Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 178 Encountering a Corpse
After dealing with Mr. Lin’s affairs, Shi Fei continued to track down several missionaries.

It was almost dark, and the missionaries did not stay in the town, but continued their journey in the wild.

Shi Fei was hanging far behind them.

Soon, the sky was completely dark, and a huge full moon slowly rose and hung in the night sky. Tonight was a full moon, and the moonlight was exceptionally bright, like a layer of silver yarn sprinkled on the earth, dyeing everything with a faint silver color.

Looking at the absurdly bright moon in the sky, Shi Fei was puzzled. He seemed to remember that last night, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, and he was frightened by two ghosts.

Why is the moon so blindingly bright tonight?

The night here is not right either!

He looked up at the sky, and the moon in the sky looked like a jade plate.

The three missionaries were walking on the official road when Shi Fei suddenly heard a conversation coming from a distance.

"Master, what are you doing?" A young man's voice sounded, with a hint of confusion in his tone.

"Today is a cloudy day, and the corpse we are transporting is about to turn into a zombie. It is safest to keep it here and cover it with the shade of the trees so that it cannot see the moonlight!" A middle-aged man's voice answered, his tone steady and serious.

"Master, are you too tired from driving and your butt hurts so much that you're looking for an excuse to stop?" the young man said with a smile.

"You're the only smart one!" The middle-aged man scolded with a smile, and then there was a "pop" sound, as if the apprentice's head was hit.

"Oh! Master hit my head again!" the young man shouted aggrievedly.

"Master, isn't the body in the coffin fine?" the young man asked again.

"What do you know! It's very easy for a corpse to transform into a corpse! Especially on this day, a little bit of conflict between yin and yang or extremely yin things can cause a corpse to transform into a corpse." The middle-aged man explained patiently, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

The apprentice cannot be said to be unlearned, he can only be said to be a good-for-nothing.

"Got it!" the apprentice responded in a muffled voice, obviously still a little unconvinced.

The master and his apprentice accepted a commission to send a corpse back to their hometown. However, the corpse was a bad person in his lifetime and was born on an unlucky day and time, so it was very easy for the corpse to turn into a corpse, so they had to be extra careful.

Along the way, they slept during the day and traveled at night, reversing their days and nights and were extremely exhausted.

As they didn't have to travel tonight, the apprentice parked the carriage under a tree and, following his master's instructions, tied the coffin tightly with an ink line and placed it under the shade of the tree to prevent it from being exposed to the moonlight.

Shi Fei saw from afar that three missionaries were about to pass by the master and his apprentice. The middle-aged man immediately climbed up from the mat under the shade of the tree and stood vigilantly in the middle of the road.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man shouted.

In the middle of the night, seeing three men in black robes walking on the road with a sinister look on their faces and holding something in their hands would make anyone alert.

"What do you mean?" The leading missionary held the shrine in his hands, with an unhappy tone in his tone.

Although their intonations were strange, they understood Chinese and knew that "东西" was used to insult people.

"The mainland is heading east, each of us will go our own way!" After hearing the missionary's strange Chinese, the middle-aged man realized that he might have misunderstood him. The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things, not to mention foreigners?
He clasped his fists and softened his tone, "I was wrong. I apologize to all three of you. But please take a detour for my convenience."

The leading missionary snorted coldly, and did not pay any attention to the middle-aged man, and continued to stride forward along the official road. If they were not busy, they would have to teach this middle-aged man a lesson!
The path the three of them were going to take happened to pass by the coffin under the tree.

"Three of you! Please take a detour! You can't go here." The middle-aged man pointed to the other side of the official road, his tone filled with unquestionable determination.

The leading missionary narrowed his bulging toad-like eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with displeasure.

You say I can’t leave, so I can’t leave?
What I am holding in my hands is the great Dragon King!
He continued to move forward and saw a middle-aged man blocking his way.

"Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the road!" The missionary's voice was as cold as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Please make way!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, his eyes sharp, and he refused to give in.

The missionary stared at the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man stared at the missionary.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if a conflict would break out at any time.

Suddenly, the two people behind the missionary began to mutter to themselves. Their voices were cadenced, sharp and piercing, totally unlike any sound a human could make.

The sound seemed to come from the deep sea, with an indescribable rhythm, like some ancient and evil spell that struck people's souls directly.

Then, a strange wind appeared out of nowhere and blew past the three of them, bringing with it a strong, salty smell from the deep sea. The smell was like a mixture of rotting seaweed, dead fish, and unknown creatures in the deep sea, making people sick but unable to get rid of it.

The middle-aged man only felt a darkness before his eyes, as if he was instantly pulled into the deep sea.

There was endless darkness all around, so deep that it was suffocating. In the darkness, something seemed to slowly open its eyes.

Those eyes were like huge light bulbs, flashing a faint green light, and were bigger than his entire body!
What was even more terrifying was that the eye was not isolated. As his vision adjusted, the middle-aged man saw more eyes emerging from the darkness, densely packed like countless green stars, staring at him coldly and mercilessly.

A low humming sound rang in his ears, as if countless tiny tentacles were wriggling in his mind, trying to drill into the depths of his consciousness. He felt his body being pulled by some invisible force, as if being dragged into a deeper, darker abyss.

Not good!

The middle-aged man hurriedly chanted: "I lean on Mount Tai, Mount Tai protects me. Mount Tai protects me, and my body survives. Hurry up and obey the command. Break!"

A yellow light burst out from the middle-aged man, protecting his body and allowing him to escape from the illusion.

The middle-aged man felt his whole body lighten, as if he had escaped from the suffocation of the deep sea. He gasped for breath, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, his legs were weak, and he could hardly stand.

He turned to look at his unconscious disciple and quickly chanted the spell: "Big Dipper, protect me. Evil spirits stay away, and ghosts will not invade. Hurry and obey the command."

Another yellow light flew out from his fingertips, like a meteor, and hit the disciple's body directly. The disciple's body trembled slightly, then slowly opened his eyes and woke up groggily.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes immediately became serious again. He looked at the three missionaries and was about to say something, but suddenly he saw thick black mist pouring out from under the black robes of the three men.

The black fog spread rapidly like a living thing, not only enveloping the three people, but also covering the coffin under the tree.

"It's bad!" Alarm bells rang in the middle-aged man's heart.

Immediately afterwards, the coffin began to shake violently, making a creaking sound, as if something was struggling inside, trying to break out of the coffin.

(End of this chapter)