Stop pretending, the fake heiress is actually a master of metaphysics.

Lin Xiyue told them that if they really wanted to go home, they should go to the backyard, get some bamboo leaves, rub off the corpse aura on their bodies, and then go back.

The group looked at each other, but ultimately couldn't bear to spend a night in the same room with a corpse, so they all ran to the backyard to get mugwort and bamboo leaves to scrub their bodies.

The guild members moved some tables and chairs out of the restaurant and took turns on duty. The tables and chairs were put together to make do so that people could rest for a while.

The owner's two sons didn't leave; they stayed in the yard, guarding their father.

The guild members planned to take the person to the Xuanmen Special Crematorium at daybreak and burn them to ashes.

The boss's eldest son was sitting against the wall, half asleep, when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Son. Son! Wake up!"

He opened his eyes groggily, only to find that there was no one beside him.

"I'm your father, son! Help me! I'm not dead!"

father?

He stood up and searched around, but still couldn't see anyone.

"On the ground! I'm on the ground! What are you looking at!"

He looked down and saw his own father lying on the ground with his mouth stuffed with white glutinous rice, which looked quite funny.

"Father, you're not dead? But everyone says you are, and that you've turned into a zombie and they're going to cremate you."

"I'm not dead, don't believe them, save me quickly, it will be too late if we wait until dawn."

"How...how can I save you?"

He frantically groped around on the boss's body.

"Bite your fingertip and give me a little bit of your blood, just a little. Smear the blood on my mouth, nose, and forehead, and I'll be able to get up."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll bite my finger right now."

As he spoke, he bit his thumb hard.

Normally, it is very difficult for an ordinary person to bite through their own skin with their teeth.

Not to mention that the teeth are not sharp enough, most people cannot tolerate the pain.

But perhaps because he was so eager to save his father, he bit his finger until it bled.

Following the voice's instructions, he dripped the blood onto the corresponding spot.

The next moment, he suddenly heard a sharp shout: "What are you doing?!"

He suddenly came to his senses, and what came into view was a dark and terrifying face.

Long fangs had already grown out of its bluish-purple lips.

The glutinous rice that was originally stuffed into the mouth of the object to seal off the five senses turned into black, putrid liquid, which dripped and flowed all over the ground.

"Back off! Do you want him to bite you to death?!"

Lin Xiyue shouted.

However, it was too late.

He stared blankly at the zombie in front of him. The next moment, the zombie opened its mouth, turned its head, and bit his neck.

The boss's youngest son was terrified by the scene. He staggered and tried to pull his father away, but the zombie's dark, sharp fingers pierced his chest as easily as cutting tofu.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Even the mystical practitioners of the Xuanmen Guild felt nauseous upon seeing this scene.

Lin Xiyue yelled, "What are you all standing there for! After you finish eating those two, you'll be ready to eat us!"

They then seemed to awaken from a dream, and together they drew their glutinous rice, cinnabar, and peach wood swords and yellow paper talismans, confronting the zombie that had broken the seal.

"Watch out for its claws, lest they get infected with the corpse poison!!"

-

At four o'clock in the morning, Shen Nian took Song Daiqing to the Mountain and Sea Prison.

Unlike ordinary prisons, the Mountain and Sea Prison is located within an ancient array.

The main body of that great formation was an ancient painting. It is said that the painting depicted many strange and exotic beasts recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The scene was beautiful and mysterious, so the prison was named the Mountain and Sea Prison.

The opening time of the Mountain and Sea Prison is extremely special, only from 4:00 AM to 6:00 AM every day, and the visiting time is only one hour. Otherwise, you may be trapped in the Mountain and Sea Prison and unable to get out.

In addition, visitors who attempt to help prisoners escape will also be locked up inside.

Shen Nian held an ancient-looking wooden token in his hand, which was a pass to enter the Mountain and Sea Prison, and was called the Mountain and Sea Token.

The ancient painting now hangs high in front of the two of them.

Song Daiqing asked incredulously, "Yingwei is imprisoned inside this painting?"

"Quiet."

Shen Nian was too lazy to answer her question. The token in her hand glowed brightly, and the next moment, they appeared in front of a small, antique courtyard with black tiles and white walls.

Shen Nian hung the Mountain and Sea Token on her waist and pushed open the ancient courtyard gate.

Upon closer inspection, the courtyard revealed an even more hidden gem.

Before them lay a straight corridor that seemed to have no end.

On both sides of the corridor were rows of square rooms, which were prison cells.

In the Mountain and Sea Prison, there is no passage of time or the seasons; the sky is always gray and hazy, a false sky painted on the canvas.

Shen Nian led Song Daiqing into the corridor, the token at her waist glowing brightly. The next moment, the rooms in front of them changed, and a room with the same number as the token appeared in front of them.

Shen Nian raised her hand to open the door and saw Shen Yingwei inside, who had become so thin that she was no longer recognizable as human.

"...Shen Nian?!"

Shen Yingwei cried out and staggered forward.

Shen Nian stepped aside and pushed Song Daiqing forward: "You only have one hour. After one hour, I'll take you away."

After saying that, he considerately closed the door for the two of them.

Shen Nian, not intending to eavesdrop on the mother and daughter's whispered conversation, turned her attention to the monster in the opposite cell.

It was a monster that resembled a snake but was not a dragon, with a pair of half-horns on its head.

It must be a dragon that failed to transcend its tribulation.

Through the small window in the room, you can see a huge, pitch-black creature with its snake tail coiled up like a small mountain.

Shen Yingwei's fellow inmates didn't seem to be easy to get along with.

Oh, they're not even human, so there's no point in talking about getting along or not.

Just as Shen Nian was about to look away, the dragon suddenly opened its golden pupils.

"You... you don't seem to have any trace of life on you."

Shen Nian smiled and said, "What are you talking about? If I'm not alive, am I some kind of ghost?"

The dragon raised its enormous head, approached the small window, and carefully examined her from head to toe for a moment: "Your body is that of a living person, but your soul... I'm afraid it's not the original one."

"When I was in the water, I ate the souls of many children, men and women. I know best what the souls of the living taste like. You can't fool me."

"Oh, then you should be able to see that my cultivation level is not something a dragon that you, a mere dragon that has not yet become one, can provoke."

Shen Nian also examined it carefully for a moment: "27 lives lost, it's not unjust that you're locked up here."

"You...you can see that?"

Shen Nian sneered: "Of course."

Only then did the black dragon look at Shen Nian seriously.

"The scent on you... it's familiar, but I can't remember what it is."

The dragon moved even closer, as if its entire gaping maw was about to burst out: "Could you come closer? Then I can remember what that tastes like..."