After bringing the 20 or so bones back to the warehouse, the village chief was also in a good mood, and that night the village chief took off his clothes and continued to soak in the black clay pot, soaked in red to black blood. I found that the village chief's complexion was getting paler and paler, and there were even faint signs of blue, and there was also a faint blue light in his cloudy old eyes.

Perhaps because I was in a good mood after collecting a large number of corpses, the village chief took the initiative to talk to me when I was as numb as before and prepared the medicinal oil according to the prescription, asking me if I knew why I was like this. Of course I didn't know, I looked at the village chief suspiciously, and he told me proudly.

It turned out that the village chief gave me a kind of Gu poison that had been passed down from generation to generation by the ancient witches of the Miao people in Miaojiang. The village chief is not a native of Qingyun Town, he is from the Miao ethnic group, and he was also born in Miaojiang, and he learned the method of refining Gu and raising Gu from his grandmother since he was a child.

The Gu poison planted by the village chief on my body is called Heart Devouring Gu, and those who have been planted with Heart Devouring Gu will be eaten away by Gu worms little by little, and in the end, they will become a puppet with only their body left, and they will completely lose their consciousness.

After listening to the village chief's explanation, I sat on a chair with my sleeves rolled up and silently mixed the medicinal oil in the bowl, but my heart was miserable. The village chief saw that my face was ugly, and his ugly cheeks squeezed out deep folds, and said to me with a smile: "Zhang Jun'er, you don't have to be too sad, what about me, I need an obedient assistant, if I really let you be refined into a puppet by the Heart Devouring Gu, I won't get any benefits, so when I finish my exercises, I will naturally remove the Heart Devouring Gu for you." ”

"Will you let me go then?" I asked, with a glimmer of hope.

"Haha, let you go? If you are released, who will dig up the corpse for me and prepare medicinal oil? Zhang Jun'er, don't think about running away from me, you will either stay by my side and serve me all the time in this life, or you will wait to be sucked dry by the Heart Devouring Gu and become a puppet. ”

Hearing the village chief laughing wildly, my heart also swelled with anger, smashed the medicinal oil in the bowl on the ground, picked up the knife on the table and rushed towards the village chief.

"I'm killing you old immortal!!"

The past few days have not been human at all, dealing with dead bodies all the time, without a little freedom, and I can clearly feel that my body is becoming more and more strange, and I have begun to show abnormal symptoms - the skin on both feet is beginning to crack and blue, but instead of blood, a cyan liquid is leaking.

I tried to pinch my own foot, even with a sharp blade across my skin, but I didn't feel the slightest feeling. This is a sign of physical rigidity, and I have been immersed in corpse qi for this time, and even my body is beginning to show the slightest sign of zombification.

When the village chief soaked in the black clay pot, he showed a bare head with red flesh and red flesh, and when he saw me rushing towards him like crazy with a knife, he smiled instead of being angry, grinning and revealing his rotten yellow teeth, his shoulders twitched, and his eyes were full of banter.

Just when I was about to swing the knife in my hand and cut off the stinky old man's head, the long-lost, heart-devouring pain swept over the world, and the muscles up and down my body began to spasm, I couldn't help screaming loudly, let go of the knife, convulsed and fell to the ground, holding my head and rolling in pain.

"Zhang Jun'er, why are you so ignorant? If you recognize the reality and give up struggling earlier, you can live a comfortable life yourself, right? ”

As he spoke, the village chief seemed to have soaked enough, and when he slowly stood up and walked out of the black clay pot, his body was dripping with blackened blood, and half of the blood made of corpses in the jar had been absorbed, and all of it had been absorbed into the village chief's body. He walked slowly towards me, one blood mark at a time, and the skin on his body was soaked in blood with a strange red light, but this red light quickly faded, revealing blue skin.

As more and more corpses were devoured, the village chief's body had become stronger and stronger, as if the internal bones had expanded in a circle, and the muscles attached to it had also absorbed the corpse water sufficiently, expanding wildly and becoming full of resilience. When I first met the village chief, he was a little old man with a rickety back everywhere, and he was estimated to be less than 1.6 meters tall when he straightened up, and he was as thin as a monkey.

But now, the village chief didn't need to disguise himself like he did during the day, revealing his true body, which was almost close to the stage of Gongfa completion, in front of me. The village chief was almost bigger than me, and although he was still thin, his skin and flesh were very tight, his bones were thick, and his blue-gray skin was shining with a silver glow, like steel, and his muscles were very clear.

And the changes in his face are even more obvious—sunken cheeks, deep eye sockets full of shadows, a pair of cyan pupils that shimmer with a cold glow, a mouth that is cracked to the ear, sharp teeth, all of which indicate that the village chief is now evolving more and more towards a corpse demon.

"Zhang Jun'er, you kid have to use your brain to think about it, when I become a corpse demon...... You say, follow me and serve me as my subordinates, you are not destined to eat and drink spicy food? Feel relieved...... Hehe, when my exercises are completed, I will definitely find a way to make you immortal like me......"

I stared at the village chief in horror, and he let out a loud laugh that shook the small warehouse, and I felt the sharp pain in my body gradually disappear under the village chief's gestures. A feeling of prostration and weakness swept through my body, and I collapsed on the floor, staring at the ceiling tiredly, my heart full of mixed feelings.

"A week later, we will go to Nanshan Ridge to dig up corpses, this time, only ten more corpses will be dug up, and the Corpse Emperor Sutra will be cultivated to the fullest, hehe......"

Listening to the village chief's words, I felt at a loss for a while, do I really want to watch the village chief turn into a hundred-year-old corpse demon like this? When the time comes, I am almost certain that the village chief will first take Honggang Village under the knife, and hundreds of families in the village will be brutally eaten by him, and he will not even want to keep a whole corpse.

That's a hundred-year-old corpse demon, and it is also an extremely difficult existence to deal with among monsters, Qingyun Town will definitely suffer with Honggang Village in the future, and there is no reliable demon slayer nearby, Sister Lan They are already gone, and it is impossible for Guantianzi himself to deal with this terrible guy.

If I had known that I would end up like this, I shouldn't have listened to my grandfather's words, An An opened a white shop to mess around, if he had practiced the funeral scriptures and became a burial master like his grandfather, he would not have fallen into such a passive situation now.

Thinking of this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, and a very important thing came to mind.

Yes, I almost forgot that there is still a funeral scripture given to me by my father at home, although I have been following the will of my grandfather and father, this funeral scripture is not to say that I secretly looked at it, I just haven't touched it, but if you want to solve the desperate situation you are facing now, it seems that there is only one way to learn the funeral scripture.

Although our Zhang family has been poisoned because of the family taboo in the practice of the funeral scripture, the funeral scripture itself is a very mysterious book, and it is rumored that the content of it originated from the Fuxi gossip, and the gossip has a total of sixty-four changes, and the funeral scripture is a secret technique derived from one of the changes.

In fact, gossip should not be gossip, but sixteen trigrams, because these sixteen trigrams were half erased by the gods when they leaked the heavenly secrets, and they became Fuxi gossip from generation to generation. Thinking of this, I also made up my mind in my heart, as long as I can learn the funeral scriptures, things will definitely take a turn for the better.

In the days that followed, I was looking for an opportunity to return home to collect the funeral scriptures from the village chief, but things did not go as smoothly as I had hoped. Usually the village chief would lock me in the warehouse during the day, and I would go outside to deal with the affairs of the village by myself.

But during this time, as the changes in the body became more and more obvious, the village chief said that he needed to absorb the corpse qi overflowing in his body, so he kept soaking in the black clay pot and couldn't come out, so I could only stay by his side and wait for the blood in the jar to be enough, so I refined the corpse and added it to him. In this way, the time dragged on until a week later, and in the evening the village chief was ready to take me to Nanshanling again to steal the corpse.

I kept telling myself that this was the last chance, and if I couldn't grasp it, it would be too late for the village chief to find enough corpses and go back to absorb the corpse qi into his body. However, fortunately, the terrain of Nanshan Ridge is very complicated, and it is estimated that you may get lost every day.

Late at night, the village chief and I climbed up the hillside, and when the trees were so dense that there were almost no gaps, I excused myself to go to the toilet and let the village chief go first, and I got into the jungle on the side.

During this period of time, I deliberately behaved very peacefully, as if I was completely dead, the village chief seemed to relax his vigilance against me, impatiently waved his hand and said let me go and go back quickly, I carried the shovel and nodded and left, and when I couldn't see the figure of the village chief, I threw away the shovel and pulled my legs and ran desperately towards the slope of the Nanshan Ridge.

Tonight's night is very transparent, the sky seems to have penetrated the same high courtyard, in the corner of the sky of Youlan, a round of crescent moon hangs there like a Wu hook, exuding a trace of cold, under the illumination of the moonlight, I gritted my teeth and ran desperately, this is my last chance, I must go home to get back the funeral scriptures!

But as soon as I left Nanshan Ridge, I felt like thunder in my mind, the terrible pain began to torture my body, holding my head, I gritted my teeth and still ran forward, obviously running on flat ground, but I stumbled, and after countless times I got up again, and ran towards my home with perseverance.

Whether I will be tortured by the Heart-devouring Gu depends on the mood of the village chief, I have not returned to his side at this moment, the village chief must be suspicious, it is estimated that he is looking for me in the Nanshan Mountains, but now I can't take care of so much, and I don't care about 3721 and run towards home, and after a while, I arrived in Qingyun Town and came to the familiar street.

With a clear goal in mind, despite the severe pain, I stumbled back home, and at this time my physical strength was almost completely deprived, and when I arrived at the door, I no longer had the strength to stand - the green tendons on my forehead were constantly wriggling violently like worms, my vision was blurred, and the two rows of teeth were constantly fighting.

I took out the key to open the door, climbed up to the second floor almost with a crawl, took out the box under the bed, and I took out the mess of miscellaneous items in it, and finally after rummaging for a while, I found the funeral scripture that had been lying at the bottom for many years. I haven't taken it out since my father died, and the skin of the book is a little yellowed and curly.