Yunmeng Immortal Clan

"It really works!"

Song Zhiming sighed.

Then Song Zhimo and Song Hongshu together moved the broken pillar that was pressing down on the zombie.

Song Zhimo held this flag and poured his divine thoughts into it.

The armored zombie began to walk shakily, completely obeying Song Zhiming's orders and being manipulated at will.

Song Zhiming and Song Hongshu were overjoyed. If they could control such an armored zombie comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it would be like having an extra guard in their family.

Most importantly, zombies don't require spirit stones like puppets.

Zombies only need some flesh and blood to maintain basic physiological functions.

"Uncle Zhimo, manipulating this armored corpse is a technique of demonic cultivators. Aren't we afraid of people questioning our family's ability to take in this armored corpse?" Song Hongshu was both happy and worried when she saw that her uncle was able to manipulate the armored corpse.

"What is good or evil? There is no such thing as good or evil in the world. The means are determined by one's heart. The key is whether the person using it is good or evil. If this armored corpse is used properly, it will bring blessings to the family. But if someone gets their hands on this corpse, it will probably cause endless harm!" Song Zhiming said calmly with a deep expression.

Upon hearing this, Song Hongshu had no further rebuttal.

Song Zhiming put the corpse into his storage bag. Storage bags are not meant to store living people, but zombies are inanimate objects and do not need to breathe like normal people. Therefore, placing this thing in the storage bag ensured that the armored corpse was not in any danger of dying.

After cleaning up the traces, the two of them fled out of the warehouse together.

Two Foundation Establishment cultivators from various families encountered most of the family cultivators during this time. They joined forces with these family cultivators to continue dealing with the affairs of Huanggang County.

The zombies have been completely dealt with by the cultivators sent by the Qinglian Song Clan.

However, there are still many mortals who have been bitten by zombies. These mortals are not as physically strong as the cultivators with spiritual energy protecting them. If they are treated in time and then nourished with spiritual energy, they can be saved from turning into zombies.

If it's dealt with too late, the corpse energy will have completely invaded the internal organs, but it hasn't reached the point of corpse transformation yet. In such cases, you can immediately splash it with filthy substances such as black dog blood to suppress the corpse energy.

In the city's traditional Chinese medicine clinic, countless people, their bodies shrouded in yin energy and bitten by zombies, lay sprawled on simple prayer mats.

"Hurry! This person's arm was bitten by a zombie, but the zombie poison isn't too deep. Applying glutinous rice to it isn't too late!" A cultivator from the Song clan urged hurriedly.

However, upon hearing this, the ordinary doctors in the clinic remained unmoved.

"How dare you! You only listen to the Immortal Master's words, but if this delays the treatment, can you take responsibility?" Huang Qiweng stepped forward and immediately flew into a rage.

Upon hearing this, the physicians present had no choice but to treat the patient according to the instructions of these cultivators from the Qinglian Song Clan.

As the Qinglian Song clan cultivator had predicted, after applying glutinous rice to the patient's wound...

The cold, lifeless aura lingering around the wounds of those mortals instantly turned into billowing white smoke. This method completely removed the lifeless aura from the bodies of those mortals with minor injuries.

Only after these injured mortals regained some of their composure did Huang Qiweng's expression soften.

But at that moment, Song Zhiming silently slipped over and stopped beside Song Zhiming's ear, saying:

"Magistrate Huang, I have investigated this massacre of corpses, and there are some things I find puzzling and cannot understand. Please enlighten me!"

Upon hearing this, Magistrate Huang tried his best to conceal his anxiety, but Song Zhiming still caught a glimpse of it.

After a moment, the magistrate of Huang County stammered:

"Whatever question the Immortal Master may ask, this county magistrate will answer to the best of his knowledge!"

"Through questioning, Song learned that at the beginning of the zombie outbreak in this area, the county magistrate transferred the garrison troops stationed near the warehouse to other locations. What was the magistrate's purpose in doing this?"

Magistrate Huang was initially somewhat flustered, but upon hearing these words, his expression changed drastically.

"Mobilize heavy troops from the granary to reinforce the other weakly defended areas!" In his haste, Magistrate Huang had no choice but to say this.

"Hehe, this map shows several other places where the zombie outbreak occurred. It just so happens that these places have deliberately mobilized county troops. Magistrate Huang, how do you explain this?" Song Zhiming slammed his hand on the table and stood up instantly, staring intently at Magistrate Huang in front of him.

At this moment, Magistrate Huang had collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale.

"My lord, the lives of my entire family are firmly in the hands of these people. If I don't follow their orders, my whole family will die!"

Song Hongshu originally thought that Magistrate Huang was genuinely working for the common people of Huanggang County.

After learning the truth, he now showed an extremely cold expression towards this person.

"Magistrate Huang, you did nothing wrong. You surrendered to these demonic cultivators for the sake of your own people's lives. But some things, once done, are done. Once you've done something, you have to be willing to pay the price!" Song Hongshu said.

"Speak! Tell me who is responsible for this zombie outbreak! I'll spare your life!" Song Zhiming's face was cold as he cupped his fingers under the head of Magistrate Huang.

But just as Magistrate Huang uttered a single word, his eyes instantly swelled up, bloodshot, and his brain exploded, followed by a painful scream.

Magistrate Huang then collapsed to the ground.

Within the pool of blood in its head, one could glimpse a long, cavity-like worm that seemed to be murmuring, diluting the paste-like substance in its brain marrow completely before turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing without a trace.

"It seems to refer to the character 'ten thousand'. Such methods resemble the witchcraft and sorcery of the cultivation world. To say that this was done by the demonic path seems a bit far-fetched!" Song Hongshu came to the corpse in front of her and examined the scene.

"Among demonic cultivators, it's not surprising that some know the art of witchcraft. Among the myriad arts of cultivation, witchcraft is considered a treacherous and cunning path, not unique to the people of the Southern Frontier!" Song Zhiming stroked his beard and snorted coldly.

"However, before that, we must slaughter the entire Huang County Magistrate's family, leaving no survivors!"

When Song Zhiming said this, his eyes were sharp and filled with an extremely cold intent.

Upon hearing this, Song Hongshu, who was standing next to her, felt a chill run through her body, straight to the top of her head.

He thought to himself, "Uncle Zhi Mo is indeed a Foundation Establishment cultivator who has been in the cultivation world for many years. I never expected him to be so ruthless. He is truly terrifying."

Song Hongshu dared not disobey Song Zhiming's opinion, and immediately led her clansmen to the gate of the Huang County Prefect's residence.