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It was late at night.

Yang Feiyun lay in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

He is now beginning to doubt whether Tan Wenjie was the one who sent that red-robed female evil cultivator to kill him.

Every time he closes his eyes, he can recall the palm strike Tan Wenjie delivered to the zombie king, Gao Lusi.

Golden light filled the field of vision in an instant. The giant golden Buddha's palm was about to smash a hole in the sky. The powerful and invincible Western zombie king, Kaurus, the legendary descendant of Satan, couldn't even withstand it for a moment. He was smashed into ashes by the palm and vanished into dust with a gust of wind.

Yang Feiyun was well aware that Western zombies had extremely high resistance to Eastern magic.

Logically speaking, some talismans cannot even harm them, and even peach wood swords can be ignored. Only the power exerted by the gods from the West can hurt them.

Such as crosses, holy water, etc.

It's not hard to guess that the power of that slap was purely physical damage and had absolutely nothing to do with magic or faith.

What angered him even more was that he had gone to great lengths to infiltrate the Tan family, even resorting to underhanded tactics, only to realize how ridiculous everything he had done was after discovering the strength of the other party.

While he was struggling with his decision, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Yang Feiyun~ Yang Feiyun, it's time to set off."

The sound drifted in through the crack in the window on a cold gust of wind and reached Yang Feiyun's ears.

He sat up almost without thinking.

But after taking just two steps out of bed, he suddenly woke up with a start.

wrong!

That moment of realization was like being doused with ice water, chilling him from head to toe and even to the depths of his soul.

He turned his head to look back, and sure enough, another version of himself was lying motionless on the bed.

The ghost messengers are taking my soul!

The door creaked open in a gust of wind, and Yang Feiyun then remembered that he had already bolted the door, so it was impossible for the wind to blow it open.

"Yang Feiyun, it's time to set off."

The voice came again.

The moonlight slanted down from above the eaves, casting a long shadow that stretched all the way into the courtyard.

Then several young men dressed like wealthy old men, with pale faces, staggered and hopped towards them.

They carried mourning sticks and whips, while others carried shackles and chains.

His face was expressionless, like a paper doll that could open its eyes and breathe.

Yang Feiyun quickly cupped his hands and asked, "Esteemed ghost messengers, I once calculated my own lifespan, and it should be at least another ten years or so... Are you sure you didn't misread the name on the Book of Life and Death?"

The ghost guard on the left, with a face as white as paper and cheeks flushed red, suddenly glared. His face was expressionless, but his tone was angry: "If Yama wants you to die at midnight, who dares to let you die at dawn? Hurry up and put on your shackles and come with us, or we'll have to resort to some methods."

Yang Feiyun's smile faded.

If you are being pursued by ghost messengers and choose to surrender, you will surely die.

He took a deep breath, raised his sword finger and struck his brow. A yellow light burst forth from his fingertip, and his soul transformed into a ball of light, flying back to his body lying on the bed.

"Oh no, this kid is trying to run away."

The faces of the geniuses turned even uglier, and they quickly surrounded them.

However, Yang Feiyun, who had already opened his eyes in bed, slapped the bed board with both hands and lifted his body into the air, while taking out several talismans from under his pillow.

Swish swish swish—!
The talisman was thrown out like a flying knife.

Although these ghost messengers are considered staff members of the underworld, they are essentially still yin spirits and have an extreme fear of righteous magic.

The ghost messenger was struck by the flying talisman and screamed as he flew backward and fell into the courtyard.

However, some of the ghost messengers' attacks landed on Yang Feiyun, causing him to tremble all over and feel pain as if it were to the bone.

No one else could hear what was happening here; they only knew that the door to Yang Feiyun's house opened and closed repeatedly.

And the dogs around, which had been tucking their tails between their legs and not daring to make a sound, suddenly seemed to have gotten some opportunity and opened their mouths to bark wildly.

Yang Feiyun clutched his chest and fled through the night.

In reality, he himself wasn't too worried. Countless people in the entire supernatural world had been declared dead by the ghost messengers, but most of them had their own methods to escape this fate.

From then on, he was neither human nor ghost.

Yang Feiyun has had exceptional talent since childhood and believes he can easily escape the pursuit of the ghost messengers, but he should be more careful when walking at night in the future.

At the corner of the path ahead, Yang Feiyun suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A familiar figure blocked his way.

It was Yue Qiluo, with whom he had just fought.

slam-la-

The paper figures formed a wall, blocking Yang Feiyun's escape and dragging him back into the predicament of being besieged by the ghost messengers.

The outcome of the next battle was no longer in doubt.

All of Yang Feiyun's techniques that could counter the ghost messengers were neutralized by Yue Qiluo's paper dolls and magic, while the magical power of the ghost messengers wielding their mourning sticks was something Yang Feiyun could not withstand with his body.

……

The full moon hung in the sky, the branches swayed gently, the dog in the yard barked incessantly, and the rooster trembled.

In a residential house in Tanjia Town, Old Zhang, who couldn't fall asleep after lying down, sat up and grabbed the clothes placed on the bedside table, draping them over his shoulders.

He said to his wife beside him, "I'm really worried, I'm going out to check on things."

"Be careful," his wife said, unsure of what else to say, but simply offered a few words of advice.

After all, it's right in my own backyard, and the security in Tanjia Town has always been very good, so there shouldn't be any problems.

When Lao Zhang pushed open the door and looked outside, he saw several people fighting in the air above the courtyard.

It was quite a lively back-and-forth exchange.

immortal?monster?
His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.

I don't know what methods those figures in the sky used, but one threw out a stick and another threw out a set of shackles. Many people were fighting against one person, and that person was forced to retreat.

Immediately afterwards, the person who was being attacked fell from the sky and landed right outside Old Zhang's door.

Feeling anxious and fearful, Old Zhang stood guard at the door, too afraid to move. After a long while, once he was sure there was no sound outside, he calmed down and mustered his courage to walk towards the door.

I gently lifted the door latch with both hands and pulled the door open. When I peeked out, I smelled a foul odor.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed something above his head.

When he looked up,
"Roar!"

"oops!"

Old Zhang was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, his consciousness going completely black.

When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife kneeling nervously beside him. Looking away from her tense face, he saw a clear sky with nothing but a full moon.

The dogs in town quieted down, and the roosters crowed with their heads raised, just like every other night before.

"Honey, are you alright?" his wife asked.

Old Zhang shook his head: "I just saw someone open their mouth wide and try to bite me."

He quickly touched his neck and checked his body, but found no injuries whatsoever.

If it really is a zombie, there is absolutely no way I can escape.

"Did I just hallucinate?" He was completely baffled.

With his wife's help, the two returned to their room.

Strangely enough, Old Zhang, who usually couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned in bed, fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow this time.

The next day, when Lao Zhang went out, he heard a group of people talking.

"what happened?"

"Someone was bitten to death by a zombie, and I heard that it sucked all their blood. The body was so thin that it was skin and bones and you couldn't even recognize it as a human."

"hiss--"

Old Zhang knew how powerful zombies were, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He also remembered what he had seen the night before and couldn't tell if he was dreaming or if it was real.

After making some inquiries, he learned that the body was parked at the crossroads ahead, and someone was preparing to burn it with lychee wood. He immediately packed up and headed towards the burning body.

Even before getting close, a pungent, burnt odor wafted over on the wind.

Old Zhang frowned, and looking ahead, he saw raging flames.

The raging fire, like a curtain, completely enveloped the corpse.

No matter how hard he peered inside, he couldn't make out the appearance of the corpse.

The fat man hosting the event also knew that it was Zhu Dachang.

"Fellow villagers, it's been a long time since we've seen a zombie around here," Zhu Dachang said, raising his chin and drawing out his voice. "But there's no need to be afraid. We're definitely going to make a zombie. With Boss Tan here, no zombie is too difficult to handle."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Indeed, the villages surrounding Tanjia Town have been plagued by zombies and ghosts countless times, but each time the problem has been resolved safely, and this time will likely be no different.

"Everyone, prepare glutinous rice and black dog blood. Try to stay indoors as little as possible at night. We'll let you know as soon as we've eliminated the zombies..."

When Zhu Dachang finished his work and arranged for someone to clean up the ashes, Lao Zhang finally seized the opportunity to approach.

He recounted what he had seen and heard the previous night.

"What you said is very important!" Zhu Dachang said with a serious expression after listening. "I will report to Boss Tan immediately. If it is really useful, I believe Boss Tan will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Old Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, then rubbed his hands awkwardly: "What do you mean by 'mistreated'? I was just telling what I saw to protect the safety of my fellow villagers."

Zhu Dachang: "Then let's not talk about the reward."

Old Zhang: "..."

"Hahaha, I was just kidding."

Old Zhang also burst into laughter.

But in his mind, he added, "That fatso!"

After Lao Zhang left, Zhu Dacheng also stopped smiling.

"Big Intestine, I heard that Old Zhang has been having migraines at night, can't sleep well, and has nightmares all night long. You actually believe what he says?" someone next to Zhu Dachang said. "Would you really bother Boss Tan for something like this?"

Zhu Dachang hesitated: "It's better to believe it exists than not to believe it doesn't, and besides..."

He always felt that Lao Zhang's expression didn't seem like he was lying.

"You have a good relationship with Boss Tan, so you can decide this matter yourself."

"Yes, it's your decision."

"You should call him uncle."

Everyone burst into laughter.

It seems no one cares about the zombie outbreak in Tanjia Town.

Turning around, Zhu Dachang had already arrived at the Tan residence and met Tan Wenjie in the study.

"Yes, Yang Feiyun is dead." Tan Wenjie closed the booklet on his desk.

Although Zhu Dachang kept craning his neck to see what was written in his booklet, he couldn't see it no matter how he craned.

"How significant is the impact of this?" Zhu Dachang asked.

“It’s not small. Yang Feiyun possesses extraordinary skills. His blood can be considered the spiritual blood unique to cultivators. Zombies become extremely ferocious when they drink the blood of ordinary people. If they drink the blood of someone with cultivation, they might become uncontrollable,” Tan Wenjie said. “I will have Zixia Temple deal with the zombies.”

Even the most powerful zombie king couldn't cause much trouble in front of Zixia Temple.

Moreover, it wouldn't be easy for Tan Wenjie to find the zombie's location, since the zombie had already transcended the Three Realms and was no longer within the Five Elements, and its name was not recorded in the Book of Life and Death.

What truly concerned Tan Wenjie was Yang Feiyun. This man's destiny was not bad. If he were to choose himself as the extraordinary person of the fifth generation, then Yang Feiyun would be his destined nemesis. This could be seen from the fact that Yue Qiluo failed to kill Yang Feiyun the first time.

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

They are bound together and oppose each other.

If the difference is too great, it can no longer be called a competitor.

However, Yang Feiyun's "demonic" nature is clearly not comparable to Tan Wenjie's "Taoist" nature. Now that he has finished filming and left the scene, perhaps everything has calmed down, but there is another possibility—an even greater "demonic" nature is about to appear.

The tasks were passed down layer by layer, and soon they arrived at Zixia Temple.

Wangcai, who was injured by Xuan Kui and poisoned by corpse poison, has recently shown signs of improvement.

It just so happens that Tan Wenjie was doing some kind of expansion, so everyone in the Zixia Temple had something to do. When the task was assigned, it turned out to be him and A Fang catching zombies.

As evening approached, the two men dressed in their gear, slung their cloth satchels over their shoulders, held a Bagua mirror in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other, and hurriedly went out.

The further we went, the darker it got. Visibility gradually decreased, and even the path narrowed.

"Are you sure you can do it?" A-Fang stopped and asked.

"It jumps faster than it runs!" Wangcai replied, panting, while supporting his knees.

"Wouldn't that turn you into a zombie immediately?"

"If I turn into a zombie, I'll bite you first!"

"Awooo—"

In the desolate wilderness, a wolf howl suddenly rang out, startling Afang so much that he shuddered, while Wangcai covered his mouth and chuckled.

He used to be a grave robber; digging up people's graves was his livelihood. He's seen not only howls of wolves, but also gorillas.

A Fang, feeling embarrassed and angry at being mocked, was about to raise his hand to play with Wang Cai when he suddenly noticed that the compass in his hand was spinning wildly.

The pointer that was marked with the character "尸" eventually pointed northeast.

"Zombies!" x2
I didn't expect to find the zombie so easily.

The two drew their peach wood swords and tiptoed quickly towards the northeast. Just as they reached the vicinity, they saw more than a dozen zombies leaping and charging towards them.

There were old and young people; it seemed to be a large family.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your family dinner," A-Fang said with an awkward smile. "Good morning, have a delicious dinner."

"What dinner? We're their dinner!" Wangcai shouted from the side, "Why aren't you running?"

"Run!!" (End of Chapter)