The Undying Immortals of the Terrifying Heavens

When Chen Xing was resurrected, Ayou's mind went completely blank.

He was about to speak when Chen Xing cut him off: "Enough nonsense. Here are two pounds of your blood, made into a red potion. Let's see if eating it will grant you immortality."

Ajiu on the ground wanted to say something, but her jaw had been dislocated by Chen Xing, so she could only make "ah ah" sounds.

Chen Xingqian was making noise and worried about disturbing the neighbors, so he took a dirty cloth and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ayou: "I haven't asked Uncle Yan and the others about it yet."

"I'll keep it short. Uncle Dong fell down the stairs and was turned into a zombie by this guy. He should be at Aunt Mei's house now. Uncle Yan came to test the waters and was killed by Aunt Mei."

"How do you know all this?!"

Chen Xing waved his hand dismissively: "I can be resurrected after death, so isn't it normal for me to know a little more?"

When Ah-you heard this, he thought it made a lot of sense!

"Where are Uncle Yan's remains?"

"I don't know, maybe it was fed to zombies, or maybe it's hidden away."

As Chen Xing spoke, he walked toward a small room covered by a red curtain.

Upon entering, one finds urns piled high on the floor, with an altar on top, and a wardrobe wrapped with ink lines on the wall.

But Chen Xing's gaze was fixed on the area below the altar, where a tiny ghost with a large head and a small body, pale skin and bleeding facial features, was squatting on the ground, trembling.

"What are you looking at? Get lost, you brat!"

But the little devil cautiously stepped out, pointed to a small jar on the altar, and then kowtowed repeatedly to Chen Xing.

He reached out and took the jar in his hand, but instead of giving it to the other person, he walked away.

"This is your specialty, you handle it." Chen Xing handed the jar to Ayou.

Ah-hao asked curiously, "You're so decisive when it comes to dealing with people, why are you so soft-hearted towards a little brat?"

Chen Xing rolled his eyes: "I don't know how to fight ghosts."

Leave professional matters to professionals; he shouldn't act rashly when it comes to ghosts and spirits.

At this moment, Ayou's feelings were complicated. This guy was showing up for the first time, but why did he seem to know everything about what was going on here?

He knows more than this local guy.

But then he saw Chen Xing lift up a chair and sit down steadily.

"Is there anything else?"

Chen Xing looked at the time on the wall; it was still quite a while before midnight.

He wanted to hand Ajiu over to the underworld officials, but he didn't want to just wait around.

So, with Ajiu himself as a witness, Chen Xing borrowed all the cash from him.

Chen Xing had known a principle since childhood: taking something without asking is stealing. He had asked Ajiu, and she had no objection.

"Here's the money for the meal. I wasn't full earlier, so could you please pack two more portions? By the way, I don't like people using saliva to enhance the flavor of alcohol."

Ah-you held the few bills, feeling that it was all so absurd, but in the end he didn't say anything and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, Chen Xing began rummaging through drawers and cabinets. Finally, he found a thread-bound book called "Maoshan Qi Induction" on the bedside table. He opened it and saw that it was filled with dense notes.

This is clearly something Ah Jiu used for cultivation.

Chen Xing glanced at Ajiu, who was struggling on the ground, and then looked away.

Chen Xing slowly read through the pages, and soon Ah You returned with the packaged glutinous rice. Chen Xing asked him about it and learned that it was indeed a legitimate cultivation method.

Chen Xing was overjoyed and ate while watching. He also wanted to develop magical power. When he combined it with his immortality, wouldn't that be incredibly awesome?

When he saw that those who had achieved mastery in cultivation could guide their disciples to the beginning and sense the aura in advance.

"Hey buddy, hey, can you do me a little favor?"

Ah You was also curious about what would happen if Chen Xing, with his immortal body, practiced cultivation. So he didn't refuse.

He placed his hand on Chen Xing's wrist, and the next moment Chen Xing felt a warm current.

Chen Xing's eyes widened slightly, but then the heat disappeared without a trace.

"And then? Come on, buddy, give it your all!"

A hint of doubt flashed in Ayou's eyes. Three seconds later, the heat reappeared, but it disappeared again.

He let out a soft "hmm," changed his position, and tried to transmit the energy from Chen Xing's lower abdomen, specifically his dantian, but it still didn't work.

Finally, Ayou wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said, "Your dantian seems to be leaking; you can't hold your qi."

"Huh? Chen You, we're from the same clan, are you lying to me?"

Ayou rolled his eyes. Chen Xing was too pragmatic. If he was useful, he'd call him Brother You; if he wasn't, he'd call him Chen You.

Chen Xing didn't believe it, so the two of them conducted some small experiments, but the final result was still unchanged.

This is really bad news. If he is immortal but cannot cultivate magic power, isn't he just a walking piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh?

He asked if there were any martial arts techniques that involved internal energy or true qi, perhaps that could help?

"I don't have that kind of thing. Besides, your dantian can't hold qi. What use would it be if I gave you divine skills? Perhaps you can practice some kung fu that doesn't require dantian."

What Ah-you was referring to was the kind of simple physical training that improves resistance to blows, and the refinement of fighting and killing techniques into kung fu.

Chen Xing was a little annoyed for a moment, but he quickly put it out of his mind.

As the saying goes, there is always a way out. He can traverse all the heavens, so he refuses to believe that he cannot find a way.

After all that work, it finally came to 12 o'clock.

Chen Xing could clearly feel the temperature dropping rapidly. Ayou's expression turned solemn, and he lowered his voice before saying, "The underworld messengers have arrived!"

The door to Ajiu's house was open, and Chen Xing could see the billowing white mist rolling in like a tide.

A sense of oppression that made one's heart beat slower suddenly appeared. Without hesitation, Chen Xing grabbed Ajiu from the ground and dragged her into the corridor like a dead dog.

Ah Jiu, whose jaw was dislocated, shook his head immediately. He knew what Chen Xing was planning to do and wanted to beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Three tall figures stopped in their tracks. The Yin Cha was almost as tall as the ceiling, and he held a tattered oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

Chen Xing blocked their way with a blank expression, while the three underworld officials seemed to have not encountered such a bold person in a long time.

Upon seeing Ah Jiu, the three underworld messengers, especially the one in front, immediately extended their palms, which were covered in cloth and were as black as charcoal.

The frantically struggling Ah Jiu lost his life the moment the black hand touched him, and his body rotted rapidly as if he had been dead for years.

In just two or three breaths, only a skeleton remained on the ground.

Chen Xing's eyelids twitched, wondering if he could handle this move.

With Ah Jiu dead, Chen Xing's mission was half complete. Next, he needed to deal with the zombies, and Qian Xiaohao would be out of danger.

But the three underworld messengers, having taken Ajiu's life, did not leave immediately. The leader of the messengers raised his hand and pulled a thin, dark green bamboo strip from the tattered oil-paper umbrella.

It is shaped like a bamboo strip and is also one of the ribs of that oiled paper umbrella.

He made a whipping motion and then handed it over.

"For me?" Chen Xing was pleasantly surprised.

The undercover officer nodded.

As soon as he took the bamboo strip, the white mist on the ground suddenly churned, and in the blink of an eye, the three underworld messengers disappeared.

Chen Xing looked at the bamboo strip, bent it slightly, and even though both sides hit each other, it didn't break. It was very resilient, and he thought it was perfect for whipping people.

It feels cool to the touch, which is quite comfortable.

Chen Xing was very satisfied and immediately wrapped the bamboo strip around his hand twice to secure it.

It looks like a bamboo bracelet.

Upon re-entering, A-You asked curiously how things were going, and Chen Xing turned and threw down a skeleton.

"This is all that's left. Take it back, crush it up, ferment it, and use it as fertilizer. It might even be more effective than fertilizer."

Ah-you didn't understand what "Golden Fertilizer" meant, but he knew that these were Ah-jiu's remains.

"Are we going to Aunt Mei's house now?"

Chen Xing asked in surprise, "Why are we going to her house now?"

"Didn't you say that Rotten Mouth Winter was turned into a zombie? Let's get rid of him now!" Ah-you was clearly excited when he said this.

He had practiced his magic diligently for many years, and today he finally encountered a zombie.

He felt that he had lived his whole life for this day!

He used to act indifferent, but now that this moment has arrived, he can no longer remain calm.

Chen Xing sneered, "Are you stupid? Wouldn't it be better to let Uncle Dong sunbathe tomorrow at noon? Why do you have to risk your life in the middle of the night?"

"what?"

"Fighting zombies is such a dangerous thing, you can die if you're not careful. Do you think this is a movie where you have to do something reckless in the middle of the night?"

"That's true."