The Undying Immortals of the Terrifying Heavens

Upon receiving this reply, Steward Wu nearly vomited and died.

The moment he had this thought, he saw Chen Xing's gaze fall on the young prince.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Chen Xing pondered for a moment: "Kid, your surname is Yehenara?"

The young prince trembled violently under Chen Xing's interrogation, but for the sake of so-called aristocratic dignity, he stubbornly refused to wet his pants.

"Yes! Yehe Nara Plain Yellow Banner!"

"Very well, that damned Empress Dowager Cixi messed things up, the Manchu Qing dynasty brought chaos to China. I disliked you all when I was in school, and now I've finally run into a Plain Yellow Banner!"

He was a scholar, and knew a little about history.

Chen Xing grinned, revealing his white teeth, while the only remaining steward and the young prince felt a tremor in their hearts.

Just then, Chizuru's shouts came from behind.

"Don't kill him! Don't kill him! Something terrible will happen!"

Chen Xing turned his head and saw that Qianhe was being pressed to the ground by Si Mu. Qianhe's four disciples, from east to west and north to south, were at a loss and dared not offend their master.

Four Eyes quickly covered Chizuru's mouth: "Oh dear, Ah Xing, hurry up and do your thing, don't worry about me!"

"Oh, Master Qianhe, it's alright. This was purely a personal grudge of mine. Just consider it as being robbed by foreign devils on the road."

Chen Xing raised his hand, and the young prince was so frightened that he closed his eyes, while Steward Wu's tears and snot streamed down his face.

But the knife didn't fall for a long time. Suddenly, Chen Xing spoke up: "By the way, I'll give you a chance. If you can do it, I'll let you go!"

"How is it!?"

Upon hearing that there was hope of survival, the two nodded vigorously.

"You say it, you say it, we'd be willing to go through fire and water for you!" Steward Wu said quickly, but Chen Xing seemed to find it a bit strange.

Chen Xing: "You don't need to go through fire and water. You just need to complete a small request... I'm going to take care of some things. Young Prince, please recite ten treaties that the Qing Dynasty signed with the foreign devils."

"Oh right, and it has to be a trilingual version in Manchu, Chinese, and English... Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Your family signed the treaty, so you can't forget anything that's been handled by you, right? Isn't that simple?"

Chen Xing smiled, but the two of them looked completely stunned.

Chen Xing turned around and picked up the gun from the ground, shouting, "Jiale, get me some paper. And if they dare to run, break their legs."

Jia Le was initially hesitant, as he only wanted to watch the show, but under the dangerous gazes of the four men, he obediently cooperated.

Soon, paper and pen were placed in front of the young prince, and the table was made up of the corpses of the four masters.

The young prince stared at the blood-soaked paper, his hand trembling as he held the pen, unable to write anything.

"My dear prince, hurry up and write it, or that guy will definitely not let us off the hook." Wu Guan glanced at Jia Le, who was supervising from the side, before urging the young prince.

Jiale didn't bring ink; he had the young prince write with blood on his hands.

On the other side, Chen Xing, Qianhe, Simu, and Yixiu stood in front of the bronze horn and golden coffin.

Chizuru sighed, "What are we going to do?"

Chen Xing killed them with gusto, but he was the one escorting the zombies, and the responsibility lay with him.

Chen Xing: "Don't worry, Daoist Qianhe, you'll be fine. If the things inside were really important, why would those Manchus send just a little kid to deliver them? Besides, it's the Republic of China now. Killing a few Manchus is just making them pay for their past blood debts."

Qianhe hesitated, but Simu patted her shoulder and said, "There's chaos right now, who knows what's going on? At worst, you can come with me to transport corpses and make a living."

Ikkyu: "Amitabha, this old monk sees that the corpse energy inside this coffin is lingering and not dissipating. Perhaps Benefactor Chen has also helped you, Daoist Qianhe, escape a calamity today."

Chen Xing took out a bag of glutinous rice.

"I can't stand that so-called royal family. They deserve to die even more if they become zombies. Today, I'll let that thing in here get a sunbath and wrap it up in glutinous rice to make a zongzi!"

Chen Xing kicked the coffin lid with great force, but the coffin lid did not budge!

Seeing this, Si Mu reached out and touched the coffin, then his brow furrowed a second later: "This is bad! What's inside has become powerful; the corpse energy is now tightly gripping the coffin lid, refusing to come out!"

Upon hearing this, Chizuru's heart skipped a beat. This zombie was already so powerful before it was even born. Could it be true, as Ikkyu said, that Chen Xing had helped her survive a calamity?

Even if Chen Xing didn't make a move, it would take them an unknown amount of time to reach the capital. If this zombie suddenly appeared, it would likely cause widespread death and destruction.

Since things had come to this point... he made a difficult decision.

Qianhe shouted, "East, South, West, North, untangle the ink net!"

A moment later, the ink net was untied, and Qianhe's brush, dipped in cinnabar, drew a talisman on the lid of the bronze-cornered golden coffin with a flourish.

Chen Xing glanced at it, but with his limited knowledge... he couldn't understand it.

But after Chizuru finished drawing the talisman, he bit his finger and touched the tip of the talisman.

"Hurry, so be it! Grant a pardon!"

The next moment, Chen Xing felt a chill in his body temperature, as if the sunlight around him had been sucked away.

But the bronze-cornered golden coffin burst forth with intense light!

With a loud bang!

The coffin lid was blown open, and a figure covered in black smoke rushed out of the coffin.

Zombies have appeared!!!

As expected, Qianhe and her four disciples were a professional team. As soon as the zombie showed its head, it was covered by a thick ink net.

The moment the ink net touched the zombie, it emitted a golden light and unleashed considerable power.

The zombie was trapped inside the inkwell and couldn't get out. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and endless yang energy was pressing down on it.

Soon there was no further movement.

Chen Xing looked at the bag of glutinous rice in his hand, which seemed a bit redundant... but since he had already taken it out, he couldn't let it go to waste.

Chen Xing didn't even look at it, and directly threw the whole bag of glutinous rice into it. In an instant, it sounded like firecrackers were going off inside the coffin.

The zombie let out a desperate wail, and Chen Xing couldn't bear to watch, so he quickly turned his head away.

"Young Prince, I've finished my business. Have you finished writing it yet?!"

Chen Xing's inquiry came as expected. He went over and saw that the paper was soaked in blood, with not a single word on it.

"Oh dear, Your Highness, are you so noble that you can't bear to see blood?"

Upon hearing this, the young prince seemed to see an opportunity to jump up and down: "The blood is too dirty, I..."

"Oh dear, it seems you Manchus are all kind people. So the Yangzhou Massacre and the Jiading Massacre were not your doing. After all, even the prince dares not shed blood, so how could he kill people?"

At this moment, Steward Wu seemed unable to bear seeing his master suffer. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed forward, saying, "The Thirteenth Prince is still a child. He doesn't understand anything. Please, be magnanimous and let us go."

"child?"

Chen Xing said earnestly, "That's true. After all, he's just a child, so I can't ask for too much."

Upon hearing Chen Xing's words, the two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Chen Xing delivered a powerful kick, striking Manager Wu's chin and tearing his skull open.

The young prince was dumbfounded and turned to run away.

"Run?" Chen Xing kicked the steel knife on the ground, and the knife pierced through the opponent's body like an arrow, pinning him to the ground.

The young prince wasn't going to die anytime soon. He wailed as he turned to look at Chen Xing, gritting his teeth, "I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."

When Chen Xing saw this, he thought, "Damn, he's so arrogant. Everyone here except him is a professional ghost killer."

They even dared to spout such arrogant words.

Chen Xing immediately pointed at Si Mu and the others and said, "Look at this! This is the arrogant Manchu prince. Even in death, he looked down on you Maoshan Taoists. In front of you all, he even wanted to become a ghost and come back for revenge. Isn't this an insult to your professional abilities?!"

Chizuru and the others, who had already dealt with the zombies, looked at each other in bewilderment. What Chen Xing said... actually made some sense.

Four Eyes: "Never mind, never mind, it's just kids saying things in anger... Jiale, go get the tools and wake up all these corpses again to dig holes and bury them."

Ikkyu: "Amitabha, monks are compassionate. Qingqing, go and bring out my wooden fish. Master, I need to chant sutras for these benefactors so they can be reborn today."

Chizuru looked around and, finding nothing for herself, called out to those in all directions to clean up the battlefield.

A large group of people were cleaning up Chen Xing's mess when Si Mu walked over and asked, "Do you have a grudge against them?"

"First, I dislike the Qing Dynasty. I hate that they treat everyone as slaves and make people kneel and kowtow all the time. It's disgusting... Second, if we don't get rid of those zombies now, Master Qianhe will suffer. If we don't kill them, things will definitely get difficult."

"So no matter what, they deserve to die."

Si Mu said with a clear look: "So it seems the killing was indeed the right thing to do. Actually, I don't like these Manchus either. So many of the clients I've worked for died because of their incompetence and corruption, which led to chaos in the country. It's the Republic of China now, and they still haven't given up."

Chen Xing nodded, and after a moment of silence, said, "However, just in case, I need to make some arrangements to prevent the fire from spreading to Qianhe, since I was the one who killed her."

Si Mu was curious and asked Chen Xing what he planned to do.

Chen Xing: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed!"

The next day, Chen Xing appeared outside the next town on Qianhe's journey, carrying a large backpack and holding the jar of the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu in his hand.

Instead of going into the city, he stuffed cinnabar, chicken blood, and other substances into the jar, then shook it frantically, and the voice of the female ghost Xiaoyu faded away in his ears.

next moment.

[Decree from the Heavens: Mission complete. You will return in three hours.]

Chen Xing's figure vanished instantly.

The next moment, everyone looked up, their faces filled with shock.

Further away, Simu and Qianhe, who had been following Chen Xing, were even more shocked.

"He actually planned this! But how did he manage to do that?"

A scene appeared in the sky, like a mirage.

Qianhe faithfully fought against the thief Chen Xing. Someone released zombies that wreaked havoc in all directions. Unfortunately, the prince and steward Wu were killed by the zombies.

The four eyes exclaimed in amazement at his incredible skill and chased after him, wanting to find Chen Xing and ask him how he did it.

But no matter how hard Chizuru and Simu searched, Chen Xing seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"This kid is really well hidden," Four Eyes muttered.

On the other side, within the border area.

Chen Xing looked at the stone tablet, lost in thought.

The Next World: The Haunted Village