Chapter 165: Chapter 148: Crime? What Crime? This Is Clearly Enacting Heaven’s Justice

The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and so, after eighty-one days.

In the faint morning light, Quan Xiaobai set out on the road to the Land of Extreme Yin.

This Land of Extreme Yin was barren, said to be devoid of even a blade of grass. A small river flowed not far away, but it ran straight, with no living creatures within its waters.

Nearby was a small hill. As it was on the shadowed side, it was shrouded in dark gloom.

In the study of feng shui, this was a land considered undesirable, where even birds wouldn’t defecate.

Yet, in the eyes of the Lower Mao Sect, this was a rare feng shui treasure!

Arriving at the Land of Extreme Yin, Quan Xiaobai stood still, doing nothing but calmly watching, waiting for time to reach its end.

At the break of dawn, when the purple energy of the world flashed by, Quan Xiaobai swiftly dug up the old woman.

He then took out talisman paper from his bag, bit his finger to use his blood as ink, and began Drawing Talisman. He pried open the old woman’s mouth, ignited the talisman, and stuffed it in.

After completing this, he placed the corpse on the ground, then moved a short distance away and anxiously watched and waited.

He didn’t know if this method would succeed, as even his master had said no one had used it for years.

Perhaps someone tried it, but likely failed, as not even a single word of confirmation had been passed down.

He had no assurance, but it was his only chance to turn the tide. He’d gamble on it, hoping for a breakthrough. If he didn’t, he’d stand no chance at all.

Squeak!

As the sun rose, the cicadas began their song. Though half a stick’s worth of incense time passed, it felt endlessly long to Quan Xiaobai.

"Sssss..."

Suddenly, the corpse on the ground seemed to twitch.

Quan Xiaobai’s eyelids twitched furiously, but he couldn’t confirm if it was just an illusion. He widened his eyes, staring intensely at the corpse lying on the ground.

"Sssss—"

"Sssss!"

The old woman’s corpse on the ground was indeed moving!

The previously lifeless old woman now twitched, her burial clothes rubbing against the ground, constantly making a grating sound.

At the same time, Quan Xiaobai felt a mysterious and indescribable connection between himself and the corpse before him.

"Rise!"

As taught by the old Daoist, he gazed at the corpse, chanting a Spell while forming a Hand Seal.

Bang!

With a thought, the corpse stood upright, defying physical laws as if supported by a magical force.

The once towering old woman diminished eerily, shrinking into a dry, lean corpse.

Her skin color shifted from deathly pale to waxy white, her joints creaked, and her hands and feet grew long, hard black nails.

"It worked! I’ve done it, Daoist Master!"

"Master, did you see? The Corpse Cultivation Technique is correct, it is correct..."

Quan Xiaobai laughed and cried like a madman: "Master, if you have a spirit in the sky, watch as your disciple avenges you..."

To be honest, had it been a few years or even days earlier, Quan Xiaobai would not have succeeded.

But as luck would have it, when the system bestowed upon Ning An, it opened a crack between heaven and earth, allowing some water to seep into the otherwise dry riverbed, albeit very little.

And the Extremely Yin Object bought by Quan Xiaobai was taboo-free, with heavy Yin energy and great evil. This led to his stumble into directly producing the cult’s favorite—zombies!

...

At midnight, not far from Zhang Family Village,

The former site of the small Daoist Temple was temporarily transformed into a construction command center.

Though it was a work shed room, air conditioning, tea tables, and all sorts of luxuries were provided, emphasizing comfort.

The top-tier shed room was about three or four in size, each room bustling with three or four or four or five people.

"Four twos, match or not!"

"Single hanging ten thousand? Do you even know how to play!"

"Brother, sorry, Southern Barbarians invaded, hehe, didn’t kill them, right."

The central room had the most people, eight in total, all burly men. One of them smiled: "Old Wang, this time you can’t cheat, lose, and pay up!"

"Hey, why can’t I see? Oh dear, where’s my phone..."

As they bantered, one hesitantly spoke: "Brother Wang, we just buried the old Daoist casually, are we really okay?"

"Brother, what era is this? As long as I can bring performance to those local bosses, forget an old man, even if it’s ten kids, they’d find a way to cover it up for me."

The speaker, an agent previously seen at the Daoist Temple, shrugged nonchalantly: "Moreover, if you don’t trust me, do you not trust the boss? How many years has it been, haven’t you seen fewer matters like this? When did we brothers ever have issues."

"Well, since Brother Hu says it, I feel assured, come on, let’s continue drinking."

The unpleasant topic was swiftly skipped over; everyone drank and played as they wished.

In their eyes, forget the old Daoist, even if the King of Heaven came, nothing could stop them from making money!

After a few rounds of bad hands, Brother Hu’s face turned slightly red from losing. He immediately stood up, shouted: "Today’s luck is terrible, let me go out, relieve myself, and change my luck."

"Hahaha, Brother Hu, don’t do as last time."

"What are you talking about, Brother Hu isn’t that kind of person; at most a urine escape."

"You damn dogs, when did Brother Hu ever do such things. I’ll come back and wipe you all out."

Brother Hu cursed as he walked outside the communal shed, found a dim place, and began to relieve himself.

While urinating to his content, he suddenly felt a chill in the nearby air, a strange coolness running from his head to his feet.

"Pop..."

He hastily buckled his pants, intending to rush back to the room when he felt someone patting him from behind.

With the help of moonlight, the urine formed a watery reflective surface, vaguely revealing a shadow, neither human nor ghostly.

"You..."

Brother Hu rapidly turned his head while swinging a punch, planning to injure his adversary and reposition himself in a safe zone.

But when he saw clearly what his opponent was, his eyes bulged with terror, leaving only a desperate scream.

"Ah..."

Inside, the people joking and laughing dropped their cards and went outside to check upon hearing the commotion.

When they found Brother Hu in the corner with flashlights, they stood dumbstruck, with one involuntarily gagging and vomiting directly.

Others felt chills run down their spines, their hairs standing on end.

Collapsed on the ground, Brother Hu was far from any semblance of a normal human.

His body bore deep, indescribable claw marks; half of his head was missing, with yellow and white matter pouring out.

Most importantly, the left chest had a bloody hole without a heart inside.