Like wild beasts longing for freedom, many people struggled to break free from the black smoke that bound them.
Not long after, there was no one in the black smoke, and all the figures gathered behind Hei Wuchang, being pulled by Hei Wuchang's soul hook.
At this time, the village chief was surprised to find that among those illusory figures, there was actually his own figure.
He hurriedly walked to Fatty Wang and asked eagerly:
"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, can you tell me what these illusory figures are? How can I see myself in them? Did the seventh and eighth masters take my soul away?"
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Upon hearing the village chief's question, many villagers gathered around and asked Fatty Wang:
"Mr. Wang, what is going on? Mr. Yin Yang didn't let Mr. Hei and Mr. Bai take away our souls, right?"
"What happened? I saw my own shadow!"
"I saw it too!"
"If the shadow is taken away, will we die?"
"Mr. Wang, what is Mr. Yin Yang doing? Isn't he here to capture the Ten Corpses? Why are we there?"
Faced with everyone's panic, Fatty Wang seemed calm and composed.
Fortunately, he asked Zhang Hao a few more questions last night after notifying the villagers to prepare sacrifices.
After some thinking, he roughly guessed the origin of these figures.
So he comforted everyone and said:
"Don't worry, don't worry."
"Mr. Yin Yang is here to help us solve the Feng Shui problem, and he will not do anything bad to you."
"Why, now that the corpse evil spirit has been solved, you are starting to doubt my shopkeeper?"
"I tell you, each of you is responsible for the reason why this zombie has become so powerful!"
After receiving this fierce whip, the Shishi Sha suddenly drew out a whip-like black energy from his body.
Bai Wuchang opened his arms, held up the mourning stick in his right hand, and let out a wailing cry.
“Woooooo…”
"Come back!"
"Come back?"
"Leave with me!"
“Woooooo…”
The wind whimpered, and Bai Wuchang's wailing echoed in the wind, making everyone feel sad.
At the same time, bursts of black smoke suddenly surged out of the body of the Ten Corpses.
Immediately afterwards, illusory figures emerged from the black smoke one after another. They were in a trance and slowly approached Bai Wuchang stiffly.
As each figure separated from the black smoke, the black smoke around the Ten Corpses gradually dissipated.
The swelling of the corpse and the rotting of the skin also intensified.
Zhang Hao took the opportunity to swing the corpse rope again and hit the ten corpses fiercely, never giving them any chance to breathe.
"Crack!"
The people who had just stood firm were once again shocked by the clear and loud whipping sound. Although the sound was harsh, it was impossible to ignore.
Those who had just regained their balance felt that their legs were weak again, and the scene in front of them seemed to be spinning again.
The power of Zhang Hao's whip actually caused the black smoke on Shi Zhi Sha's body to completely scatter and explode.
At the same time, the body began to gradually swell and the skin began to show signs of decay.
Zhang Hao reacted quickly, swung the corpse rope again, and violently attacked the ten corpses, never giving them any chance to breathe.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound echoed in the air, the sound of the rope being tied up being severely slapped on the corpse, which was heart-stopping.
The people who had just stood firm heard this sound, their legs became weak again, and the world in front of them seemed to start spinning again.
Zhang Hao's blow caused the black smoke on Shishisha's body to suddenly explode, like a torn dark curtain.
Countless illusory figures broke out from the black smoke. They were like beasts longing for freedom, desperately trying to escape from their bonds.
In the blink of an eye, the black smoke dissipated without a trace, and all the figures gathered behind Hei Wuchang, tightly bound by Hei Wuchang's seductive rope.
The village chief suddenly spotted his own figure among these figures. He hurriedly walked towards Fatty Wang and asked eagerly:
"Mr. Wang, what are these illusory figures? How can I see my own shadow? Could it be that the seventh and eighth masters took my soul away?"
Hearing the village chief's question, the villagers gathered around and asked all kinds of questions:
"Mr. Wang, what's going on? Could it be that Mr. Yin and Yang let the black and white impermanence take away our souls?"
"I saw my own shadow!"
"I saw it too!"
"What is going on? If the shadow is taken away, will we die?"
Fatty Wang, however, seemed calm and composed. He had a few more words with Zhang Hao last night and had already anticipated the situation before him.
He looked around at the anxious villagers and spoke slowly:
"Don't worry, don't worry, Mr. Yin Yang is helping you solve your problem, how can he harm you?"
"Now that the zombie has been subdued, you are beginning to doubt my shopkeeper?"
"Let me tell you, this zombie has become so powerful, and each of you is responsible!"
The villagers looked at each other with confusion. How could they become Zisha's accomplices when they clearly didn't do anything?
The village chief asked on behalf of everyone: "Mr. Wang, we are all ordinary fishermen. We don't understand what you are saying." Fatty Wang looked enigmatic, with his hands behind his back and his head held high, he said mysteriously: < br>
"It is true that you have done nothing, but these ten corpse evil spirits have been absorbing your luck at the bottom of the river. Your luck gathered in Zhenjiang ancient coffins, and was used by the corpse evil spirits to turn into evil energy."
"That's why these ten zombies are so powerful. Without you, they wouldn't be so ferocious."
"Tell me, are you an accomplice?"
The villagers' expressions changed greatly after hearing this. They had been fishing honestly and never thought that they would increase the power of the corpse evil.
They began to shout in panic: "Oh, what can we do? Mr. Wang, what should we do now?"
Fatty Wang listened to the wailing of the villagers and shook his head helplessly. He knew that the real culprit was the person who set up this feng shui bureau.
At this time, Zhang Hao on the river was watching all this. When the last figure walked out of Shishisha and was taken away by Hei Wuchang, he frowned slightly.
That was the shadow of Ma Tao. Zhang Hao thought to himself: This Ma Tao was indeed a worthy person. It was no accident that he drowned in the eye of the river.
And those ghosts taken away by Bai Wuchang were all stripped out of the villagers of Sanjiashan Village. Although they had some minor conflicts, they did not do anything outrageous.
Zhang Hao waved his hand and said to Black and White Wuchang: "Okay, you have nothing to do here. Take these ghosts with you and go back to collect the rewards. By the way, don't say you have seen me, these ghosts are your own credit."
Black and White Wuchang was full of doubts. He thought he was just here to do a small favor, but he didn't expect that Master Zhengqin of the Fourth Grade would be so generous and give all the credit to them.
They have been working as ghosts for so many years, when have they ever met a fourth-grade Zhengqin who is so considerate of his subordinates? Those high-ranking officials are usually high-ranking, majestic and arrogant. It is really unprecedented for them to consider their subordinates like this.
Therefore, they did not care whether there was anything fishy in it. They both bowed deeply and said to Zhang Hao happily: "The underworld is white and black. Thank you Master Zhengqin for your gift. If you need it, please call us at any time." That’s it.”
Zhang Hao nodded slightly, waved his right hand and said: "Go."
Bai Wuchang adjusted the high hat on his head, put the mourning stick on his waist, picked up the ivory wat board again, and gradually sank into the water with Hei Wuchang, and their figures gradually disappeared. There are still several ghosts on the chains behind Hei Wuchang.
As they disappeared, the yellow-red blood river slowly returned to dark green, just like an ordinary river. People on the shore stared at the scene in front of them, and even began to wonder if they had just seen it wrong.
Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the black and white impermanence had completely left. His official position of Fourth Rank Zhengqin is actually a fake, and if he is discovered, he will definitely cause big trouble. Fortunately, his official seal is realistic and his acting skills are good enough, so he was not aware of it.
He smiled mockingly to himself and turned to look at the ten corpses. A rope that bound the corpse hit the corpse heavily, causing a piercing scream. The sound made one's scalp tingle and the whole body feel chilled. People on the shore looked at the screaming corpse in the river in horror. This was the first time they heard such a scream from a corpse.
Zhang Hao tied a corpse tightly with a corpse rope, pulled it to the side of the bamboo raft, then pulled the black donkey's hooves from his waist and stuffed it into the corpse's mouth. The screams stopped suddenly, and the corpse didn't make any struggle. He affixed a Great General Talisman between the eyebrows of the corpse, then retracted the rope that bound the corpse and turned to the next corpse.
People on the shore looked at this scene with fear and awe in their hearts. Bureau Li looked at the rows of corpses lined up in the river and murmured to himself: "Is this the legendary corpse evil? What Mr. Yin Yang said is actually true!"
His secretary frowned and asked: "Director Li, this matter will spread soon. Should we block the news first to avoid panic?"
Director Li smiled and said: "Blocking cannot be stopped, but we can pay attention during the review. As long as it is not too outrageous, we don't need to worry about it."
Chen Wenjin and Dapeng of the archaeological team recorded all this. Although they failed to capture the black and white figure on the camera, both of them firmly believed that what they saw was not an illusion, and recorded what they saw in detail on their mobile phones.
Dapeng asked Chen Wenjin doubtfully: "Do you think we should continue to salvage this Zhenjiang ancient coffin?"
Chen Wenjin sighed and said: "It depends on the meaning above. But now I am beginning to believe in Mr. Yin and Yang. What he did today is something that none of us can do."
At this time, Zhang Hao had disposed of all the corpses. He tied the heads of the ten corpses tightly together with the corpse rope, as if a big drama had finally come to an end.
This technique may seem incredible to others, but to the experienced Fatty Wang, it is just a reflection of his sophisticated skills.
Without more than ten years of training, it would be impossible to control these ten corpses so skillfully.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hao tied one end of the corpse rope around his waist and rowed towards the river.
At this time, the river water had receded. After seeing Zhang Hao, the villagers rushed to the riverside to greet him.
Fatty Wang had been waiting by the river early, preparing to help Zhang Hao move the body ashore after he landed.
However, when Zhang Hao got off the bamboo raft, he suddenly swung the corpse ropes, and the ten corpses in the water broke out of the waves and were thrown directly to the ground by the river by Zhang Hao.
When the village chief saw this, he immediately ran forward, stared at these zombies with wide eyes, stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and said in disbelief: "Mr. Yin Yang, this...is this...the ten zombies that have harmed our village?" Zhang Hao nodded slightly and said calmly: "They were originally dead, but they were not completely dead. They are completely dead now."
The villagers gathered around and looked at the corpses, but no one dared to approach. They asked Zhang Hao in confusion: "Mr. Yin Yang, what should we do now? How to deal with these corpses?" Some suggested burning them directly, and some even suggested cutting the corpses into eight pieces.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath. He knew that if the villagers were allowed to deal with these corpses, it might cause more problems.
Therefore, he had previously asked Fatty Wang to notify Zhang Qilin to come to Sanjiashan as soon as possible after returning the corpses in the military area to deal with these corpses.
He explained to the villagers: "You can't handle these zombies properly, so I will take them back to Yin Yang Inn for processing. The Feng Shui pattern of Sanjia Mountain has been restored, and strange things will not happen again in the future."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the villagers showed dissatisfaction.
They hope to see these corpses receive the punishment they deserve.
Facing the villagers' excitement, Zhang Hao frowned.
He understood the villagers' resentment toward the zombies, but they did not understand the complexities of dealing with them.
If these zombies are dealt with here, the evil spirit they emit will cause harm to the entire village.
Zhang Hao glanced at everyone coldly and said seriously: "Do you think you can handle it? Or do you think you know how to deal with zombies better than me? If so, I can give up this task and let you handle these. Corpse. But I have to remind you. , these corpses have been nourished by you for ten years, and it is not easy to deal with them. Moreover, if they are not handled properly, their evil spirits will sweep through the entire village, causing each of you to be affected by the evil spirits, ranging from serious illness to death. .”
His words caused the villagers to fall into silence.
The village chief also began to hesitate. Although some villagers still wanted to see the corpse punished with their own eyes, more people began to worry about the safety of the entire village.
At this time, Fatty Wang came over. He supported Zhang Hao's decision and persuaded the villagers to trust Mr. Yin and Yang's judgment.
In the end, under the persuasion of Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang, the villagers gradually calmed down and accepted Zhang Hao's solution.
Although Fatty Wang's words were impolite, they hit home. The villagers were indeed unable to deal with these corpses, but they still wanted to execute the Ten Corpses.
The village chief shook his head helplessly at this time, and said to Fatty Wang with a slight apology: "Mr. Wang, look at this..."
Before he finished speaking, a strange noise suddenly came from the river. It was not as crisp as an explosion, but like some huge thing swimming in the water.
The originally calm river rippled again. At first it was just small ripples, but later it turned into waves of waves rushing to the shore. (End of chapter)