Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 800

"Woo-hoo~" It opened its mouth, let out two weak cries, and then closed its eyes.

Seeing this, Ling Yanyan frowned slightly: "Let's save it." After saying that, he prepared to go forward and pick up the stray dog.

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if some danger was approaching.

"Hmm?" He looked behind him warily.

"Hehe! Are you the owner of that mongrel dog?"

An elderly man with a long beard stood there with a smile.

Ling Yanyan's pupils constricted sharply upon recognizing the old man. He stammered in astonishment, "You...you are...you are..."

He wanted to say that he was the old man who had died, but the words just wouldn't come out.

Because he recognized that the old man in front of him was not a real spirit, but a being formed from resentment.

Vengeful spirits are said to be something that must not be touched, for touching them will surely result in death.

The vengeful ghost snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "What? Scared silly?"

"Who exactly are you?" Ling Yanyan took a deep breath, trying to suppress his fear. He had just seen several martial artists faint from fright, and he didn't want to be the second one.

The vengeful ghost smiled and said, "I am the guardian of this village. My name is Li Yun, and I am responsible for suppressing evil spirits in the village and maintaining the stability of the entire village."

He paused, then continued, "I met you today; you're from this village. So I don't intend to kill you. I hope you can help me get rid of the evil spirits in this village and restore a clear sky to our village!"

Ling Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He hadn't expected the old man in front of him to let him go. He had been planning to run away earlier, but luckily the old man didn't stop him. Instead, he made a reasonable request.

"Okay, I promise you, I'm willing to help you purify this village."

Ling Yanyan agreed without hesitation, since there was no one he knew in the village anyway.

All he needs to do is leave this place; purifying the malevolent energy is just a piece of cake for him.

Seeing that Ling Yanyan agreed, Li Yun's expression softened considerably, and he revealed a kind smile. "Young man, I thank you on behalf of the entire village for your willingness to help us!"

"Uh...you're too kind," Ling Yanyan said with an awkward smile.

Li Yun continued, "Young man, remember this well: you are the only son of the ninth-generation village chief in this village."

"Huh?" Ling Yanyan's eyes widened. Was this old man deliberately messing with him?

Li Yun glanced at him indifferently, then slowly turned and walked into the ancestral hall. Seeing this, Ling Yanyan quickly followed. Upon entering, Ling Yanyan was instantly stunned; the entire hall was filled with coffins.

Each coffin contained a stark white skeleton.

The most eye-catching item was a coffin made of Phoebe zhennan wood, which was resplendent in gold and looked extremely luxurious.

These coffins were used to bury the remains of deceased ancestors. Ling Yanyan counted them carefully; there were a total of one hundred and eight coffins.

Ling Yanyan was stunned. Did these villagers intend to worship him like an ancestor? Wouldn't that mean he would be tied up and sitting on the bed 24 hours a day?

Ling Yanyan shook his head to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts. What he needed to do now was to purify the evil energy in the village and restore its former tranquility. Once that was done, his mission would be complete.

"These people have become possessed by demons. What I need to do is find out what they did wrong, then solve all the problems in this village and restore its peaceful life!"

He silently warned himself.

Ling Yanyan approached a dark coffin and placed his right palm on the lid.

He silently recited the incantation and used a spell to control the corpse.

However, he found that the spell had failed; the coffin lid remained motionless and showed no reaction.

Ling Yan Yan was slightly surprised: Could it be that there was a problem with the spell he cast? Perhaps he needed to change the spell. So he calmed his mind, closed his eyes slightly, and cast another spell.

This spell is relatively simple, but its power is very strong.

A wisp of grayish-brown flame ignited from his fingertips and shot straight at the coffin lid.

With a creak, the coffin lid was slowly lit. Ling Yanyan opened his eyes and spoke to the skeleton inside the coffin.

“There are no vengeful spirits in this world. Since you are dead, your resentment should dissipate with the wind, not remain to harm others. I have avenged your grievances. From now on, there will be no more wronged spirits in this world. Rest in peace.”

After speaking, Ling Yanyan flicked the ball of grayish-brown flame into the coffin. In an instant, the bones inside the coffin turned into a pile of ashes, which scattered into the air.

Ling Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, finally having solved a major problem. He felt exhausted and couldn't help but sit down against a coffin, rubbing his temples and sighing, "So sleepy." Then he fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found himself in complete darkness, with only an oil lamp at his feet illuminating the surroundings.