It tore through the sky like a thunderous thunder and struck straight at the surface of the Yangtze River, stirring up thousands of waves.
In the midst of the turbulent waves, Zhang Hao stood steadily on the bamboo raft, holding the corpse rope with one hand and supporting the bamboo pole with the other, rising and falling on the waves like a master surfer.
Under the dim sky, his heroic actions took everyone's breath away.
At this moment, the sky was as dark as night, and the only trace of light gradually disappeared in the distant horizon.
The members of the archaeological team looked at this scene in amazement. They had experienced such strange weather yesterday when they were moving the ancient coffins in Zhenjiang. Now that it happened again, they couldn't help but wonder whether this was just a coincidence.
Secretary Wang looked at Zhang Hao on the river and murmured in shock: "Oh my god, even if I don't believe that there are corpse hunters in this world, now that he says that the Zhenjiang ancient coffin cannot be moved, I do believe it."
"This can no longer be regarded as a coincidence!" He continued, "Yesterday when Ma Tao drowned, the weather was also so terrible. It was even more dangerous than yesterday. Yesterday it was just a phenomenon of dragons sucking water, but now it is a flood bursting the embankment. It is even worse than yesterday. Even scarier! ”
Some members of the archaeological team began to panic. They shook their heads and denied all this: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! This is too unscientific!"
"How is it possible that there are evil corpses in this world as he said? Are there evil spirits? The dead people are already dead, how can they still move?" They all expressed disbelief.
However, the strange weather and the strange phenomena before them gave the onlookers a new view on the matter of recovering the corpse. Especially the director of the archaeological team, he couldn't understand why a coffin, or a pile of wood, could have such a huge impact.
At this time, Zhang Hao did not back down, but decided to deal with these ten corpses in one go. He did not dismantle them one by one as he had discussed with Fatty Wang last night, but directly took out all the ten zombies from the ancient coffin. These zombies seemed to be enraged and rushed towards Zhang Hao fiercely.
Facing the surging evil spirit, Zhang Hao sneered, took out the brush from his arms, bit his finger and used the blood as ink, and drew a mysterious symbol on his palm. He muttered words: "The left is yin, the right is yang. Youdu is asking for life, and it is impermanent. Soldiers follow the seal, and generals follow orders."
As his drink fell, the sky became darker and the river turned into a yellow-red blood river, but in an instant it returned to dark green. What is even more shocking is that two looming shadows appeared in front of Zhang Hao, as if they were from the underworld.
People on the shore looked at this scene in horror, and some even began to wonder if they were hallucinating.
The members of the archaeological team were talking a lot, unable to explain what was happening in front of them.
Director Li Zheng hurriedly ordered his secretary to record this scene, but nothing was captured on the camera.
Amid everyone's mixed emotions of shock and panic, Zhang Hao seemed unusually calm.
He knew that this was not an illusion but a real mysterious force at work.
And he is the controller of this power. He will use this power to subdue the ten corpses in front of him and protect the tranquility of Sanjia Mountain Village.
On the other side, two blurry images appeared in front of Zhang Hao's eyes, followed by a deep and strange sound echoing in the air.
"I am Bai Wuchang in the underworld. Those who have respect for the gods will make money because of this!"
"I am Hei Wuchang in the underworld, a person with serious crimes, there is no way to escape from me!"
"Who is calling us?"
These two images are exactly one of the top ten famous yin commanders in the underworld, ranking in the sixth level of yin difference - black and white impermanence!
Zhang Hao quickly took out a fourth-grade Zhengqin official seal from his arms and printed it between his eyebrows without hesitation.
He stared at the shadow in front of him, his voice firm and powerful: "It's me!"
The black and white eyes all focused on Zhang Hao, especially the fourth-grade Zhengqin official seal between his eyebrows, making their expressions instantly become respectful.
They bowed deeply to Zhang Hao, their voices full of respect: "I have met Master Zhengqin of the fourth rank!"
Zhang Hao nodded slightly, his eyes moving on the two figures, and he was secretly amazed.
Is this the legendary impermanence of black and white?
Since he obtained this system, he has only seen two ordinary Yin soldiers.
It was summoned by the Siqin official talisman when he helped Lin Jiu dispose of the body in the morgue of Yin Yang Inn.
This was the first time he had seen such a high-level evil as black and white with his own eyes.
Although he did not have an actual official position in the underworld, thanks to his superb talisman skills, he was able to draw talismans that imitated the official position of the Fourth Grade Zhengqin.
This kind of spell is so realistic that even the impermanence of black and white cannot be seen through.
Otherwise, he might have been tortured enough by these two evil spirits before he could deal with the Ten Corpses.
After all, he was pretending to be an official in the underworld, which was just as serious as pretending to be a police officer in the human world.
At this moment, Zhang Hao was both nervous and excited. His next move will undoubtedly be more risky.
"I wonder what important matters Master Fourth Rank Zhengqin summoned us for?" Bai Wuchang asked cautiously, still not daring to look directly at Zhang Hao.
They may not know how powerful the fourth rank Zhengqin official position is to suppress them.
For Yin Hun, this kind of official position is almost overwhelming.
Zhang Hao tightened the rope in his hand and said in a deep voice: "I need to borrow your identity."
Black and white looked at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes.
They were just shady people of the sixth rank. Why did this fourth-rank official want to borrow their identities?
Although they were full of doubts, they nodded in agreement: "Yes, sir!"
At this moment, a deafening loud noise suddenly came from his ears.
Huge waves arose on the river, and ten heads emerged from the water. This scene was so strange that everyone present felt their scalps go numb.
The villagers stopped their flood prevention work and looked at the river, their faces becoming extremely nervous.
"Oh, why did so many heads suddenly appear on the river!"
"Are those people? How could they run into the river?"
"Why don't they speak? They are like wood!"
At this time, the village chief also looked nervously at the ten heads in the water, and couldn't help but recall the ancient coffin he saw at the bottom of the river four years ago.
He nodded and turned to Zhang Hao.
I saw the black and white shadow standing silently behind Zhang Hao, while Zhang Hao was holding the corpse rope in his hand, staring coldly at the corpse in the water, as if he was ready to fight to the death.
However, when the village chief took a closer look at the two shadows, his eyes widened and his face was filled with shock.
He knelt on the ground with a plop and shouted loudly: "It's the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master! Everyone, please kneel down and worship the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master!"
The villagers followed suit and knelt down one after another.
Although the two shadows appear and disappear, their features are very obvious.
Bai Wuchang sticks out a long tongue, has the word "make money" written on his high hat, and holds a mourning stick; while Hei Wuchang holds shackles, and has "no forgiveness" written on his high hat, which means ruthless sanctions against evil spirits.
When the archaeological team and the Ministry of National Security personnel saw this, they couldn't help but start to doubt their own eyes.
They looked at Zhang Hao in shock, unable to believe whether what happened before them was true or false.
If it is true, but those shadows disappear from time to time, if it is false, then what are they seeing now?
"Could...do gods really exist?"
Chen Wenjin looked at Zhang Hao suspiciously and said.
However, in her long years, she has never really seen a trace of the gods.
And how to explain everything she saw today? "The visual effects are so shocking!"
"How was it done? Could it be that 3D mapping technology was used?"
"Or, these are really ghosts..."
The archaeological team members were whispering and discussing.
Dapeng next to him stared blankly at Zhang Hao on the river. He couldn't believe that his eyes actually saw the image of black and white.
The lower bodies of those ghostly figures were looming, as if they were transparent. Only the upper body was barely visible, but it also looked ethereal, like a picture whose transparency had been adjusted.
However, in the blink of an eye, they disappear without a trace.
At this time, Black and White Wuchang seemed to be standing behind Zhang Hao. The mourning sticks and soul hooking ropes in their hands were exactly the same as the descriptions in the legend, which made Dapeng begin to doubt whether what he saw was true.
"People say seeing is believing, but what I see now, are they real? Is this... is this a manifestation of gods?" Dapeng looked at Zhang Hao again and said doubtfully.
"If this is really a god, how could he possibly ask a god to help him?"
"This must be my imagination, right?"
"Yes, it must be an illusion."
Although Dapeng said so, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Hao on the river and the black and white impermanence beside him.
He never expected that the worldview he had believed in for more than thirty years would completely collapse at this moment.
Director Li from the Ministry of National Security handed the camera in his hand to the secretary. He looked at Zhang Hao in disbelief and muttered to himself: "This... is this true?"
The secretary took the camera and felt equally incredible, "There are many supernatural events recorded in the files of our Ministry of National Security, but none of them are more bizarre than what we see now!"
"Although those supernatural files cannot be explained so far, they are just speculations that they may be related to ghosts and gods."
"But now, we have actually seen it with our own eyes!"
"This..."
"It's so incredible!"
"This Mr. Yin Yang is really impressive. He actually has the ability to communicate Yin and Yang!"
"He... Director, do you think the black and white impermanence we see now was really summoned by Mr. Yin Yang? They respect him so much!"
Li Zheng shook his head and said he didn't know.
It was also the first time for him to see such a scene, and he had never understood these things before.
Even Yin Yang Inn only heard about it in the past two days.
Not to mention the impermanence of black and white.
He always thought these were stories to scare children.
But now it seems that although he cannot be sure whether it is true or false, it has at least shaken his worldview.
And Fatty Wang was the most shocked among everyone!
Unlike others who were skeptical, he had always trusted Zhang Hao. But since Zhang Qilin left the inn after his first mission to drive away corpses.
This was the first time he saw Zhang Hao take action to suppress the corpse evil.
Fatty Wang was stunned when he saw the changes on the river and the two ghostly figures behind Zhang Hao.
He couldn't help but think to himself: Is this the strength of Mr. Yin Yang?
It’s so awesome!
Recalling what Zhang Hao said when he deceived them into opening the Yin and Yang Inn, Zhang Hao once mentioned that the Yin and Yang Inn can connect the Yin and Yang worlds and is the gateway to the Yin and Yang worlds. At that time, he thought it was just a joke made up to fool them.
I didn’t expect it to be true!
Zhang Hao actually has the ability to communicate yin and yang!
He always thought that Zhang Hao was just a person who knew how to chase and retrieve corpses. Having such a skill was admirable enough.
In other words, Fatty Wang already thinks highly of Zhang Hao, and is even full of admiration and adoration for him.
But he didn't expect that Zhang Hao's ability exceeded his imagination!
"This..."
“Damn, I don’t know if I can reach this level in the future!”
"Awesome!"
"Even black and white can be summoned!"
"If nothing else, it would be awesome if I could summon a little ghost!"
Thinking of this, Fatty Wang turned his gaze to the ten corpses again, thinking secretly in his heart.
It seems that the strength of these ten zombies cannot be underestimated since they can allow Zhang Hao to summon all the evil spirits.
At this time, the ten corpses were staring at Zhang Hao and the two ghostly figures behind him.
Because the black and white figures appear and disappear from time to time, people can't help but doubt the authenticity of all this.
The moment the two ghostly figures disappeared, the ten zombies suddenly hid in the water, and their traces were suddenly lost on the river.
Zhang Hao instinctively looked at the water in front of him and tightened the rope in his hand.
At the same time, Hei Wuchang behind him also clenched the hook in his hand and shouted almost simultaneously with Zhang Hao.
"You bastards, I'm here, how dare you act so arrogantly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Hao waved the corpse rope in his hand and drew it toward the water in front of him.
At the same time, the black ghost figure behind him also appeared again, whipping out the soul hook in his hand with almost the same movement as Zhang Hao.
Immediately afterwards, the ten zombies in the water suddenly jumped out of the water and rushed towards Zhang Hao. Their speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch it with the naked eye.
However, it was not these zombies who acted first.
But Hei Wuchang, or more accurately...
It's Zhang Hao!
When the figures of the Ten Corpse Demons had just emerged from the water, the corpse-binding ropes and the soul-grabbing ropes were already drawn towards them rapidly.
Then, there was a thunder in the sky, and the dazzling white light seemed to tear through the sky and penetrate the heaven and the earth. At the same time, the sound of the beating of the ropes and the thunder were deafening.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
This loud noise dazzled the eyes of everyone watching by the river. The whine of the suona seemed to echo in their ears, and the whole world seemed to be spinning. Those who were squatting lost their balance and fell down on the ground, while those who were standing staggered and almost fell. (End of chapter)