Seeing Zhang Zifeng collapse in his arms, the black figure took a step back.
It was this step.
The figure in the fog was exposed to the afterglow of the setting sun.
He saw a slender man wearing a long black robe that covered his entire body.
Under a one-foot-tall black bamboo hat, his hair was covered in grayish white powder that looked like lime.
The messy droop covered both sides of her face, only revealing the facial features in the middle.
Under the rays of the setting sun, his face showed an uneven pale and red color.
He was Wu Lang.
Two years ago, on his eighteenth birthday, his parents suddenly disappeared mysteriously.
A few days later, he was heartbroken and prepared to build a cenotaph for his parents.
Just as he placed his parents 'clothes into the high-quality coffin that had been prepared many years ago, he was surprised to find an ancient book and a letter inside the coffin.
Reading the contents of the letter, he gradually became surprised.
It turned out that his parents didn't just run a corpse-transporting inn. They were the last generation of Mao Mountain's Zhu Youke.
As for this ancient book, it was covered in black velvet and golden thread.
It was a heaven-defying cultivation technique that his parents had accidentally obtained when they went out to chase corpses--
However, this cultivation technique seemed to be incomplete.
It recorded the cultivation methods from the lowest level to the ordinary level and then to the spirit level, but there was no mention of the part that was cultivated to the god level or even the saint level.
Originally, his parents had planned to cultivate this cultivation technique, but because they were older, the spiritual energy in their bodies had already solidified.
In addition, they realized that they could not stop cultivating this cultivation technique, or they would die.
He regretfully gave up on the idea of cultivating this heaven-defying cultivation technique.
However, his parents discovered that he was extremely talented and had an excellent constitution.
He could completely control this cultivation technique!
Therefore, he decided to find the last part of this heaven-defying cultivation technique as his 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony.
After reading the letter, he understood that his parents 'disappearance was not as simple as he had imagined.
This even involved the most mysterious area of Xiangxi!
He had a vague feeling that perhaps he would only be qualified to investigate further when he reached the Spirit level.
In order to find traces of his parents, he did not care about the outcome of his death and began his own cultivation path.
Just as his parents had said in their letter, this cultivation technique seemed to be tailor-made for him.
In just two years, he had risen from a noob without any cultivation foundation to a Rank-8 Mortal Class.
Today, he had just killed a hundred-year-old bloody corpse in the depths of the mountain to the west of the village.
After absorbing the spiritual energy from the bloody corpse, it had risen to Rank-9 Mortal Class.
He was just one step away from entering the Spirit rank!
One had to know that this was a height that most people could not reach in their lifetime.
When he returned home, he didn't expect that there would be someone standing in an area that no one had stepped into for a long time.
He had only gone up to ask, but this woman had actually fainted just like that.
Looking at Zhang Zifeng lying on the ground, Wu Lang whispered,""Hmm? Why did he have to come to her doorstep?”
Then, he frowned.
Not to mention that in a few hours, there might be guests coming to his mortuary inn.
Just the fact that this woman was lying in front of his door, the Yin Qi on her body would inevitably attract some unclean things.
Although he was not afraid, it would take some effort to disturb the corpse's transformation.
Thinking of this, Wu Lang sighed softly.
A slender and pale palm stretched out from the black robe. Its skin was extremely similar to that of a living person's.
With a flip of his wrist, a bell with a handle made of red sandalwood appeared between his index finger and thumb.
With a light shake, a crisp sound spread in all directions.
If it was any other time, there would definitely be people praising the refreshing and crisp sound.
However, in front of this quiet and empty mortuary inn, it gave people a creepy feeling.
Ding! Ding!
The bell rang twice, and time stopped for two seconds.
Suddenly, there was a bang.
The two maroon doors were pushed open by something from the inside.
Then, two men whose ages and appearances were unclear appeared at the door.
With his hands outstretched and his legs straight, he jumped over the threshold and arrived in front of Wu Lang.
Wu Lang flicked his wrist again, and the bell in his hand disappeared. In its place was a cinnabar brush and four pieces of yellow paper.
He casually waved the yellow paper, and the four pieces of yellow paper actually violated Newton's third law of gravity and floated in the air.
Wu Lang placed the brush in front of him and muttered softly,""Heavenly Clear Land Spirit, Zombie, listen up. Turn you into a god. Follow the talisman scripture and borrow the magic spirit to execute it immediately. The divine weapon is urgent as the law.”
Wu Lang opened his eyes and the cinnabar brush in his hand began to dance in the air.
A moment later, the four pieces of yellow paper were filled with dense red lines.
Wu Lang put away his cinnabar pen and waved his left and right hands at the zombies on both sides. He muttered,"Invisibility Talisman, go! Swift Movement Talisman, go!"
Immediately, four pieces of yellow paper flew toward the heads of the two zombies in pairs.
The moment the yellow paper came into contact with the zombies, a golden light flashed, and the two zombies 'tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.
Then, the yellow paper gradually disappeared, and the two zombies also disappeared bit by bit on the empty street.
Wu Lang clapped his hands and looked at the spot where the zombie was standing. He said to the air in front of him,""Send this woman to the middle of the village road.”
After saying that, he looked up at the sky, turned around, and walked over the two-foot-high threshold into the courtyard.
Bang! The red door closed.
Wu Lang's voice came from inside the door,""A storm is coming."
Outside the door, Zhang Zifeng's body suddenly floated in the air without any warning.
A gust of wind blew and Zhang Zifeng disappeared.
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