the side of the road. He said to me, "Little Qiao, wandering around aimlessly is a waste of time. Why don't you ask for Land God to come here"I nodded, jumped out of the car, and set up a small altar...The weather is starting to warm up, which is not good.

Because I can't wear a scarf anymore.

My brother pretended not to see the hickey on my neck, and I awkwardly slid into the back seat.

"Xiao Qiao, remember to cover yourself with the air conditioner blanket if you're going to sleep," my brother teased. "Otherwise, even if you catch a cold now, you can't take medicine. With two little ancestors to look after, you can only grit your teeth and bear it. How miserable that must be."

Da Bao sat in the passenger seat and asked, "Little Empress, are we just going Where's Your Majesty"

"He's not here..." I could count the times I'd opened my eyes to see him on one hand.

At first, you might think he's being too harsh. But after visiting the Underworld, you'll realize there are many tedious and necessary tasks he has to do.

Mastering life and death's cycle, these few words had plagued him for many years. He also couldn't entrust them to anyone else.

Mingzhang didn't know where it had gone. Jiang Qiyun said he had already sent people to carefully search the road I had passed, but there was still no news. Moreover, it was contaminated with evil energy and needed to be nurtured for a period of time at Taichi Zun's place.

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Lao Lin's house was in a remote village outside the county, but his family home was particularly grand. It was said to have been built just recently, probably after he received a hefty reward from those who practiced necromancy.

He said he was going to hide, at this time I don't know if he is still at home, we knocked for a long time but no one answered the door.

I looked around at the surrounding farmhouses, none of them were next to his. They were all quite a distance away.

My brother inquired and learned that there was an elderly woman and a daughter-in-law living in the house, but the daughter-in-law never showed her face. Instead, the elderly woman went out to buy groceries every morning and then stayed home all day, shutting the door.

He doesn't associate with the villagers and has no relatives visiting.

"This is definitely a problem. How could the villagers isolate themselves Besides, with just two women, the old woman and her daughter-in-law, at home, if something happened they wouldn't even have someone to help them. They should be getting along with the villagers, not isolating themselves." My brother often went to the countryside with my father, so he had a general understanding of the situation there.

"Is that old woman Old Lin's mother The one surnamed Mu, our family relative" I asked.

"Definitely, his father passed away a few years ago, probably his daughter-in-law taking care of the old lady at home... But how come there's not even someone to answer the door" My brother rang the doorbell hard, the doorbell kept ringing inside, but no one spoke.

Dai Bao whispered, "Perhaps the old man's hearing is bad, and his daughter-in-law doesn't dare to open the door alone. Maybe she's pretending that no one is home Or we could go in and open the door for them"

Scaling the wall in broad daylight That's risky business in this village. You might end up beaten to a pulp by a mob of villagers.

Then, when the time comes, everyone will be blameless. What if you end up getting beaten for no reason

My brother walked around his house, every window was tightly shut and the curtains were drawn, you couldn't see inside at all.

"Shall we come back at night It'll be easier to climb the wall then."

We had dinner at a farmhouse restaurant near the village, and by the time night fell, Lao Lin's house didn't even have a single light on. Could it be that the old woman and her daughter-in-law went to sleep right after dinner

My brother tied the rope to his waist, and the other end to Dabao's waist. He sprinted a couple of steps, stepped on the wall and flipped over into the house.

I waited at the front door. Soon, the door creaked open a sliver from inside. My brother motioned for me to be quiet.

This is like being a thief... My heart's pounding in my chest.

Tai Bao followed, wedged a brick in the door and crouched in the shadows behind it. My brother and I crept to the front of the small building.

I looked around, and there were several black... cans scattered throughout the yard.

Calling it a “can” seems inappropriate, because its size is similar to a rice jar, and it has a wooden lid on top.

Is this used to pickle kimchi

When I was busy in the yard, my older brother had already picked the lock. These days, his skills are truly worthy of being the eldest son and grandson of the Mu family. The inheritance of our family tradition all depends on him.

As the door creaked open, a wave of cold, oppressive air washed over me.

The compass needle was wavering slightly. I watched the tip rise and fall occasionally, but it wasn't clear if it was sinking or trying to point upwards.

As is customary, the elderly person's bedroom is definitely on the first floor. After all, it's inconvenient for them to climb stairs because of their mobility issues.

We crept in, tiptoeing and keeping low. My brother switched on a glowstick, its faint light barely visible.

I tugged on my brother's sleeve, my gaze fixed on a large jar in the living room.

It's a big jar again, with jars in every corner of the yard and even in the corner of the living room How much kimchi is there to pickle

We carefully stuck it on the door of the first-floor bedroom. A faint snoring sound came from inside. Had the old lady fallen asleep

There are people in this house, but they didn't open the door for us. Are they hiding some secrets

My brother pointed upstairs, and I took the Jade Scepter with me and walked up. When I reached the top of the stairs on the second floor, the compass finally leveled out, its needle pointing steadily toward us.

In the spacious living room on the second floor, there was a single bed against the wall. In the center of the room, a large black canister still stood.

I smelled a thick, fishy odor and quickly put away the compass and prepared to recite the incantation.

My brother unscrewed the small flashlight and illuminated the eerie glyphs inscribed on the can.

Some leafy vegetables and fruits were placed in five directions. In the center was a handmade little figurine, with talismans stuck on its body. A desk lamp was placed next to the figurine, with a severed rooster's head tied to it, allowing the chicken blood to drip onto the figurine below.

The whole little man was covered in semi-dried black blood.

What kind of sorcery is this My brother pulled out a talisman and was about to stick it on that big can when a creaky voice came from the foot of the stairs behind him—

"...Who's tired of living, breaking into my house at night..."

I had my Lei Jue prepared, and with a turn of my body, I formed the Yang Lei Jue and struck it down. It didn't matter if they were zombies or living people; I'd strike first!

A raspy voice let out a contemptuous chuckle: “ … Still using sorcery, huh What kind of phony is this, trying to convert my family again Kekeke… keke…”

I thought she was laughing, but after a few giggles, we suddenly heard scratching sounds coming from the big can behind us!

I was terrified by the sharp sound... There must be zombies in this can!

This Lao Lin, he actually keeps a corpse at home! He's a corpse-raiser himself!

Suddenly, the lid of the can popped open. I saw a tangled mass of long hair and a pale face slowly emerging from the can.

"Lei Jue ah Xiao Qiao!" My brother pulled out a stun gun, "This is a zombie that listens to commands! It's really smart! Strike first — ow crap!"

My brother was dumbfounded, I could understand his feelings at this moment.

We've seen so many hideous, disgusting zombies, but this one is the first we've ever seen like this.

Her skin was pale, covered in livid marks, but there was no sign of decay. She was slender, with the graceful curves of a woman visible in her chest.

A corpse of a beautiful woman.

>How can it be resurrected..."My brother's lips twitched, not sure if he was trying to stifle a laugh or just resigned to fate.If Chen Ru's words are true, how should we popularize the applications of...