My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Zhang Hao recalled the key points related to the characteristics of the mummified corpse.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the mummified corpse's neck.

There was a shallow cut mark on the neck, dark black, but slightly different in color from the black of the corpse's surface, so it would be impossible to notice without close inspection.

Zhang Hao reached out to touch the scar.

However, before the fingers could even touch it, a strange black aura suddenly emanated from the corpse.

Upon seeing the black aura, Zhang Hao instantly realized what was going on.

Tong Xin, who was standing nearby, did not notice anything unusual. She only subconsciously felt that the black mist was aggressive and jumped back a few steps to try to get away.

Unfortunately, he was a beat too slow. The strange black mist that flew over suddenly split into several streams and was forcibly poured into his mouth, nose, ears and other places!

Zhang Hao had already recognized the mummified corpse.

That's right. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the body that Sun Wenwu created using a special little ghost curse spell. It looks exactly like him but has no soul.

He uses the blood of ordinary people to nourish and feed them, but in reality, he is using his own flesh and blood as food to become stronger!
Cloning yourself, then nurturing it with your own blood, and then eating it after it's fully grown is like using your other self as a stepping stone to become stronger!
That guy actually did something so outrageous!
Zhang Hao felt a churning in his stomach, and a strong urge to vomit rose in his throat.

No, no, I can't throw up now...

Zhang Hao repeatedly told himself to stay calm. He stared at Tong Xin, who was being forcibly injected with several streams of black water, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and he chanted a purification incantation from the Xiangxi corpse-driving technique!

This incantation can purify the poisonous gas carried by the corpse and temporarily slow down the attack of the poisonous corpse.

This spell has a wide range of uses, but how much power it can unleash depends on the caster's level of cultivation.

Fortunately, Zhang Hao's skills were profound enough.

He chanted an incantation, and golden rays of magical light shone around him, condensing into mysterious characters that surrounded Tong Xin.

The immense power released by the characters instantly cut off the black water that was still pouring into the child's mouth, nose, and ears!
The mummified corpse in the coffin seemed to be completely shriveled and dissipating.

Zhang Hao understood that this was Sun Wenwu's unwillingness to die, a desperate act of self-destruction using his last remaining consciousness—no, to be precise, not an attack, but a possession of the body. Although he didn't know how the guy had preserved a fragment of his soul, and it seemed he even possessed a secret technique for rebirth, based on the current situation, he could conclude that Sun Wenwu and Tong Xin were vying for control of this body. Sun Wenwu had become so depraved as to be utterly repulsive; if Zhang Hao truly had to choose someone to carry out his original plan of fighting fire with fire, he would naturally choose Tong Xin without hesitation.

Even though the black water had been cut off, half of Sun Wenwu's soul had already squeezed into Tong Xin's body. Tong Xin's face seemed to be torn in two, one half showing a ferocious and triumphant expression, while the other half displayed a ferocious, painful, and angry expression.

Tong Xin opened his mouth, but Sun Wenwu's voice came out: "Hahaha... I told you long ago, even if I die, I'll find a way to drag you down to hell with me! Why didn't you believe me? Now I'll prove to you with my actions that I have the ability to take you down with me! Die, you damned beast!"

Tong Xin couldn't control his body. He raised his hand, and a sharp blade grew from his palm. The blade gleamed with a cold light, clearly a precious sword that could cut through iron like mud.

The knife was slowly approaching his heart, about to pierce it.

At this moment, Tong Xin's expression changed again. He seemed to be using all his strength to cry out in pain, "No...don't...don't kill me, I can spare you..." But Tong Xin's face quickly switched back to Sun Wenwu's unique ferocious roar and smugness: "Hahaha, now you know how to beg for mercy? You bitch, die now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face twitched violently, and he tightened his grip on the dagger, preparing to launch the final blow!
This final blow was extremely terrifying; once this knife pierced through, Tong Xin had no doubt that he would be instantly annihilated.

Because at this moment, not only was his body being controlled, but his soul was also being completely suppressed by the other party.

He struggled to utter a single sentence into the void: "Save me..."

Just as the opponent was about to succeed, and the blade was about to pierce Tong Xin's heart, Zhang Hao's hand was quickly enveloped in a layer of white light. He reached out with lightning speed and precisely grasped the knife.

Zhang Hao tightened his grip on the knife slightly, and the knife shattered into countless fragments like glass.

Zhang Hao pointed his finger at Tong Xin's forehead, and a bright red cinnabar mark immediately appeared on Tong Xin's forehead.

Zhang Hao closed his eyes slightly and began chanting the incantation for the Xiangxi corpse-driving technique.

"Heaven and earth are clear and pure, drought demons and monsters, heed my command! Drive them away at once! Yin and Yang are distinct!" He pressed his finger firmly against the forehead again!
The finger struck down, producing a dull thud, like striking a drum.

Sun Wenwu's soul was forcibly forced out! He instantly fell back into his own mummified corpse in the coffin!

The mummified corpse's eyes suddenly began to move, and it leaped out of the coffin, staring warily at the suddenly appearing Zhang Hao.

Tong Xin gasped for breath, clutching the spot on her forehead where she had been touched, feeling as if her head was about to explode.

"Are you his accomplice? You two teamed up?" Sun Wenwu said, already gripping a sizable knife tightly in his hand, cautiously guarding against them.

“We did indeed join forces. It seems your soul is incomplete; you don’t even remember the part where we ambushed you. If you surrender obediently now, I can give you a quick death.” Zhang Hao took out a piece of red cinnabar, dipped it in his index and middle fingers, and drew a talisman in the air as he spoke.

Sun Wenwu burst into laughter, pointing at Tong Xin, who was still clutching his head and not fully recovered: "If you really cooperate with him, you're just courting death. Only by joining forces with me will you have a future. I am the one and only god in the future!"

Just as Zhang Hao was about to say something, Tong Xin seemed to suddenly wake up.

Tong Xin's face darkened, and he chanted a series of incantations. His expression gradually returned to its usual calm and confidence.

"Sun Wenwu, you deserve to die!"

The moment the words fell, countless black flames burst into flames all around the room with a loud bang.

The raging black flames filled the entire space, surrounding the three of them.

These black flames did not emit scorching heat, but rather a bone-chilling cold like that of an Arctic glacier. (End of Chapter)