There was a continuous drizzle in the dark night, occasionally mixed with thunder, which made the surroundings a bit eerie.
The three of them walked quickly on the muddy official road in the rain. Their clothes were soaked unknowingly, and the two young people couldn't help but breathe to keep warm.
The leading man was about forty years old, his hair was somewhat white, and his straight eyebrows highlighted his righteousness.
The man was wearing a khaki Taoist robe. He was from Maoshan. His original name was no longer used when he entered Taoism, but his common name Jiu Shu was quite famous in southern Guangdong.
Uncle Jiu held the compass in one hand and kept making gestures with the other, as if he was searching for something.
"Master, we haven't reached our destination yet. If we continue like this, I'm afraid I'll get cold."
The person who spoke was Uncle Jiu's second disciple. He had small eyes and a flat nose. He was actually more like a market person than a practicing Taoist priest.
"Wencai, if you could train your Qi hard, you wouldn't have failed to build a foundation until now."
Although Uncle Jiu scolded him with a straight face, when he saw that his disciple was suffering from the cold, he looked for a place to take shelter from the rain, planning to wait until early tomorrow morning before rushing on the road.
Another disciple, Qiu Sheng, was much smarter. He saw a firelight at the end of the official road. It vaguely seemed to be some kind of house, but it was too far away to see clearly.
"Master, look..."
Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes and nodded. He found that it was a temple and was about to leave.
"Wencai, Qiu Sheng, you two should stay calm and don't annoy others."
Wen Cai chuckled: "If I see a merchant later, I can help them read their faces and ask for some food."
Qiu Sheng couldn't help but ask: "When did you learn to read faces?"
"Just now, I got an idea from my hunger."
"Don't be ridiculous."
Uncle Jiu glanced at the two of them and pinched his temples with a headache.
"This is Jiangsu and Zhejiang, not southern Guangdong. If you get into trouble, no one will help you."
"Don't worry, Master, we're going first."
Wencai and the two couldn't wait to go towards the temple. Uncle Jiu quickly followed behind. As they walked, he couldn't help but look around.
The clouds obscured the moonlight, and the sound of crows crows could be heard in the dark night.
Uncle Jiu wanted to bite his index finger and put blood on the compass, but when he saw that the pointer did not change, the ruined temple should be fine.
Then he thought about the purpose of his trip, and he couldn't help but feel a little more worried.
Several people approached the fire, and Uncle Jiu was slightly surprised. He noticed that this was not a temple, but a dilapidated village.
Maybe because no one has been there for a long time, you can clearly smell the mildew smell emanating from it.
Wen Cai smiled sarcastically. He felt fear when things happened and couldn't help but said: "How about... let's forget it. It shouldn't be far from Gusu City anyway."
Qiu Sheng seized the opportunity and shook it off: "Are you scared? You are from the Maoshan family after all, and you don't even dare to go to Yizhuang?"
Uncle Jiu ignored the two disciples arguing with each other. He walked slowly towards Yizhuang, but stopped under the eaves.
It wasn't because he was afraid, it was mainly because the compass in his arms vibrated.
"Be careful, this Yizhuang is a bit weird..."
Just as Uncle Jiu turned around to remind him, he found that his two disciples had already walked in and were making a lot of noise among them.
He shook his head helplessly and stepped into Yizhuang.
Indeed, as Uncle Jiu said, there was something strange here. The three of them could find many traces of fighting on the walls and floor tiles.
There are traces left by swords and slashes, and there are also traces left by wild beasts.
The traces of wild beasts are the most obvious. There are not only black bears, but also apes and wild boars. I don’t know why several kinds of beasts come together.
Fortunately, the traces were left earlier, probably several months ago.
There was a bonfire burning in the Yi Zhuang, but the flames were almost extinguished. It could be seen that the passers-by who had taken shelter here had not returned for a long time.
"It's just right, let's hang some clothes to dry."
Qiu Sheng and the others filled the bonfire with some firewood, then took off their clothes and prepared to dry it.
"Master, you are also wet."
Uncle Jiu didn't reply. He took out the compass and dripped blood on it again. As a result, the pointer trembled and quickly returned to normal.
"The feng shui of this place is not that bad. It may not be easy to give birth to zombies, but why is it so unusual? It's really weird."
He walked around Yizhuang. Most of the houses were on the verge of collapse. With ventilation on all sides, it was impossible for Yin Qi to gather.
One of the rooms was tightly closed. If Uncle Jiu wanted to get in, he would have to force it open, but the village was on the verge of collapse, so he had to forget it.
He didn't notice anything strange for the time being. Although there were many coffins inside, they were all empty. Even if there were corpses, they had already been taken away by passing wild beasts.
The most surprising thing is that there should have been a few passers-by in Yizhuang.
Now he has lost his trace. In such a rainy night, it cannot be because he left in a hurry.
At this time, he heard a strange rustling noise. He was about to react, but found that it was coming from a rat crawling in the corner.
Just in case, he checked the compass again, and after seeing that there was no change in the pointer, he returned to the Yizhuang Hall to keep warm.
Little did he know that not long after Uncle Jiu turned around and left, the mouse in the corner suddenly let out a shrill scream.
It was dragged by the white silk thread towards the closed room, and soon became silent.
Uncle Jiu took off his Taoist robe and propped it up on a branch, then took out some moist dry food and planned to put it on the fire to heat it up.
"You have to be careful when going out. Do you two think it's just an outing?"
Qiu Sheng had already taken some hay and piled it up not far from the bonfire, and planned to sleep there: "Huh, Jiangsu and Zhejiang are too peaceful. There are no monsters here."
Wen Cai yawned and said, "Master, why don't we stop chasing zombies and wait until we get to Gusu City to find a wealthy family and enjoy ourselves for a few days."
"Nonsense, these four zombies are involved in too much trouble and must be settled as soon as possible. We finally found clues to one of them, so how can we give up halfway?"
The two disciples did not dare to say anything. Uncle Jiu ate some dry food, then sat cross-legged by the campfire and closed his eyes to rest.
As time passed, the sound of rain gradually stopped, but the temperature of the air had already dropped, and the biting humidity filled the air.
Qiu Sheng woke up from the cold in a daze. He found that his master was still meditating, so he thought about changing someone to keep watch.
He kicked Wencai so hard that the latter almost jumped up from the ground and almost threw his head into the bonfire.
The two couldn't help but started arguing again, and they didn't stop until Uncle Jiu opened his eyes.
"It will be dawn in two hours. Then we will leave here and don't cause any trouble."
"It's Master."
Qiu Sheng made a threatening gesture to Wen Cai, then got up and went to relieve himself outside Yizhuang.
Wen Cai glanced at the other party's back angrily.
He suddenly planned to go to scare Qiu Sheng, but Uncle Jiu caught him and caught him.
Qiu Sheng walked out of Yizhuang. At this time, most of the clouds had dispersed, and the moonlight made the ground have a different kind of haziness.
He whistled and took off his pants in the wind, and the hot air came out of his body along with the water.
At this moment, countless white threads spread along the corner of the wall, heading towards the unsuspecting Qiu Sheng.
What's creepy is that the end of the white silk thread is connected to a weird head.
The head looks like it is spliced together with white silk. It is obvious that you can see the countless gaps on it, and the same is true in the open mouth.
Its eyes were fixed on Qiu Sheng's neck, and then it swayed closer, like a weird long snake.
After Qiu Sheng finished urinating, he was about to put on his pants when he suddenly felt something on his shoulders.
"Stop it, Wencai, how could you scare me with your little trick..."
He glanced and smiled and turned his head, just in time to face the head at close range, and their lips touched together.
"Oh my god, there is such a ghost!!!"
Qiu Sheng had been exposed to zombies since he was a child. He jumped back to avoid them very quickly, then wiped his mouth and ran towards Uncle Jiu.
The two people in the room also heard the noise outside. Uncle Jiu pulled out the wooden sword from his waist and planned to go forward, but was stopped by Wen Cai.
"Master, it's probably Qiu Sheng who is deliberately trying to scare people. Don't be fooled."
Qiu Sheng hurried in just in time. He didn't even put on his pants when he walked, which showed how rushed he was.
"Damn it, I remember you."
He pointed at Wen Cai and couldn't help cursing. He was so surprised that even his trousers were wet.
Uncle Jiu was about to ask when he suddenly saw Bai Ying rushing toward Qiu Sheng from the corner. He quickly touched the wooden sword with his finger and threw it out like a hidden weapon.
The wooden sword fell to the ground with a thud, directly immobilizing the white line.
The head could not escape from being restrained by the wooden sword. He bared his teeth and tried to bite the three of them, but he was still close.
Seeing this, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai calmed down and couldn't help but move to check.
"Hey, Master, have you ever seen similar types of zombies?"
Uncle Jiu frowned and said, "No, and how could there be a zombie with only one head left and still able to move."
Qiu Sheng suddenly remembered something and asked: "Master, do you think it is the zombie we are looking for..."
Uncle Jiu's face was gloomy: "Destroy it first and then talk about it."
"Wencai prepares glutinous rice thread, Qiu Sheng attracts the zombies' attention."
The two responded, and Qiu Sheng threw stones at the face of the zombie head, which was immediately attracted to the latter's hatred.
Uncle Jiu muttered a few words silently in his mind, and when the moment was right, he rushed to the side of the zombie head in three steps and then two steps.
The talisman was printed directly on his eyebrows, and then he wrapped the head with silk thread, and poured glutinous rice into the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other facial features to seal them.
As the spell emits bursts of red light, the white thread connecting the zombie's head melts like snow.
Without the white thread as a sticky substance in the cracks of the zombie's head, it quickly fell into pieces.
Uncle Jiu didn't know why. At this moment, Qiu Sheng pointed to the sealed room in the corner and said, "Master, the white line seems to have come from the Yizhuang."
"Let's go and take a look." Uncle Jiu pulled out the wooden sword on the ground and came to the front of the house.
Wencai asked with some lingering fear: "Is there some kind of corpse king inside?"
Qiu Sheng replied in a frightened manner: "I'm afraid it's something even more evil than the Corpse King."
Uncle Jiu took out a few talismans and put them on his fingertips: "It's possible that ordinary zombies only have one more breath than the dead. Do you still remember the purpose of our coming to Jiangsu and Zhejiang? I'm afraid we have found the real owner."
"An extra breath?" Wencai asked.
"When a person is angry, suffocated, or suffocated before death, there will be a lump of air gathering in the throat, and the zombie head just now is more like a demon."
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at each other and swallowed together.
Uncle Jiu came to the closed wooden door and lifted it with his feet. When he heard a muffled sound, the room suddenly opened in front of them.
I saw that the small space was covered with a layer of white thread, and unlike spider silk, it was more like moldy mycelium.
In the center of the mycelium is a spliced headless zombie with many broken limbs. They should be passers-by who had slept in Yizhuang before.
The headless zombie immediately started moving after smelling the scent of a stranger.
"Go back!!!"
Uncle Jiu grabbed his apprentice and the two hurriedly ran away. The headless zombie was controlled by the mycelium at an extremely fast speed, especially within the range covered by the mycelium.
As the hyphae become active, the spread area also increases, and the three masters and disciples are about to be surrounded.
Uncle Jiu continued to use spells and used spiritual fire to drive away the headless zombies. They cooperated extremely well and barely stabilized the situation.
Although Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai kept yelling and screaming, they were still reliable at critical moments.
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Jiu discovered that the hyphae obviously did not dare to approach the bonfire, and his weakness was clear at a glance.
"Drive it away with fire."
"Okay." Qiu Sheng and the others responded quickly.
Uncle Jiu took out a small bowl, scratched his wrist with a wooden sword and squeezed the blood into it, then borrowed a little flame and ignited it.
After the wooden sword was contaminated with flames, it was easily cut off by just touching the mycelium. Even the headless zombies did not dare to approach it for a while.
Under such circumstances, just as he was about to destroy the demon, footsteps suddenly sounded.
"Amitabha……"
A monk with disheveled hair walked into Yizhuang. He exuded a faint Buddhist light, and the hyphae nearby were afraid to stay away.
"The poor monk's Dharma name is Jidian."
"Let me do it. After all, it is a merit and cannot be missed."
Uncle Jiu held the wooden sword tightly. Although his cultivation level was not high, this was the first time he encountered someone who couldn't even see clearly.
Jidian stretched out his hand to dig into his nostrils, and then immeasurable Buddha's light gathered in his palm, and after a few breaths, a strange flintlock gun was formed.
boom! !
Gunshots rang out, and the headless zombies turned into minced meat.
boom! !
Another shot, and all the hyphae on the ground disappeared into smoke.
Jidian blew on the muzzle of the gun, and then the flintlock gun disappeared. He turned around and left with a happy face.
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment and said: "Master, I came to look for the four zombies that originally suppressed the rift in the underworld. Now one of them is dead. Do you know where the rest are?"
Jidian paused. Whether he answered the other party's question or not, he was involved in the cause and effect of the matter.
If he had not had to go to Hangzhou, he would definitely not sit idly by and ignore it, but now he could not escape in a short time, and if something happened to the Crouching Tiger Arhat, he would no longer be here.
"That's all..."
Jidian smiled bitterly and shook his head. After some calculations, his expression became even more uncomfortable.
"Hey, you go to Miao Territory to look for him."
After saying that, he turned around and ran away in large strides, but Jidian seemed to realize something immediately and muttered in his mouth.
"It seems that Qin Bai is also there, so don't miss me to escape the tribulation."
Uncle Jiu's master and apprentice were half-convinced by Ji Dian's words, but considering how strange these four zombies were, they set off immediately.
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