C9 Cadaveric metamorphosis

Looking at his faintly smiling face, I immediately realize that the biggest problem that blocks my path is nothing else but trust.

His gaze was like water, clear and distant, like a newborn baby. It didn't have any earthly splendor, as if he could see through my thoughts with just a glance.

I gritted my teeth and lightly nodded my head. At the very least, from my point of view, a person who had such a gaze definitely wasn't a bad person.

"Trust me," he smiled, "I can tell you right now that I am lacking people!"

"Sending people?" It was the first time I'd ever heard of such a profession, and I wondered if he was a cop. Because in Hong Kong movies, isn't the spoken word of the police called "short"?

"Yes, I am." He nodded, "You can call me Yi Yun."

"Uncle Yi." Yi Yun was about the same age as my father, so I didn't hesitate to call out to him.

If you can follow my instructions, you can guarantee the safe reincarnation of your father. Otherwise, you will have a lot of troubles during this year, and your father will have a very bad time, which will be very bad for both the dead and the living. "Yi Yun's voice was calm and low, like the voice of Buddha, as he subconsciously nodded his head.

"Everything is under the guidance of Uncle Yi. My father is miserable, so I don't want him to leave in a sorry state." I turned around to look at my father and saw that he was lying on top of the collapsed Spirit Hall as if he was asleep. The entire Spirit Hall was empty and desolate, causing me to feel a pang in my heart, as though tears were about to fall.

Yi Yun heaved a long sigh. He stood up and looked at the mourning hall before softly saying, "It's not wise to spread the news of your parents passing away. I suggest that you take it as your decision."

After hearing what he said, I couldn't help but shiver. Was there a problem with that? As such, he looked at Yi Yun in a daze.

"In my line of work, the main job is to send away what should be sent away, to chase away what should be driven away." Saying this, he frowned slightly. He looked at his father's Spirit Collapse and continued, "I can feel that some things that should not have come here have come."

"Something that shouldn't come?" I groaned, suddenly recalling the person wearing the birthday suit that appeared in this mourning hall last night. That's right, and that black cat as well. I couldn't help but be alarmed and take in a breath of cold air.

When I thought about my father's corpse leaning against a tree, I immediately told this to Yi Yun. He frowned as he heard it, and in just a short moment, his expression changed drastically. There was an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes as he coldly asked, "Are you sure that the black cat fell into your father's spiritual collapse?"

I nodded nervously.

"Oh no, this is going to be troublesome." Yi Yun rubbed his hands together and paced back and forth in the mourning hall. Finally, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Hurry, hurry. Your father's body must be buried today at noon."

"Why?" When I heard this, I was shocked. My father had not been an easy person his whole life, and now that he had passed away, how could he just let things end like this?

No matter how much you believe Yi Yun, I can't do it. In our village, people often say, "After death, no one will die." If that were the case, wouldn't it be no different from no one giving up their lives?

"It doesn't matter if you don't listen to me. Take a good look; there's a problem with your father's body right now. Any further delays and I'm afraid something big might happen." Yi Yun paced back and forth for a long time before finally focusing his gaze on my father's body.

Hearing this, I immediately stood up and looked towards my father. It was only then that I realised that in such a short period of time, my father's body had already turned into a purple and green dot, as if it had been melted by ink. His originally relaxed skin had already dried up and tightened, and the blood vessels beneath the skin were slightly popping out like earthworms.

Not only that, but when I saw my father's face, I was so frightened that I immediately sat down on the ground. My father's face, which had held a trace of a smile in it, had now completely changed color, as if it had been covered by dark clouds. His eyes were slightly open, his cheekbones were high, and his head was slightly tilted upwards, causing his mouth to open slightly, as if he was very uncomfortable trying to speak.

"How could this be?"

"Great Dao of the Earth! If your soul is unable to handle it, then the death aura will condense into a corpse! From the looks of your father's body, he should be turning into a corpse!" Yi Yun said in a deep voice.

"Turn into a corpse?" Is it a zombie? " When I heard this, my heart thumped and my throat tightened. My father's bones hadn't turned cold yet, so how could he turn into a zombie?

Although I still couldn't believe it, the reality before me has proven it. Looking at my father, who was half bruised, I knelt down with tears in my eyes. After kowtowing several times, I finally got up and looked at Yi Yun, "Uncle Yi, I'll listen to you. What should I do?"

Yi Yun nodded before letting out a sigh of relief. She raised her hand to look at the time and said, "There's still time. First, let's move your father's body to the grave of your Mu Clan."

I nodded without a sound and tried to get up to support my father, but Yi Yun stopped me. "Wait, your father's body is rigid and won't be able to advance even an inch. I'll think of a way to temporarily alleviate it first."

As he said this, Yi Yun took out a red rope, and with a flick of his fingers, a copper coin made of red rope appeared in Yi Yun's hands. His middle finger formed a sword, and his little finger formed a hook.

Strangely, after his actions, his father seemed to come to life and opened his mouth. Yi Yun then placed the copper coin woven from the red rope into his father's mouth.

Afterward, Yi Yun took out a small porcelain bottle about the size of a palm from his chest and carefully poured some dark red powder the size of a fingertip into his father's hair.

As soon as the powder fell into his father's hair, a sliver of black air leaked out from his head. In the blink of an eye, the powder vanished into thin air.

"As the saying goes, 'The lamp is extinguished when a person dies'. If not, then one should not stay in the human world. Otherwise, one would only suffer grievances. Why must you insist on doing this when the lantern is lit and extinguished?" Yi Yun's voice was calm, and there was a faint smile on his face, as if he was talking to an old friend whom he had not seen for many years.

Tears streamed down my face as I stood by the side. I wondered if my father could really hear what Yi Yun had said.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Father!"

But at this moment, just as I finished speaking, the black air that I had dispersed withdrew once again. It condensed on my father's forehead, and the copper wire Yi Yun placed in his mouth was revealed once again. It was as if my father had deliberately spat it out.

Shocked, I quickly kneeled down and grabbed my father's hand.

"Get out of the way!" At this moment, Yi Yun's face was extremely unsightly. It was as if he had been electrocuted. He pushed my hand away and shouted, "Stand at the door. If I don't tell you, don't come in."

Moreover, just as Yi Yun was saying these things to me, my father's body shook violently, letting out a muffled thump, as if he was struggling to sit up.

Only then did I realize that I had done something wrong. Looking at the strange corpse of my father, I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart. However, thinking about Yi Yun's words, I could only suppress the pain in my heart and stand to the side.

At the same time, I noticed that the flame of the lantern was only as big as a peanut and that the light had turned green. Even in broad daylight, I still felt a bone-piercing chill.

Right now, even without Yi Yun saying anything, I already felt that something was amiss.

In this short period of time, I don't know what Inky Cloud did, but at this time, the flame slowly returned back to its previous state. Inky Cloud also breathed a long sigh of relief, and waved her hand at me with a pale face, "Come on, make haste!"