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Otherwise, if that happens again, I won't even have the chance to fight back.

Furthermore, that old hag seemed to be the rich old hag I met at the book shop. Luckily, I was able to stop those hoodlums at that time. Otherwise, if this old hag had turned into a complete wimp, I wouldn't be standing here right now.

It has to be said that a half corpse actually existed. The requirements to become one was very harsh, as the cultivator had to be a half dead person. Their soul would not leave their body, and their physical body would not be damaged.

After that, he needed to absorb the flesh and blood of his own race to make up for the gap in his physical body and the weakness of his soul.

In order to make her look like this, she would need to absorb at least five people's flesh and blood. Once she absorbed nine, she would directly transform from a half-corpse into a zombie, and because of the existence of the soul, she could even jump over the purple stiffness and become a white furred zombie.

Zi's stiffened flesh and blood was impervious to swords and spears. If she became white and stiff, perhaps she would need to draw two blue talismans in order to cause any harm to her.

Thinking about this, I took out the sheepskin book. If I could draw the second talisman of the Nine Dragon Talisman, I would be able to use another life-saving technique. However, after reading it, I was still unable to see the incantation below.

Don't tell me my merits aren't enough? Who would have thought that after painstakingly killing off a half corpse, it was only because his own recovery ability had become stronger? He didn't manage to reap any benefits from that.

After packing my things, I went downstairs and found that the cats downstairs had not left yet, and there were also a few more.

He stopped a taxi at the school, told him to take it to a nearby taxi, and walked it over to Mingshu.

This place was still as depressed as ever. Most of the doors were tightly shut, so I went to the place where the Witch burned paper money to take a look. There was only a metal basin with some ashes left on it.

I squatted down and pinched it with my fingers. Then, with a dark expression, I stood up.

The ashes in the pot were actually not paper money ashes, but human ashes.

After walking a few more steps inside, there was actually a corpse lying inside the dark and damp alley.

The corpse wore tattered clothes and strips on its body. A large hole was opened in its chest. The bone spikes savagely pierced through the flesh and revealed the corpse of the security guard that I met earlier.

Logically speaking, it should have immediately lost control of itself after I killed the old half corpse, but it didn't expect it to fall here. Could it be that someone else was controlling the zombie?

Just when I was hesitating as to whether I should continue checking on the aura of death, a black figure suddenly appears behind me.

Just as I placed my hand on my shoulder, I took out a Scarlet Fire Talisman and abruptly turned around. However, when I saw the person behind me, I was stunned for a moment.

"Zhu Huo Liu … Hm? Boss? Why are you here? "

The man behind me was the owner of the wooden coffin.

I don't know if he was just passing by or if he saw me enter the alley with an unfinished paper man behind him.

"Don't ask so much, follow me."

The owner's face didn't look too good. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then took out a white ball from his pocket and threw it on the corpse before pulling me away.

After we left, a fire suddenly lit up in the alleyway. The fire continued for a moment before going out. Only ashes remained where the corpse laid.

As soon as I entered the shop, I could feel countless gazes focused on me. Although it wasn't my first time here, I still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Friend, if I don't drag you along, would you still go inside?"

The boss put the paper man aside and I casually glanced at it. There seemed to be a lot more paper men here than last time, and one of them was a very short, semi-finished paper man. It made me feel that it looked a bit familiar.

"Boss, do you know there's a problem inside?" I retracted my gaze and looked at the boss in front of me. This Mingxiu [1] shop seemed to be much more complicated than I thought.

The boss shook his head and threw a bag in front of me.

"The things inside are not things you can afford to provoke. When you have the ability to enter, I definitely won't stop you. Otherwise …"

At this point, the boss's mouth suddenly curled up a little bit, and his body leaned towards me.

I subconsciously took a step back as I felt something behind me. When I turned around, I saw that it was a little girl with a pale complexion.

The boss also saw the paper man behind me. He frowned and didn't continue speaking. Instead, he went around me and carried the paper man to the inner room to close the door.

"Here are the materials you want. You're pretty lucky, I just managed to get a batch. Take a look. Also, take a look at the accounts. Don't tell me you haven't gotten any merits in the past few days."

The boss's sudden change in attitude made me uncomfortable, but I opened the bag anyway and looked inside.

"Ghost Weeping Grass, Sickle Flower, Golden Crow Crown, Head Mushroom, huh? There are also two damned tongues. I seem to only want one, what's the meaning of the other one? "

The boss knocked on the table and smiled, "Nothing much, just that I find you pleasing to the eye and you are a gift." "In addition to the materials you used last time, this place will take at least thirty years of merits, so what did you take …"

Without waiting for the boss to finish speaking, I took out the Merit Charm and flipped to the first page. On the first page, there was a girl painted in ink with a delicate and pretty face.

Kill yourself? Mm, although it is only twenty years of merit, it is still considered rather rare.

The boss looked at me in surprise. He turned around and took out a thick booklet and flipped open the booklet. I casually glanced at it and estimated that there were at least a hundred pages on the previous page!

The owner then took out a white brush. Although the brush did not look like it was made of any material, one could still smell a faint fragrance even though it was very far away.

The tip of the brush wasn't stained with ink, but the owner rolled the brush onto a paper charm. The girl on the first page became a ball of ink and was sucked into the brush.

After a while, the first page of my virtue talisman was completely blank, while the brush in the owner's hand was dyed in a layer of strange black. Somehow, I could hear the weeping of a girl.

However, that girl has already been sent away by me. The crying sound that I am about to make is just an embodiment of the records of merits, similar to the magnetic field that is attached to the talisman ashes.

This brush should be an extraordinary magical equipment.

In our industry, everyone has their own magic tools, such as my master's eight trigrams plate, and also like my lotus flower lamp. These are all considered good magic tools, and many new Daoists can only use ordinary red ink brushes as their magic tools.

And the owner's brush was different from the red ink brush. This brush was a picture of a paper man's facial features, and a picture of a person's spirituality.

The paper man was also known as the Yin King. When people were buried, their families would burn a few paper men down. Those who were afraid of death would be lonely down there.

Although paper men were only made of paper, after being bestowed with the charm by craftsmen, they had the intelligence to cross the River Styx and become Yin media. Although they could not be reincarnated, they could still serve their masters in the underworld.

Whether or not it was possible to be a person of Yin ability and how long it could last was entirely related to the craftsman. It was obvious that the boss of the Wood Officer's wealth was at least considered a mediocre person in this regard.

The boss once again sketched the ink on the brush onto his own booklet. As the last stroke fell, the girl's portrait was actually exactly the same as the one on the merit talisman from before.

"Done, this account is finally cleared."

Putting away the colorless brush, the owner was about to close the book.

However, just as I flipped through the pages, I accidentally saw a painting in the middle of the page. My eyes slowly widened as beads of sweat the size of beans seeped out from my forehead.