Zombie World: Helping the World

Qin Song looked at him in surprise, and said, "Young Master Xue? We don't seem to know each other, and I don't know you well either."

They had just arrived in Shuifeng Village, and Xue Donghua also ran to Shuifeng Village on the back foot, so I'm afraid they didn't have any good intentions.

Xue Donghua smiled and picked up a cup of tea on the table. He didn't hesitate to drink it before, so he took a sip, "We were not familiar before, but now, aren't we familiar?"

"Do you think so, Daoist Qin?"

Qin Song frowned and said, "What is your intention here? Why are you following us?"

Xue Donghua always had a pleasant smile on his face, which made Qin Song feel that this person was not normal.

"I just like anecdotes. Seeing Daoist Qin as a wonderful person, I naturally want to join in the fun." Xue Donghua said unhurriedly.

"I see Daoist Qin and you guys have been searching for so long in Shuifeng Village. What are you looking for?"

A cold light flashed in Qin Song's eyes, "What do we have to do with you here?"

"It's really strange that you followed us to Shuifeng Village instead of helping that Zizhi girl get rid of the ghosts at home."

Xue Donghua smiled and put down the teacup in his hand, "Who said I came following you?"

"You guys have something to do in Shuifeng Village, and you want to find something, but I can't have something to go to Shuifeng Village to look for something?"

Qin Song waved his hands and said, "That's your business, I don't care about it."

"However, if you came here just to say these things, then you can leave already."

A trace of displeasure finally flashed across Xue Donghua's face. In his opinion, Qin Song and the others must have some big secret when they came to Shuifeng Village, so they didn't want to reveal it to him.

Xue Donghua also knew that he couldn't ask any more questions, so he cupped his fists and said, "In that case, Brother Qin, let's see you another day."

With a faint smile on Xue Donghua's face, he left immediately, passing Qin Song.

Qin Song looked at the back of this person leaving, and felt that Xue Donghua was very strange.

After Xue Donghua walked out, he passed a corner before stopping.

His complexion returned to normal, "I don't know if Qin Song and the others have something to do with the frequent occurrence of ancient corpses and demons in the Yangtze River."

"Who is behind this series of supernatural phenomena?"

"It doesn't matter, the sect sent me here. Since I don't have any clues, I'll start looking for these suspicious people."

After finishing speaking, Xue Donghua disappeared into the darkness.

……

Time passed like a passing time, and four or five days passed in a flash. Qin Song followed Old Master Tao and the others, still searching for the possibility of the existence of the Hua family in Shuifeng Village and the surrounding areas.

The final result was disappointing, which also allowed Qin Song and Taoist Jiang to confirm that the Hua family had indeed disappeared in Shuifeng Village.

As for whether they disappeared because of the Miemen massacre, or they disappeared away from home, it is unknown.

A few people are ready to embark on the return journey.

After dinner in the evening, Qin Song talked about it with Mr. Tao, and Mrs. Tao sighed and said that he would leave the next morning, so Qin Song didn't think much about it.

As soon as he returned to his room, he found Er He leaning against the door of his room, seeming to be in a good mood.

Qin Song walked over and asked, "Erhe, what's so happy about it? Are you going to marry a wife?"

Er He blushed, and quickly waved his hands and smiled, "Qin Daochang, please don't make fun of me."

"I have this condition, where do I go to talk about marriage, and no one wants me if I go to the door."

"Qin Daochang, I came to you to tell you something."

"The soul-devouring corpse we met in the Yangtze River last time was fished out of the river by brother Yu's master He Erbo." When he said this, his expression became more and more excited.

"The situation at that time was so dangerous that it could be said that it was close to death."

Qin Song became interested and said, "Caught it? Okay, okay, let's go, let's talk inside."

He entered the house and lit a candle, and in the dim light of the oil lamp, Er He's face flickered, and he talked about the events at that time.

At that time, Chen Youyu, Qin Song and the others met the soul-devouring corpse in the river, and they were so frightened that they almost lost their wits.This thing is not much worse than the fisherman's corpse back then.

So after Chen Youyu went back, he ran to his master He Erbo, who had sealed the knife for many years, and told the story. After He Erbo heard this, his eyes rolled and his face was full of fearful memories.

He Erbo asked Chen Youyu, "Is that thing with black hair and white clothes standing in the water?"

Chen Youyu was immediately surprised, "Master, how do you know?"

He Erbo's complexion changed, his eyes changed, as if he was caught in a long memory.

"This is not a good thing."

"There was once in the river that year, and out of ten out of ten corpse hunters in eight villages, nine died. Including the Dragon King Priest in our Shuifeng Village, all of them died strangely and violently."

"If it doesn't work, he's going to come to claim his life."

Chen Youyu asked in disbelief: "Master, isn't this thing in the river? Why did you come to claim your life?"

He Erbo took two puffs of dry cigarette and said, "This thing is very weird, and you can't calculate it according to your previous common sense."

"Forget it, I can't ignore it when it happens to my old man in this life."

After finishing speaking, He Erbo followed Chen Youyu and brought the things he hadn't touched for more than ten years to the riverside.

The corpse didn't go far, nor did it flow down the river, it just lay across the river, making passing boats dare not approach it.

He Erbo and Chen Youyu got closer in a small boat, and He Erbo immediately saw that the large area of ​​black in the center of the river was obviously a phenomenon that would only appear when the corpse's hair was scattered and the head was close to the river.

He Erbo muttered to himself, "It really is a soul-devouring corpse, or a murderous vertical corpse, who told you to come and get her?"

"That person obviously wants your life. This kind of corpse floating vertically is evil."

"Plus, this is still a soul-devouring corpse. If you really try to fish it, you may die on the spot."

Chen Youyu looked at the large pool of black hair floating on the river, his scalp numb with fright, as if falling into an ice cave.

"Master, what should we do then? Can we still catch this soul-devouring corpse?"

Uncle He glared at him, "No? No, she will come to your bedside at night, and when you are strangled to death by your hair, you will regret it."

He Erbo sat down on the boat in shock and almost fell into the river.

"Master, you mean, she's following me?"

He Erbo sneered, "You're not stupid."

"Being targeted by this thing, within three days at most, it will come to harm people."

"Before so many corpse hunters died in its hands, that's how it died. It can come ashore to find you."

After finishing speaking, He Erbo didn't say any more, but picked up the precious gold powder that hadn't been used for 20 years.

He took the gold powder and sprinkled it in the air, and a string of brilliant golden light reflected into the river.

When these gold powders entered the Yangtze River, they floated on the surface of the river and burned slowly.