Thousand Buddha Temple.

Dharma conference venue.

There was a shallow and small mud pit, spitting out some blood-red foam.

Li Changan stood in front of him, bent down and picked up half of a bamboo stick left behind by someone who didn't know who, and pulled out half of his intestines and a set of hearts in the mud.

The blood on it is still wet.

This means that not long ago, someone was disemboweled here like an animal on a chopping block.

But now, both the victim and the murderer have disappeared without a trace.

Li Changan raised his eyes and looked around. All he saw was the collapse of the stands, the overturning of the incense burners, the flags falling to the ground, and the silk and satin being trampled into the dust. Was there any trace of the luxury of the day? On the once crowded venue, there were clothes, weapons, bags, collection boxes, and money.

...scattered all over the floor. Mud, blood, mutilated limbs, internal organs... mixed together.

Anyone can see that there was a fight here not long ago... No! It was a massacre.

But at the moment, apart from a few scattered pieces, there are strangely no corpses, and even the towering altar has only a few empty lotus terraces.

Dharma conference venue.

Is this place, where all the suffering tonight began, already empty of corpses?

………

"how?"

Li Changan didn't rush to answer, he just hurried away from Chong Longyu, then pinched his nose and waved his hands desperately.

The pungent stench that filled the mountain almost knocked him over. How could he tell the whereabouts of the corpse Buddha?

He paused for a while and then asked Yan Xinglie, but the bearded man was helpless. To ghosts, the yang energy of a living person is like a torch in the night, but in their eyes, zombies like this are no different from roadside gravel.

Hard to trace.

"Isn't it a waste of time?"

"That's not the case, isn't it just catching some rotten fish and shrimps?"

While he was talking, he saw the sound of living corpses coming out of the trees and bushes surrounding the venue, seemingly endlessly.

Li Changan unsheathed his sword and said with a smile:

"Look, it's not that we caught rotten fish and rotten shrimps, but rotten fish and rotten shrimps caught us."

"So what's the problem?"

Yan Xingliehun didn't care.

"A rotten linen net can trap fish and shrimps, but it cannot trap a dragon."

"brothers!"

He raised his arms and shouted.

"Let these zombies and rotting flesh show the style of frontier men!"

The soldiers of the Yin Army who gathered around him responded immediately, shouting three times in a row.

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

The sound of killing seemed to reach into the sky.

Then, at Yan Xinglie's order, he rushed back towards the dense tide of corpses swarming up.

The living corpse has no fear of life or death, and the Yin soldiers will not turn around even if their bodies are shattered to pieces.

As soon as the two sides met, it was like two rows of huge waves colliding with each other, and the collision... well, it was actually not that tragic.

The living corpses have sharp teeth and no talismans on their mouths. How can they cause much harm to the Yin soldiers? As for the Yin soldiers... Li Changan has long had doubts. Last time he saw Yan Xinglie and his entourage, everyone wore a helmet.

The armor is so majestic! This time, he was only wearing a coarse cloth, even with his upper body uncovered, which was very shabby. What he carried in his hand was not a sword, a gun or a halberd, but a hammer, pickaxe and other tools. More importantly, there was no such thing as a pickaxe.

The ferocious monsters in Juzhou City are no different from ordinary evil ghosts except that their bodies are more solid.

When he was summoned, Li Changan would have thought that he had summoned the wrong ghost, if it weren't for Big Beard Yan leading him. It was not the Yin soldiers who came, but a group of mining ghosts.

……………………

The long sword flashed like a ghost, stirred into the eye socket of the living corpse, and then quickly withdrew it, bringing out a puff of brain.

Li Changan kept walking around, avoiding the blood, and cut off the neck of another living corpse. Although the fight was fierce, he still took the time to express the questions in his heart.

When Yan Xinglie heard this, he first swung the sledgehammer and smashed the head of a living corpse into the chest, wiped the blood spatter on his face, and then said with a smile:

"I don't want to hide it from the Taoist priest. Although the great revenge was avenged in Juzhou that day, the Yin soldiers were privately mobilized and the Yin law system was ruined. There was a reason why Yama took pity on me and did not punish me severely. He only allowed a few brothers to repair the city in vain.

The city wall. When I received the decree from the Taoist Priest, I was..."

As he spoke, a mutated living corpse suddenly jumped out. Its head was swollen and twisted like a durian, and its limbs were elongated like mosquito tentacles. However, a bearded man grabbed his neck and lifted it up. The living corpse waved four thin

The long hands and feet were pulling randomly on the bearded steel-like arms, but unfortunately they couldn't move them at all. Instead, they were pulled closer by the bearded man. After looking at them for a few times, he said with disdain:

"This monster is a bit uglier than the pickled bastards from hell."

After that, he broke its neck, threw it aside, and then said to Li Changan:

"I am taking my brothers to mine stones in Tiezhu Mountain."

Tiezhu Mountain? Oh, Tiezhu Mountain hell. No wonder he is dressed as a coolie.

The Taoist priest nodded and stabbed the living corpse thrown by the bearded man to death, but he frowned.

"Then wouldn't you..."

Judging by the tone, could it be that these guys escaped from prison?

Big beard and big mouth:

"exactly!"

"Taoist Priest, don't worry about it. Yan is an official of Longxiang Guard. If he hadn't died on the way, he would have had a hand in Qianfo Temple. Thanks to Taoist Priest's call, he just finished it."

This is unfinished business, not to mention..."

He smiled more and more freely, with an unbridled and unbridled expression that he had never seen before in his lifetime.

"The Taoist priest has been very kind to us. Don't say that he is just a chengdan. Even if he really goes to hell, as long as the Taoist priest calls him, he can climb out and do whatever he wants. Brothers, do you think so or not?!"

Immediately, everything around him was in chaos.

Another "person" replied: "The general is absolutely right. Could it be that the Taoist priest helped me? That thief is still getting promoted and making a fortune. Now that his great revenge has been avenged, he will be very happy even if he is fried in a frying pan a few times."

Hey!"

"How can there be enough oil in the pot? I have to roll the mountain of knives in a circle to be happy!"

"Bah! If you want me to say it, I'll scream and burn you to death."

"Hey, corpse mud hell..." Oh, this taste is too strong.

All in all, the chatter became more and more confusing and biased, but it also dispelled the guilt in the Taoist priest's heart.

He stooped down and cut off the arms and legs of a living corpse, causing it to fall to the ground. There was a bit of worry in his words.

"Since I sneaked into the world secretly, I'm afraid it will attract some evil deeds."

The bearded man swung the sledgehammer and smashed the head of the living corpse.

"Don't worry, Taoist Master. I'll leave Lou Cheng to hold off the guards. I estimate that I can survive tonight..."

Yan Xinglie's words suddenly stopped, and his big face turned into a hairy bitter melon.

The Taoist priest followed his gaze and looked over.

But I saw a pale man sitting on the originally empty high platform. He was wearing a soap coat and a three-foot-tall black hat on his head.

Look through the booklet carefully.

"That is?"

"The judge who oversees the work."

Li Changan: "..."

At this time, the judge seemed to be aware of the prying eyes. Shi Shiran put away the folder, but did not come over to take it, let alone speak. He only stretched out a finger to shake it, and then lowered his head to count.

Got ants.

"What does this mean?"

Taoist priests do not understand the ways of the underworld very well.

Yan Xinglie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to your magnanimity, you let us go."

Li Changan's nervousness eased slightly when he heard this, but his breath was not yet clear.
To be continued...