From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

"Hehe..."

A strange sound came from the throat of Shen Yanting's corpse. The next moment, a chilling wind suddenly rose in the morgue.

With a loud "bang!", the wooden door to the morgue was suddenly slammed shut.

The already dimly lit room suddenly became even more dimly lit, with the flame inside the oil lamp wick growing weaker and weaker.

Finally, with a "poof," it went out completely.

The entire morgue was plunged into darkness, and an indescribable chill and eeriness gradually permeated the air.

"Mr. Zhang, Coroner Meng, what... what happened?"

Shen Yanqiu was terrified by this sudden turn of events, and her voice trembled in the darkness.

The coroner, Meng, remained silent. Zhang Zhixuan heard him take two steps back in the darkness, followed by rustling sounds, as if he were groping for something.

"Stand next to me and don't move." Zhang Zhixuan whispered to Shen Yanqiu, who responded with a low "Mm."

In the deathly silence around them, a series of chilling "crackling" sounds suddenly rang out, like bones and joints that had been stiff for a long time suddenly starting to move.

Then, a loud "bang" came from the wooden table, as if something had suddenly sat up on it.

"This is bad! Shen Yanting's corpse has come back to life!"

Zhang Zhixuan was startled and was about to make a move when a pale white flame suddenly lit up the originally dark morgue.

The flames illuminated a face, and Zhang Zhixuan and Shen Yanqiu were stunned to see the wrinkled old face. It turned out that the person who lit the lamp was Meng the coroner.

The two saw that the coroner Meng gestured for them to be quiet, and then gestured for them to look at Shen Yanting's body.

At this moment, Shen Yanting's corpse indeed sat up.

Shen Yanting's upper body was initially slumped on the wooden table, but then, with a series of "crackling" sounds, his spine was straightened vertebra by vertebra, and he sat up upright.

Silence, deathly silence.

Three people and a corpse, all in this terrifying silence, sharing a room, the atmosphere indescribably eerie.

"Hehe..."

The corpse of Shen Yanting made a strange sound from its throat once again. The group watched as his neck made a series of chilling "crackling" sounds, twisting 180 degrees so that his face was turned back to stare at the wall. Then it slowly turned back and finally looked at the coroner Meng, who was holding a lamp.

The coroner, Meng, raised the lamp, its flame burning a ghastly white, and waved it near the resurrected Shen Yanting, then muttered:

"We respectfully invite our ancestral master, Judge Song, and the divine power of our revered teacher, Gao Yao."

Yin and Yang are distinct, life and death are predetermined; right and wrong must be clearly distinguished.

There is now the body of the deceased Shen, who died a violent death and remains unjustly imprisoned.

The disciple has been ordered to examine the body, uncover the truth, and clear the name of the innocent.

May all spirits and deities not disturb me; may the local earth god and city god protect me on my journey.

If any evil spirits dare to cause trouble, they will be struck down by heavenly lightning without mercy!

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Suppress!"

After reciting the incantation, the coroner Meng suddenly pulled out a yellow talisman covered in incantations from somewhere and, with lightning speed, stuck it on Shen Yanting's forehead with a "slap".

The moment the yellow talisman was placed on Shen Yanting's forehead, sure enough, the corpse stopped moving, as if it had been frozen in place.

Seeing this, the coroner breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "This corpse has too much resentment; it's risen from the dead. Fortunately, this old man still has some tricks up his sleeve..."

However, before he finished speaking, the yellow talisman on Shen Yanting's forehead suddenly burst into flames, and the previously still corpse abruptly changed from sitting to standing upright.

Due to the violent movement, the incision that hadn't been stitched up before the body was instantly torn open, and the flesh rolled back to both sides, as if a pair of hands were tearing it apart from the inside.

The laceration grew larger and larger, revealing the black and purple ribs behind the incision. The group could see something wriggling between the ribs.

When the group finally saw what the wriggling thing was, they gasped in shock.

They were clumps of black threads, like strands of hair, now seemingly alive, burrowing throughout Shen Yanting's corpse.

The tips of those black threads twisted wildly in the air, as if searching for something. The next second, countless black threads poured out from the crack, more and more, denser and denser.

Countless dense black threads emerged from the nostrils, ears, corners of the eyes, and other openings of Shen Yanting's corpse, instantly enveloping his entire body.

His face appeared and disappeared among the dense black threads; it was no longer the bluish-gray of a dead man, but had turned into an eerie black.

At the same time, the long, narrow incision made on Shen Yanting's body during the autopsy began to change, gradually transforming into a terrifying mouth. The mouth, formed from the incision, opened and closed, and sharp fangs began to grow from the mangled flesh inside his abdomen.

"Ah! Ah!"

Shen Yanqiu witnessed the horrific transformation of her brother's corpse and couldn't help but scream in terror. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground on the spot.

The coroner, Meng, was also terrified by the horrific transformation of the corpse, his face turning deathly pale. He took several steps back, accidentally knocking over the tool rack behind him, causing the knives, saws, iron hooks, and other tools on it to clatter to the ground.

Zhang Zhixuan remained indifferent, coldly staring at Shen Yanting's corpse, which was undergoing a horrific transformation.

The next second, Zhang Zhixuan strode forward, simultaneously forming a hand seal with his left hand and slamming his right palm directly onto the forehead of Shen Yanting's corpse.

As Zhang Zhixuan moved, a dark golden light emanated from his palm, accompanied by Zhang Zhixuan's soft shout: "Corpse Suppression Seal!" Shen Yanqiu and the coroner Meng witnessed this.

"Snap!" A crisp sound.

The moment the palm print landed on Shen Yanting's forehead, Shen Yanting froze, and the black threads that had been surging wildly on his body stopped writhing.

With a thud, the body slumped to the ground. Zhang Zhixuan reached out another hand and pressed it onto Shen Yanting's corpse: "The magistrate's hand!"

The moment Chao Fengshou unleashed his power, the countless black threads that had covered Shen Yanting's corpse let out a sharp, piercing howl, as if they had been scorched by fire, and quickly retracted, shrinking back into a ball in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Zhixuan took out a golden talisman to ward off evil and quickly placed it on the black thread.

With a whoosh, flames ignited, followed by a pungent, acrid smell that made one want to vomit.

In the blink of an eye, the black threads burned away completely, turning into ashes, and Shen Yanting's corpse became completely still.

The next moment, a familiar light blue screen lit up in front of Zhang Zhixuan's eyes.

[Successfully prevented a demonic zombie transformation; Coroner Proficiency +20]

This was the first time that coroner Meng and Shen Yanqiu had encountered such a situation, and it took them a while to recover from their fear.

The coroner, Meng, gave Zhang Zhixuan a thumbs-up and exclaimed with lingering fear, "Mr. Zhang, you are truly skilled! If it weren't for you here today, this old man would have been finished."

Zhang Zhixuan smiled and waved his hand, remaining silent.

Shen Yanqiu was terrified, staring blankly at his brother's corpse for a long time before finally turning to Zhang Zhixuan: "Mr. Zhang, what do we do now?"

"Currently, I have only used magic to suppress the abnormal changes in your brother's body, but this is only temporary. The only solution now is to completely burn the body."

After Zhang Zhixuan finished speaking, Shen Yanqiu's eyes widened in disbelief as she exclaimed, "Burned...burned?"

"Yes, it can't be kept; it must be burned."

Upon hearing this, the coroner, Meng, quickly nodded in agreement, saying, "Mr. Zhang is right. This is no ordinary dead person. If the corpse completes its transformation, it could become a considerable scourge! It absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

"Burn...burn my brother..." Shen Yanqiu's expression was conflicted, and her voice was trembling.

"The evil magic within your brother has been activated. I don't know how long my methods can completely suppress it. If we don't burn it, and the corpse undergoes further mutations, not only your brother, but many more innocent people will suffer."

Shen Yanqiu stared blankly at her brother's unrecognizable corpse on the ground, her hands clenched tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Zhang Zhixuan and the coroner Meng watched him quietly, waiting for Shen Yanqiu to give an answer.