When Long Xing arrived at the cemetery, although it was noon, the sky where the cemetery was located was foggy and the visibility was very low, giving people an eerie feeling.
This cemetery is commonly known as the vertical graveyard. There is a saying that a coffin buried vertically with a lantern made of leather is a very dangerous thing. Evil people peel off human skin and make it into lanterns, which are said to be able to imprison the soul and prevent the deceased from reincarnation.
That kind of pain is not something people in the world can understand. The anger of the imprisoned soul will accumulate in the lantern and become thicker and thicker.
If one day a lantern is lit by someone inadvertently, what awaits him will be the destruction of his family and the harm to his descendants.
This kind of vicious thing is called primer evil.
And this vertical grave mound is even more outrageous. After death, people are required to be buried in the ground. Even if they are cremated, they must be buried in the ground. But if you bury the person upright in a coffin after death, you will not be able to live in peace and contentment.
You have to stand even when you die, just like the terracotta warriors and horses in the Qin Mausoleum, with their souls and bodies nailed there. If the deceased is uneasy, he will become resentful, and if the resentment persists, the corpse will produce double the amount of corpse poison.
Under the influence of corpse poison, the corpse will not rot easily, and the corpse that does not rot will continue to generate resentment. This cycle repeats, and the resentment accumulates more and more. If not dealt with in time, a zombie king controlled by corpse poison will form.
His soul is full of injustice, prone to death, and evil spirits are born, causing harm to all living beings within a hundred miles. It would be a real catastrophe and devastation of life, just like nuclear pollution, making it difficult to guard against.
The Taoist priest didn't know that he had a grudge against someone in the village, and he had a life-and-death hatred. He actually brought the dead body of his secular father here and built a vertical burial mound without telling the villagers.
Soon the cemetery was filled with smoke, and nearby villages were also affected. The director of Xiaokunshan noticed something unusual and sent someone to investigate. Only then did he find out that this cemetery was a dangerous place and someone had done it deliberately.
After the tomb was formed, the resentment was already great, and the abbot brought several people with profound moral integrity to suppress it. However, the zombie king has already taken shape. It cannot be dug up or burned, so it can only be suppressed.
Then borrow the auspicious treasures of Buddhism to resolve the evil spirit. Slowly dissipate the resentment inside, and it will take some time. Eventually, the resentment will be exhausted, and the zombies formed by the resentment will turn into ordinary corpses.
The village that was harmed by the disaster has already declined, and most of them have been moved away. Later, after the Mohist family arrived, they built a Mohist family compound nearby. This grave mound had little impact on the Mohist family. Maybe the zombie king had been suppressed long ago and lost all his power, or maybe the old man of the Mo family was too powerful to influence him.
But now, Long Xing seemed to feel from the abnormal sound of the bell that there was a strong aura of injustice in the grave mound, and there was a soul force absorbing this resentment.
I don’t know if the bell plays a suppressive role or if it is absorbing the power of the wronged soul. The strangeness made Long suspicious, and he followed the feeling to the grave mound.
The vertical grave mound is foggy, and the sky in the distance is glowing with a ray of yellow. It is said that the zombie king in this vertical grave mound cannot see blood, otherwise the talisman that suppresses him will lose its effect.
Once it smells blood, it will be resurrected with full blood and its power is endless. Long Xing walked around the vertical grave mound. This place was not big, but it looked far-reaching.
There is always a kind of miserable cry and sharp scream in the distance, which penetrates into the ears with the wind.
Long Xing's purple eyes didn't seem to be that useful in this vertical graveyard. There was always a resentful energy that blocked his sight, making it impossible to see the depth here clearly.
Feeling the incoming wind, the misty yin energy directly turned into resentment and filled the air upwards. Longxing Niwan Palace moved and wanted to use mental power to pry, but as soon as the threads entered the ridge, they were torn apart one by one by a thick layer of sticky objects.
Long Xing withdrew his mental power thread and walked inside. He wanted to find the source of the sound and find out what was going on.
Long Xing quickly approached the center of the grave mound. Where the sound came from, except for a pool of blood on the ground, there was no trace of anyone.
"Blood? How come there are blood stains here? Could it be that besides the legendary ghost, there are other ferocious things hiding there?" Seeing the blood stains, Long Xing became alert. When his Dantian moved, an ink-colored spiritual power rushed to his back. , ready to take action at any time.
Long Xing looked around warily, squatting down to check the blood stains.
The blood was still fresh. In addition to the scarlet red seeping into the ground, Long Xing also saw a few broken bones and things stained with flesh and blood.
This should have been left by the victim. I wonder where he is?
Long Xing doubted in his heart that if it were a ghost, it would at most collide with a person's body and absorb three souls. If it were the zombie king, it would definitely suck human blood when fighting people, and it wouldn't be like the blood stains on the ground. The flesh was torn apart and the bones were shattered, as if a pack of ferocious wolves and tigers had arrived and devoured the corpse completely.
Looking at the scarlet blood on the ground, Long Xing was muttering to himself in confusion. A hundred meters away to the left, another horrified scream sounded. Although the fog was very thick, judging from the sound, it was a woman, heart-rending. Screams.
Long Xing got up and rushed over two or three tall tombs as quickly as possible, heading straight for the direction of the screams. This time Long Xing could see clearly what was happening in the fog at close range.
Although it was just a back view, the bold Long Xing staggered in fright. He almost lost his footing and fell onto the graveyard.
In front of him is a monster covered with white hair, with a streamlined body, and the white hair all over the body is swaying in the mist like floating clouds.
He is tall and burly, a head and an arm taller than ordinary people.
Especially the ten hook-like fingers, like sharp blades. Long Xing had never seen such a monster before. He had read in the Classic of Mountains and Seas that the ordinary zombie king would become a ghost after becoming a demon. He could fly into the sky and into the earth, kill dragons and swallow clouds, move like the wind, and bleed wherever he heard it. Thousands of miles.
But the white-haired monster in front of him was worse than a ghost. It looked like a white-haired tiger. As ferocious as a tiger, he is a zombie-like monster.
The white-haired beast in front of Long Xing was holding the upper half of a woman's body with one hand, and holding one of the woman's broken legs with the other hand, and was bringing it to his mouth for chewing!
The woman's internal organs were left on the ground, with only a bloody scarlet stick attached to her body. Even so, the woman was not completely dead yet.
Seeing Long Xing's appearance, he cast a look for help with his distracted eyes. It's like this, even if it's saved, it's impossible for him to survive.
Although Long Xing sympathized with her, he didn't dare to take action rashly. He didn't know the depth of this white-haired beast. If he didn't do it, his own life would be in danger.
Long Xing calmed down his panic and leaned behind a tomb, observing the white-haired beast.
This thing looked extremely powerful. In a face-to-face confrontation, Long Xing was not very sure that he could defeat him. A woman weighing hundreds of pounds was like a mutt in the hands of the white-haired beast, swallowing a leg in one bite.
