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In the small Western-style house, a Western-style coffin lay across the middle of the hall.

A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the gloomy sky outside.

Electric light illuminated the entire room and outlined the cross hidden in the darkness.

The ghosts who had already entered the villa looked at each other in bewilderment. The scene was not particularly terrifying, but rather somewhat amusing to them. The methods that ordinary ghosts used to scare ordinary people were now being used on them.

Something inside the coffin was scratching and creaking, its fingernails sounding very long, and the sound was somewhat eerie.

The group of ghost messengers formed a circle, quietly waiting for something to emerge from the coffin.

"Boom!"

The coffin lid shook violently.

Then, with a loud "bang," it was violently thrown away by a tremendous force. It crashed into the crystal chandelier overhead, accompanied by a series of loud shattering sounds and sharp crystal shards sharp enough to cut skin.

The coffin lid wobbled after hitting the ground, but the geniuses didn't even look at it, their gazes remaining fixed on the inside of the coffin, where they saw a man dressed as an Englishman.

"Roar!"

The other party opened its scarlet eyes and stretched out its corpse fangs.

As the Western zombie king, vampire, and descendant of Satan, Cruz didn't understand why he suddenly appeared here, but he could smell the scent of living people.

What puzzled Coughlus was that these people were not afraid of him at all, but instead stared at him with great interest.

"Roar!"

Chorus, not believing in superstition, shouted again.

The ghost messengers: "..."

The zombie king was somewhat angered by the indifferent look in his eyes; it was clear they were taking zombies far too lightly.

Or is it that these people actually possess considerable skills?
Gorus took a closer sniff and discovered that the group of living people carried a faint aura of death. His heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he was about to encounter such a big problem as soon as he came out of his coffin.

"I'll do it!" One of the ghost messengers on the left stood up, raised his hand to draw a talisman, and landed on his right foot.

It is not hard to tell from his actions that he was probably a disciple of Maoshan in his previous life. However, after he died, he lost his body and could not perform some of his Taoist arts. Now that he has regained his body, he naturally wants to pick up his old skills and perform them again.

As his fingers slid rapidly through the air, a rune gradually formed.

"The Supreme Lord Laozi commands with utmost urgency!"

As soon as the incantation was finished, the ghost messenger pressed the talisman he had slapped down onto Gaolusi's forehead.

The air was quiet; nothing happened except for the crisp sound of the slap.

The ghost messenger exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of zombie is this? It's not afraid of Taoist magic at all!"

The other ghost messengers reacted similarly.

The moment Gorus realized that the opponent's methods couldn't harm him at all, he subconsciously swung his hand out. The sharp, pointed zombie claws struck the ghost messenger squarely in the chest, sending him flying with a bloody chunk of flesh.

"Ugh!" The ghost messenger slammed his back against the wall, barely managing to stop his backward flight. He slid to the ground, ignoring the pain in his back and buttocks, clutching his injured chest and coughing up large amounts of blood.

The remaining ghost messengers also realized that this enemy was not simple, and immediately reacted by creating distance.

"boom!"

The coffin burst open, sending wood chips flying everywhere. The gems inlaid around the coffin transformed into deadly hidden weapons, and the ghost messengers, struck by them, immediately let out whimpers and cries of pain.

"You put on such a strong stance just now, I thought you guys were really tough, but it turns out you're so weak."

Gorus cracked his wrists and revealed his corpse fangs once more.

"Stop hiding your skills. If you don't use them now, when will you?"

"Zhao Li, you make it sound so easy. This bastard is clearly unaffected by Taoist magic. If you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm on, I'm on!"

Zhao Li took out a pistol from his pocket and shot Gao Lusi between the eyebrows.

"boom!"

Before the fight, Cruz might have been careful to dodge, but now he stood still, letting the bullets from the pistol hit him between the eyebrows.

Flames erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and a fierce life-threatening crisis struck.

When Crus came to his senses, a burning pain shot through his brow. This was the first time in his thousand years of being a vampire destined for death that he had felt so close to dying again.

"Boom!"

Gorus lay helplessly on the ground.

The wounded ghost messengers helped each other to their feet, looking with awe at the pistol in the hand of the ghost messenger named Zhao Li.

"Zhao Li, what kind of gun is that?"

"I think it was called something like the Ghost-Slaying Spear," Zhao Li said. "I bought it at the Tan residence after I made some money. How about it, isn't it amazing?"

"..."

The ghost messengers nodded in unison in silence. They had previously regarded working for Tan Wenjie as a way to earn extra money, but now they realized that this was not an opportunity to earn extra money at all, but rather a good opportunity to arm themselves and enhance their strength.

If I had those magical treasures and artifacts by my side, and after capturing some demon kings and ghost kings and making a name for myself, I might be able to move up from my lowly position as a ghost messenger that I couldn't move much.

"What exactly is he?"

They circled around Chorus.

Teacher Gao, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, didn't dare to move. After all, he was a zombie, with no heartbeat or breathing, so no matter how the group of people in front of him checked him, they wouldn't be able to find any clues.

However, to Coughlus's surprise, the ghost messenger named Zhao Li said, "Make way, I'll finish you off with one more shot."

The other geniuses didn't stop him either; they watched helplessly as Zhao Li raised his gun and pointed it at Gao Lusi's heart.

"Whoosh-"

The zombie king, who had been feigning death on the ground, could no longer bear it. He got up, transformed into a black shadow, and slipped out of the window into the night.

"Oh no, he got away!"

"We're still wearing human skin, so we can't control the ghost wind and definitely can't catch up with him."

"Never mind, let's report this to our superiors."

Since the other party has been seriously injured, they certainly can't cause any trouble.

The ghost messengers may have been very responsible before, but after spending a long time in the deep yin energy of the underworld, watching those who have committed evil life after life reincarnate, they have long lost their sense of responsibility towards the human world. Only the ghost messenger named Zhao Li sighed. He was unaware of the extent of the impact that his failure to finish off the enemy this time would have.

Having escaped from the mansion, Gauls ran non-stop, unaware that he was running in the direction the ghost messengers had come from.

As they approached Tanjia Town, Gaolus suddenly heard someone crying.

"Mother!"

"Your mother was over ninety years old, so this is considered a happy death."

"You're definitely jealous of me. I've known for a long time that you two don't get along!"

"You should speak with conscience! I killed the big rooster I raised at home to nourish your mother."

"That's because you wanted to eat it!"

There are living people!
Hearing the people arguing in the room, Gorus was overjoyed, thinking that as long as he drank the blood of these two people, he could quickly recover from his injuries.

However, considering that he was already seriously injured, Gorus decided to launch a sneak attack.

He was hanging upside down under the eaves, his head pressed against the window.

By the light of the candle, he could clearly see that two people inside were arguing, and it was even gradually escalating into a physical fight.

He pushed open the window with his left hand, and was about to pounce in and take a bite when a rolling pin flew over and hit him right between the eyebrows.

"Thump!" Cholera fell to the ground, dazed.

He climbed up, leaning against the wall, and tried to climb through the window, but two kitchen knives flew towards him.

Despite being severely injured, Cruz was completely unconcerned about the two cleavers that flew at him.

As the Zombie King, he should be invulnerable to swords and spears, but when the kitchen knife slashed at him, he felt a burning pain, and his body was easily cut open as if it were soft mud.

There was something on those two knives that was able to break through my skin's defenses.

What a vicious family!

Finally, the people inside went from arguing and covering their faces to fighting each other, and then slamming the door and leaving. Crows seized the opportunity and quickly crawled inside, intending to wait behind the door.

But the hunger in his stomach and the worsening of his injuries made it impossible for him to delay.

Crows sniffed slightly and noticed a faint smell of blood in the air. It was the smell of prey that had died but whose carcass was not yet completely cooled, but it was also accompanied by a foul stench.

He turned his head and saw the old woman's body lying on the bed.

Feeling his stomach empty, Gorus sighed, closed his eyes, and lunged at the 90-year-old corpse.

……

"The weather is dry, so be careful with fire."

At the crossroads, the watchman saw a man standing there, who smelled slightly of alcohol, and hurried over to greet him.

"Mr. Tan, have you just finished drinking?"

This person was Tan Wenjie.

"Yes," Tan Wenjie nodded. "I just had a get-together with some old friends and was about to head home. You must be tired."

"It's not hard work, it's all for our Tanjia Town."

Since Master Tan took office, the night watchman's benefits have increased dramatically.

A man like him who couldn't even afford to get married before now lives a good life with a wife, children, and a warm bed. He should be most grateful to Master Tan.

"Mr. Tan, should I find someone to help you home?"

"No need, no need, you go ahead with your work, I'll just stand here for a bit and get some fresh air."

After the night watchman left, Tan Wenjie looked to his side.

They were two men, one in black and one in white, both wearing suits.

It's just that ordinary people can't see them.

"Thank you both for your help during this time."

"You're too kind. It's just my duty, and besides, it's Hades' order. I must prioritize helping you."

Tan Wenjie nodded slightly, then paused, surprised: "Pluto?"

"Hades has been asleep for a long time. It is said that he was a great god who controlled the underworld in ancient times, but later he stopped showing himself for some reason and handed everything over to Yama, the King of Hell."

"Yes."

The two of them sang in harmony, like a crosstalk performance.

But Tan Wenjie heard something even more important from them.

It seems that the world has changed far beyond my expectations.

After parting ways with the two geniuses, Tan Wenjie headed towards his home.

I unexpectedly ran into Zhao Xiaofang.

Zhao Xiaofang felt a little embarrassed when she saw Tan Wenjie again.

After all, she had chosen to leave because she didn't trust Tan Wenjie, but she never expected that she would actually learn some real skills from him.

So for the past few days, she has been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Tan Wenjie to avoid awkwardness and not knowing what to say when they meet.

"Mr. Tan, why are you still out so late?"

"I just had drinks with some friends, Miss Zhao, why aren't you asleep so late?"

"I heard that it's easy to encounter ghosts at night..." Zhao Xiaofang said, a little embarrassed.

After learning some skills from those teachers, every teacher praised her for her talent.

As it happened, Zhao Xiaofang had heard that it was easiest to encounter ghosts at night, so she decided to come out and test her abilities.

Tan Wenjie shook his head and said, "No matter how strong or weak your skills are, you should avoid ghosts instead of actively going to them. Ghosts bring bad luck and reduce your fortune."

"Oh," Zhao Xiaofang responded, though it was unclear whether she had actually heard it or hadn't.

The two should have parted ways then, but suddenly an old woman was seen slowly walking out from the shadows in the corner of the wall, supporting herself against the wall.

"Grandma, why aren't you resting so late?" Zhao Xiaofang greeted her without thinking.

The old woman reached out her hands more proactively, seemingly wanting Zhao Xiaofang to help her up. This action made Zhao Xiaofang mistakenly believe that the old woman really needed her, so she ran forward quickly.

Just as her hand was about to touch the old woman's palm, a large hand reached out from the side, grabbed Zhao Xiaofang's wrist, and pulled her behind her.

"Boss Tan?" Zhao Xiaofang was a little confused.

What happened next made her eyes widen in shock: Tan Wenjie kicked the old woman right in the chest, sending her flying.

"you……"

Before she could finish her rebuke, she heard the old woman on the ground roar and scramble to her feet, trying to pounce on Tan Wenjie again.

But Tan Wenjie slapped him so hard he fell to the ground, motionless.

"She...she...she..."

"A zombie."

Zhao Xiaofang's expression was complicated: "..."

She never expected that she had almost wronged an innocent person, especially since the other person had just saved her life. Her cheeks burned as if she had been slapped.

Tan Wenjie didn't pay any attention to her reaction. He knew this old woman. She was considered long-lived in Tanjia Town, but she was sharp-tongued and mean-spirited, and liked to make things difficult for her daughter-in-law. She was a notorious wicked mother-in-law in the surrounding villages.

The more ruthless a person is, the more comfortable they can live. On the contrary, the nice people don't live long. Just being a good person exhausts their energy. If you think too much about others, you will only hurt yourself in the end.

Tan Wenjie: "These zombies aren't picky eaters these days. They're even biting people who are ninety years old?"

He suddenly turned his head to look at the corner of the wall, where a figure with outstretched arms was already pouncing towards Zhao Xiaofang behind him.

Tan Wenjie quickly took a step to the side and slapped the target with his palm.

"It's done!" Gorrus, who had drunk the blood of the dead, launched a sneak attack despite his not-yet-fully-recovered body.

To his surprise, as soon as he lunged out, a golden hand appeared in his vision, growing larger and larger. Then, his consciousness was plunged into complete darkness.

Zhao Xiaofang turned her head in confusion, but saw nothing.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, go home and get some sleep."

"Oh." Zhao Xiaofang nodded. She felt something was off, and when she turned around again, she found Yang Feiyun standing not far away.

His face was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked through with sweat.

"Master Yang, are you very hot?"

Yang Feiyun: "..."

What did I just see?! (End of Chapter)