A bizarre resurgence begins with a pact made by a weasel.

The man raised his arm, and Xie Qing looked in the direction he indicated. It was a shady spot on Wuma Mountain, a valley with jagged rocks and sparse vegetation. Several streams even flowed into the valley along the ravines.

Although Xie Qing was not good at feng shui, he still understood that low-lying, waterlogged areas and the north side of the mountain were dead lands and absolutely unsuitable for building houses or tombs.

"It seems he's determined to make sure Du Shenge doesn't find peace even after death!!"

"Could it be that he left behind a zombie for the original owner?"

The man watched Xie Qing's expression and happily gnawed on the pig's head.

It's painful!

Even after his mother's death, he could not find peace.

Where is this?

He imitated Xie Qing's mannerisms, speaking in a affected tone:

"Young master, times have changed. Feng shui is no longer popular. Your mother is probably living a good life in the fields."

Xie Qing glanced at him and said indifferently:

"Take me there now."

"You can't rush it."

The man sneered repeatedly:

"This tomb cannot be explored during the day."

"We have to wait until nighttime when the spirit path is in motion."

Xie Qing was somewhat surprised.

"Shinto, she's probably not good enough for Shinto, is she?"

The spirit path is the main road leading from the entrance of the mausoleum to the core building in imperial tombs and noble tombs.

Du Shenge is a nun, who would repair these things for her? Xie Lan only wants to drain her of her lifeblood, she wouldn't have the time for such things.

"She is certainly not worthy."

The man's words carried a hint of reverence:

"That was opened up by the Lord of the Mountain; He is the master of this mountain. Everything in this mountain forest—those buried in the ground, those swimming in the water, and the birds and beasts in the shade—belongs to Him."

"That tomb too?"

"That was rented from Him by Xie Lan."

The man pointed to the house in the yard and continued:

"Today, you must stay here and not step out of your room before midnight. I will come to pick you up when midnight arrives, and then we will set off from the spirit path to the cemetery."

"And you?"

"Of course I don't live here."

The man chuckled strangely and walked outside.

"By the way, if it gets cold at night, feel free to take any of the furs here."

Xie Qing glanced at him and went straight into the house.

The room was fairly clean, but it had no windows.

There was nothing else in the room except a table, a chair, and a bed made of hay.

After scanning the room, Xie Qing sat cross-legged on the bed.

He closed his eyes and quietly rested.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already set.

He heard the wind.

The howling wind was violently battering the houses.

But he wasn't woken up by noise; he was woken up by the stench.

A foul stench seeped into the cracks of the room, like the smell of rotting fruit mixed with animal excrement. The smell grew stronger and stronger, and it did not dissipate with the strong wind.

Xie Qing slowly stood up.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

There was a sound coming from the door.

"Young Master, I've arrived."

"Please open the door."

The stench was even stronger, and it was mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Xie Qing pulled the doorknob.

The entrance was completely dark; there was nothing there.

"I'm sorry, young master, it's all because my fur is too dark."

Xie Qing covered her mouth and nose, only then noticing a patch of black hair stuck together outside the door. It seemed to be part of some kind of creature's body. It was so tall that just a part of its body blocked the door frame.

Its pitch-black color blended almost seamlessly with the night, so much so that Xie Qing didn't notice what was in front of him.

The thing bent down, its huge head sticking into the doorway and blocking it.

"Young Master, are you scared?"

That was a baboon's head.

Two bright red eyes, the size of a human brain, and strange patterns outlined in red and white fluid on a wrinkled forehead.

"It's me!"

As his lips parted, a surge of air rose, lifting Xie Qing's robes.

【Ding】

[Mountain demon detected - mandrill]

[Race: Mountain Spirit]

[Faction: Linzhou·Shanbe]

[Rank: E-]

[Special Skill: Unknown]

[Attributes: Strength E-, Root F-, Resistance F+, Spirit F, Agility E-]

[Originally an old ape in the mountains, living in solitude and subsisting on carrion. Over time, tainted by the stench of corpses, it transformed into a spirit.]

The baboon's eyes held a hint of mockery.

But unexpectedly,

Xie Qing wasn't afraid at all.

in contrast,

This is an excellent opportunity.

He clasped his five fingers together.

Swish!

He raised his fist and thrust straight in, his arm plunging into the baboon's eye.

Amidst screams, the fingers inside the eye sockets suddenly opened, then clenched again.

"I've found you."

With a flick of the wrist,

Xie Qing grinned maliciously, grabbed a wriggling, warm strip, and ripped it off hard.

Tear!

Amidst the splattering blood, a long, snake-like nerve, its tip tinged with white fluid, was ripped out.

"My eyes!!!"

"My brain, ahhhhhh!!"

The mandrill screamed repeatedly.

With frantic tearing, the flimsy house instantly crumbled into dust.

Xie Qing stomped his right leg and soared into the air, dodging the sweeping arm.

"Unfortunately, no reward was triggered."

"It seems the pain was still somewhat excessive."

Floating in mid-air, Xie Qing finally got a clear look at the mountain demon.

It resembled both an ape and a baboon. Even when crouching, it was over ten feet tall, draped in a pristine white robe. The robe was dotted with a few dark holes.

The courtyard, which was normal during the day, had changed drastically.

"This is!!"

Xie Qing pursed her lips tightly.

The wild boar on the butcher's block has transformed into a headless, fat man.

The hanging animal skins transformed into human skin.

Tigers, leopards, foxes, wolves, and rabbits transformed into men, women, old and young. They swayed in the wind, dark red juice continuously seeping downwards.

Xie Qing turned around coldly, and only then did he realize that the holes on the robe were clearly the seven orifices that had been cut off, and that it was a robe made of human skin.

Day and night, humans and beasts have been reversed.

Nighttime reveals the cruel truth.

"Fifth Young Master, spare my life!!"

"Spare me!!"

The mandrill rolled on the ground in pain, clutching its cheek and howling for mercy.

Xie Qing's body suddenly plummeted downwards, and he began chewing on gold.

suddenly,

The monster suddenly raised a cloud of dust, which completely blinded Xie Qing amidst the flying sand and stones. However, he did not move rashly but instead curled up and crossed his hands in front of him for protection.

He listened intently.

call!

The air is moving faster!

coming!

It's coming.

Xie Qing seemed to sense something.

He chewed the golden beans in his mouth.

"Melting Gold!!"

boom!!!

Golden flames suddenly shot out and collided with the oncoming giant python.

The flames pierced straight into that gaping maw.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

"My tail, my tail!!"

The tail of this mandrill was actually a giant python the size of a bowl.

Xie Qing's ears twitched slightly. He followed the direction of the sound and spat out several more mouthfuls of flame until the strong burnt smell masked the stench in the air.

"Young master, spare my life!!"

"Only I know where your mother's grave is!!"

"Only I know how to obtain the treasure; only I can open that coffin!!"

"I just wanted to scare you!"

Amidst the wailing, a notification flashed across the panel.

【Ding】

Moderate pain has been achieved.

[Special Skill - Divine Smell E - Release.]

Xie Qing rubbed her eyes.

pity.

It's only moderate.

"Place your right hand on this cutting board."

"What...what are you going to do?"

"I'll cut off one of your hands so you won't cause me any more trouble."

That little beast!!!

The mandrill cursed wildly in its heart, but seeing Xie Qing's indifferent appearance and thinking about its current miserable state, it dared not resist at all. So it timidly placed its arms on the meat counter and buried its head in its belly.

Xie Qing lifted the axe from the ground and swung it fiercely.

what! ! ! ! !

His arm snapped off amidst screams of agony.

"Next is the right leg."

The mandrill trembled all over: "Young master, I only have one leg!"

"Then cut it in half."

Looking at the blood-soaked youth, the mandrill felt a long-forgotten fear surge within it once more. It had a feeling that if it refused, the other party would definitely kill it in the next moment. This little beast was nothing like Xie Lan, not at all.

Xie Lan is cunning and obsequious, a venomous snake in the gutter, willing to endure anything for personal gain.

That little beast only cares about his own happiness; he's a complete madman.

It lay trembling on the meat counter, just like men, women, and children of the past, who could only wait in fear for the sharp blade to fall.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Amidst screams, Xie Qing lost half of her hairy calf.

"Now, take me to the cemetery."