenes. Normally, it is very difficult to maintain this position."

Tang Que examined the corpse's head, bones, and other parts.

"There were no obvious external injuries or fractures. It is estimated that he died from the cold or disease. Of course, it is also possible that there are some mystical causes of death."

Just as Tang Que was about to examine the corpse's face and grabbed its head, the corpse suddenly seemed to come alive and lunged at Tang Que's hand!

"!!!"

Tang Que hesitated for a moment, and his hand, which was wearing a plastic glove, was already bitten by that toothless mouth, about to break through the rubber and touch his skin.

The next moment, Tang Que raised her other hand, which swelled up at a visible speed, and without hesitation, she punched the corpse.

bang——

The body, along with the nearby straw and the wall behind it, was blasted through by the punch, revealing the courtyard and woods behind it.

Lu Ban now realizes that he made a mistake in his estimation. Tang Que estimated that one punch could kill ten Qin Tiantians.

"I'm sorry, I acted instinctively."

Tang Que was still holding the skull of the corpse in his hand when he said something to it.

Seeing this, Lu Ban roughly understood.

Tang Que's punch just now was definitely not something a normal human could do.

Even Tyson couldn't do that.

This is the extraordinary ability of the mortician.

Lu Ban imagined it for a moment and figured that if they went out into the world, they would be able to conquer the world with a single punch.

Examine the bodies that are lying down carefully and give them a proper send-off.

Those corpses that refused to lie down were beaten until they obediently lay down, and their deaths were observed.

That makes perfect sense.

No wonder he's called the "corpse-stitching craftsman." The corpse that was punched through is probably only left with five, six, seven, or eight pieces. It has to be stitched up.

Thinking about it this way, maybe the paper-cutting official meant that after dealing with those unruly fellows, there wouldn't even be any corpses left, so he could only make a paper figure to appease them.

Reasonable.

No wonder blind Zhang made it up the mountain path so quickly.

"what happened?"

Outside the Taoist temple, Seventh Master peeked in and saw the eerie statue. He was shocked and somewhat flustered. But when he saw the hole that Tang Que had punched through, even his sunglasses couldn't hide his expression.

"There was something strange here, but don't worry, I've taken care of it."

Tang Que revealed a hearty smile.

"It can definitely break."

Lu Ban couldn't help but sigh.

"Young man, would you like to give it a try?"

Tang Que glanced at Lu Ban.

"Excuse me, I don't have a driver's license."

Lu Ban answered decisively.

"drving license?"

Tang Que stood up and threw the head onto the altar.

"This person is dead, but not completely dead. Perhaps some force has allowed him to retain his last bit of life. In any case, it's very strange. He's neither a zombie nor a reanimated corpse."

"Is this also part of the competition?"

Lu Ban asked Seventh Master, who had finally managed to put on his small sunglasses.

“How could this be? I’ll have Brother He come and take a look.”

Seventh Master called out and summoned He Chong.

He Chong came over somewhat impatiently, but his expression immediately turned serious when he saw the dead man's skull.

He took off his sunglasses, and there seemed to be a light brewing in his eyes.

In He Chong's vision, he saw the skull emitting a deep black mist, which, like silt, swirled around the skull and gradually spread outwards.

"This thing is not simple."

He Chong sighed and glanced at Lu Ban beside him.

He felt as if someone had poked his eyes hard with their fingers, or as if red-hot coal tongs had been inserted and violently stirred inside. The intense sensation spread from his brain to his bone marrow, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and his body temperature to drop to freezing point.

"what!"

He Chong cried out and covered his eyes.

He couldn't even see clearly what was around Lu Ban.

Seeing this, Lu Ban hurriedly stepped forward.

He had originally thought that He Chong had already seen him with his Yin-Yang Eyes, and that He Chong's cultivation was much higher than his great-grandson's, so he was not affected. He never expected that He Chong had never seen him before.

"Mr. He, don't worry, this is normal."

Lu Ban comforted her.

"???"

At this moment, He Chong, who had lost his sight, heard Lu Ban's voice and felt like he was talking complete bullshit!