It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

This attitude of using people and then turning them away is quite consistent with the characteristics of the protagonists of this era.

Even though Zhang Chulan from "Under One Person" appeared after him.

The style was also influenced by the era to some extent.

Qinghe Miao smiled broadly, looking completely unconcerned.

“I foresaw your misfortune today and intended to help you through it, thus doing you a favor.”

"unnecessary!"

Wang Xiaoer waved his hand dismissively:

"They're just after my family's martial arts techniques! I will not agree! Get out of here!"

He was eager to spend time alone with Li Xue and further solidify their relationship.

So they couldn't wait to get rid of the person.

"Wang Xiaoer!"

Li Xue, feeling ashamed and angry, lectured:

How could you say such a thing! It's so rude of you.

This is already the beginning of implicit regulation.

Qing Hemiao looked at the two of them, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He took a step back, crossed his arms, and leaned against the door frame, adopting a "I'll just look and not say anything" attitude.

Just as Wang Xiaoer was grinning and preparing to say a few more cheesy things, his phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw it was a bull team.

"Hey?"

On the other end of the phone, a serious voice came from the coach:

"Hey waiter, where are you right now? Something happened again at Boss Zhang's place yesterday! Several murders have occurred at the site he developed before. The people there said we have experience with this, and we need your help again this time!"

Wang Xiaoer paused for a moment, glanced at the address in his hand, and then burst into a tirade:

"Huh? Isn't this the property that was mortgaged to me? Damn it, what a swindler!"

It concerned his property, so he ended the phone call, hurriedly said goodbye to Li Xue, and ran out.

Qinghe Miao didn't say anything and silently followed.

After a lot of trouble finding the bull team, it was already dark when they arrived at the crime scene.

An unfinished residential building stands below, with government vehicles flashing red and blue lights. There are very few people living in this area, let alone onlookers.

One of the floors was already completely cordoned off.

Led by Niu Dui, Wang Xiaoer and Qing Hemiao crossed the cordon and entered one of the rooms, where they immediately saw a corpse covered with a white sheet.

Without time to think, he quickly followed the bull team to the local police officer in charge to negotiate.

Qinghe Miao did not follow.

He took out the staff he had brought with him from the system equipment bar, using the excuse he had made on the way, and headed straight for the corpse.

During that time, even though there was a bull team leading the way, no one came to ask about it.

Beside the body, a forensic doctor in a blue coat was squatting down conducting a preliminary examination, completely unaware of the danger.

"Ouch!"

A wail caused everyone to turn around at the same time!

Qinghe Miao grabbed the forensic doctor by the back of his collar with one hand and threw him away from the body like a chick!

The forensic doctor fell to the ground with a thud, looking completely bewildered.

The local police officer's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately reprimanded:

"What are you doing? Stop messing around!"

His hand was already reaching for the gun at his waist.

Team Leader Niu and Wang Xiaoer exchanged a glance, realizing something was wrong.

Niu's hand instantly landed on the holster, while Wang Xiaoer prepared to strike.

In that split second, the "corpse," with its eyes wide open, shifted slightly.

He let out a low growl, his hands stiffly reaching for the air, as if he were about to sit up abruptly!

The local police officer's eyes widened and his mouth opened, but he couldn't make a sound.

The next second, Qing Hemiao's foot stomped hard on the zombie's head!

boom!

The zombie who had just sat up was stomped back onto the ground by him!

Immediately afterwards, with a whooshing sound, he thrust the staff in his hand into the walking corpse's chest!

The vital energy surged and poured in!

The walking corpse let out a mournful scream and convulsed violently.

After the remaining yin energy in the corpse was dispersed by Qing Hemiao's qi, it remained completely still.

The scene was deathly silent.

The local police officer looked completely bewildered.

Holy crap, this is unbelievable!

"I'm sorry, but the forensic doctor is too close; he could be bitten at any moment. To avoid creating more victims, I'll just take matters into my own hands."

Qinghe Miao put away his stick, turned around, and shrugged at the constables who were still in a daze:

"Some damage has been caused. I'm sorry to trouble you with the handling and cleanup of the body later."

The local official swallowed hard and nodded.

Chapter 120: That's a lie, who would know how to tell fortunes? (Pure spoilers)

The captain put away his gun, patted his still-stunned colleague on the shoulder, and said with the air of a seasoned veteran:

"Now you understand? There are hidden masters among the common people."

"That's amazing!"

Wang Xiaoer moved closer to Qing Hemiao and sighed, saying:

"I didn't sense anything when the zombie hadn't risen yet. How did you notice?"

He had just watched Qing Hemiao's attack and made an assessment in his mind.

The only downside is the low damage efficiency; it seems to rely entirely on physical attacks, requiring players to grind it down with their own mana.

Isn't there any special means to exorcise demons and eliminate evil spirits?

Do you remember Ma Xian's most famous methods?

Qinghe Miao tapped his head and mumbled:

"It's a talent. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But if you have a feeling that something's not right, then it's definitely accurate."

"I'm so envious..."

Wang Xiaoer shared his thoughts, then his expression turned serious as he fell into deep thought:

"However, you've probably figured it out too, haven't you? Things aren't that simple. They were probably bitten to death and infected by zombies. This means there are other zombies nearby."

Qinghe Miao looked at the system notification that he had just infected a zombie that was no more than level 10, and nodded.

He directly and definitively stated the answer from the original plot:

"Not only that. There are other people pulling the strings behind the scenes. They shouldn't be underestimated."

Wang Xiaoer frowned.

For him, dealing with a few zombies was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

But for ordinary people, that is the ultimate danger.

Moreover, walking corpses have some characteristics of zombies.

Those bitten to death by them will become new zombies due to the infection from their yin energy.

This is a harmful and evil practice.

Everyone has the right to execute him.

"We need to find them first."

Wang Xiaoer frowned:

"Should we use my magic circle to wait for them to come to us, or should you calculate it yourself?"

"I'll do it."

Qinghe Miao said:

"It would be better for everyone if we resolve it sooner."

A moment later, the officers learned something new.

Qinghe Miao found a plank and started a fire.

He placed the stand-in [Purple Hermit] into his equipment slot, pretended to hold the wooden plank while muttering incantations, and then threw the plank into the fire.

The flames licked the wooden planks, making a crackling sound.

A moment later, he used a stick to pry the plank out.

Several clear lines appeared on the wooden board.

It looks like a map, like lines, and it even marks a few special points.

The officers were dumbfounded.

"This...this is fortune telling?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

"Master, could you please tell me about my marriage prospects...?"

"This is a method similar to tortoise shell divination. In ancient times, before a war, shamans would throw tortoise shells into a fire and interpret the patterns to predict good or bad fortune."

Qinghe Miao casually made up a plausible explanation, pointing to the patterns on the wooden board:

"However, we're just finding a few dead people, which greatly reduces the difficulty of divination. We can just use wood."

The officers nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Wang Xiaoer was even more puzzled. He came closer and looked at the lines, and couldn't help but admire them.

His father had mentioned some similar methods to him, but it always felt somewhat different from what he actually knew.

Qinghe Miao had already packed up his things and dusted off his hands:

"Let's go, get our gear ready, and see what unorthodox methods are all about."

……

It was a dark and windy night.

The area is filled with abandoned buildings, overgrown with weeds, and most of the streetlights are broken, with only a few scattered lights flickering in the distance.

To say too much is just a tearful tale of a bygone era.

On the road between the buildings, a man and a woman were deliberately walking separately.

The woman was wearing a miniskirt and a low-cut top, carrying a delicate little bag. Her high heels made a crisp sound on the gravel, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

He occasionally showed a frightened expression, but seemed quite normal.