Terrifying Heavens: I Slay Demons by Painting Faces

"Awooo!!!"

The wailing inside the bronze-cornered golden coffin suddenly turned into a furious roar, and the entire coffin trembled violently, with foul-smelling slime and glutinous rice fragments spurting out from the gaps.

Seeing this, Chen Hengyi seized the opportunity to exert force, and with a flick of the iron rod, the coffin lid flew off.

"They're here!" he warned.

The contents of the bronze-cornered golden coffin were exposed to sunlight.

In an instant, plumes of black smoke rose up, the sight of the corpse's energy being obliterated by the power of the sun.

Within the thick black fog, a ferocious figure leaped forward, attempting to escape.

But then, the thick ink net came down, and the figure was pressed back into the coffin.

"ah--!!"

The zombie hissed and cried out.

But Chen Hengyi and the others were well prepared, so how could they possibly allow the other party to live?

The zombie was steaming under the sun, its corpse emitting a fumes that evaporated wildly like boiling black water. It struggled frantically.

The bronze-cornered golden coffin creaked and groaned under its violent impact, but the ink net tightly bound its movements.

The sunlight pierced its body like countless sharp swords.

"Give it your all!" Chen Hengyi roared, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, and threw it directly at the zombie's face.

"Crackling! Crackling!"

The glutinous rice exploded into sparks the moment it touched the zombie's skin.

Everyone used every method they could think of.

In less than half a minute, the bronze-cornered golden coffin fell silent.

At the same time, Chen Hengyi sensed the unusual movement coming from the black book, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Alright, alright." Chen Hengyi stopped Si Mu, who still wanted to waste more glutinous rice.

Jia Le peeked out and immediately shouted, "Dead! The zombie is dead! It's turned into stinking water!"

Chen Hengyi looked into the coffin, but there was no sign of the zombies. There was only a pool of foul-smelling corpse water and a large amount of blackened glutinous rice soaking in it.

He frowned. "It stinks!"

The bodily fluids smelled terrible, and he didn't want to look at them anymore.

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over.

Si Mu was also relieved: "If that beast had escaped, we would have been doomed."

A zombie that can withstand being besieged under the blazing sun for so long, and then suck human blood at night, is simply unstoppable.

Si Mu was also curious. It seemed that Chen Hengyi could foresee the future. Could it really be the ancestral master manifesting his power?

Or is Chen Hengyi the grandmaster's biological son?

That's really strange.

Master Ikkyu chanted a Buddhist prayer, drawing everyone's attention. Then he pointed to the dozen or so Qing soldiers and said, "Could you lend a hand and give these people a proper burial? This old monk will chant sutras for their salvation."

At this moment, Master Ikkyu noticed that Chen Hengyi was looking at him. He paused and then explained, "The Buddha is merciful. After death, all karma is extinguished. This old monk should recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra to guide his soul."

Chen Hengyi shrugged indifferently: "It's not a problem that the master has a compassionate heart."

"Amitabha Buddha, the layperson's Vajra methods enabled him to escape the sea of ​​suffering, and also showed compassion!"

Chen Hengyi chuckled lightly, ending the mutual flattery.

Fortunately, Chizuru had several apprentices. The group found a place to dig a pit, while Jiale removed the clothes from the Qing soldiers.

These days, a good piece of clothing is very precious; even a cotton-padded jacket can be passed down as a family heirloom.

As for the idea that clothes worn by the dead are unlucky, the people of Maoshan say they are not afraid of that at all.

Everyone was busy.

Chen Hengyi turned his gaze to the two young princes and walked over with a smile.

"Have you two finished memorizing?"

Wu Shilang stammered, "Young...young man, we...we haven't finished memorizing it yet..."

Chen Hengyi waved his hand dismissively and asked directly, "The Treaty of Nanjing, speak of it."

The two opened their mouths, but it was as if a stone was stuck in their throats, and they couldn't say anything.

The young prince gripped the booklet tightly, his knuckles white, his voice almost forced out through clenched teeth: "You...you've gone too far!"

Chen Hengyi sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife: "This is going too far! The Qing Dynasty signed these humiliating treaties that ceded their sovereignty, how come that's not considered going too far?"

"What? You signed so readily, don't you even remember what you signed?"

Chen Hengyi suddenly drew the pistol from his waist.

Upon seeing this, Minister Wu immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, pleading, "Spare me! Spare me!"

"That's none of our business; the prince wasn't even born back then!"

Although the young prince was terrified, resentment still lingered in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you kill me, the imperial court will not let you off!"

"The imperial court?" Chen Hengyi scoffed as if he'd heard a joke. "What imperial court is there now? Puyi has become a puppet of the Japanese. You're still dreaming?"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Hengyi suddenly raised his hand, pointing the gun at the young prince's forehead.

"No—" Wu Shilang screamed and lunged forward to stop him.

boom!

Gunshots rang out, and the young prince fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his forehead. His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe it even in death.

He's a prince, how could you just kill him like that?

Minister Wu froze, then let out a heart-wrenching cry: "Brother! Brother!"

Chen Hengyi looked at him expressionlessly and said coldly, "Your turn."

Wu Shilang trembled and turned to run, but before he could take two steps, he followed in his master's footsteps.

In the distance, Si Mu and the others shook their heads upon seeing this scene.

Perhaps he felt that Chen Hengyi was too ruthless, or maybe he felt a little relieved, but no matter what, Jia Le came over to move the body.

As he passed Chen Hengyi, he asked, "Brother Yi, what if they memorize it?"

Chen Hengyi said calmly, "The fact that they can memorize it in such a short time shows that they are exceptionally intelligent. If they hold a grudge and want revenge, they will definitely be a great scourge and must be eliminated."

Jiale shrank back, not daring to ask any more questions, and hurried off to bury the person.

As the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Chen Hengyi was not afraid of the Manchus' revenge if he left, but if he killed these people here and let the young prince go...

Who knows if Simu and the others will be affected?

Chen Hengyi returned to his room and took out the black book.

The calamity of the thousand cranes has vanquished, the evil spirits have been eliminated, and all is well.

There are signs that the black book is about to turn to its second page.

Ignore it completely and look at the reward.

The black book's conclusion flickered, and then Chen Hengyi saw new text appear.

[Hiring the Four Ghosts Drum Band: The Ghosts Drum Band will perform for you anytime, anywhere. Their music has a unique power to immerse you in the experience, but they need to pay wages of 3,000 ghost coins per month.]

If you are generous and don't delay paying wages, the drum and gong troupe will continue to expand and recruit, making it even more powerful. Otherwise, they will go on strike.

"The Four Ghosts Drum and Gong Band?"

Chen Hengyi was somewhat puzzled, as there was nothing written on the black book.

It's not a physical object, but a supernatural power or magic?

As for the gong and drum troupe, Chen Hengyi was naturally aware of it.

The instruments used in a typical percussion troupe vary depending on the number of members.

But basic gongs, drums, cymbals, and suonas will all be present; these are used to keep the rhythm for the performers on stage or to create atmosphere...

As for this four-ghost drum and gong band...

He thought for a moment, then suddenly blurted out, "Exploring the Underworld!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of rapid drumbeats suddenly filled the air, their tone eerie, as if someone were going to the underworld.

"Exploring the Underworld" is also known as "The Executioner".

Simply put, it's the story of Bao Zheng going to the underworld to judge cases.

"Thump—clang!"

A muffled drumbeat rang out, followed by the sharp, trembling sound of cymbals tearing through the silence, as if an unseen hand were striking bronze objects in the void.

"Thump thump thump! Crack—!"

The drumbeats gradually intensified, sometimes short and sharp like the knocking of wronged souls, and sometimes drawn out in long notes, like the soul-guiding banners fluttering in the wind on the road to the underworld.

Then came the suona horn, piercing and long!

It seemed as if someone was urging them on, crying out for justice, surrounded by a horde of ghosts, their wails and howls sounding like ghosts wailing...

Chen Hengyi frowned, because the background music for this Yin Mountain exploration was completely different from what he heard in the real world!

It's like a version from the underworld.

"stop!"

The sound disappeared in an instant.

"This four-ghost drum band is from the underworld!" Chen Hengyi looked around but didn't find anything there.

"Uh... he still needs some training."

Chen Hengyi rested his chin on his hand in thought, then suddenly seemed to remember something and blurted out, "The Internationale!"

"Thump—"

A drumbeat sounded, but then the Four Ghosts Drum Band seemed to encounter a small problem.

Not only did the drumming sound become strange.

The other instruments also became disordered.

Finally, the suona rang out with a sharp, swirling sound.

It's as if they're asking, "Are you alright?"

At this moment, Chen Hengyi understood that the Four Ghosts Drum Band might really have four ghosts, but their playing style was very sinister.

Although he still wanted a more conventional drum and gong troupe, this one would do.

We'll just have to work things out after that.

As for the ghost money... his family's Heaven and Earth Bank has tens of trillions in face value!

At this moment, Chen Hengyi looked at the black book, which contained the same text as before.

[A page reveals a world; should we move forward or linger to vanquish demons?]

"I'm not keeping it, but I need to see how many days this automatic page-turning feature can last."