No blood came out, not a single drop.

Seven corpses and seven heads fell silently on the dirt covered with yellow leaves, and when the wind blew gently, they turned into sand and scattered away.

Staring at the gradually dissipating Shishen, Xu Daoqing frowned unconsciously.

Because he had encountered it seven years ago, he knew a little bit about Shikigami.

Shikigami, originally called a god-servant, means a god or spirit that serves its master. Its predecessor should be the Taoist school of Yanhuang Kingdom, such as the "Yellow Turban Force", which was introduced to the Xiaohe Kingdom during the Tang Dynasty, and gradually evolved from the Yin and Yang Warlocks in the Xiaohe Kingdom, and finally became an independent system.

Of course, whether it is the so-called Yellow Turban Lux or a ghost, there may have been once, but now it has long disappeared in the rolling rings of history.

At this time, the Shishen that Xu Daoqing encountered was just a "weapon" based on science and superstition, combined with some cruel means, which could perform illusions and some martial arts, but that's all.

At least, in Xu Daoqing's eyes.

"After all, I can't compare to the martial artists of my Yanhuang Kingdom!"

Encountering Shikijin near the village was something Xu Daoqing had long expected, and this was a move he had arranged earlier.

Killing this group of gods was not just a matter of fun, and as for the subsequent changes, he was still thinking about it, but he was unwilling to interfere more at this time.

He has more important things to do.

He held out a finger to smooth the wrinkle between his brows, then raised his head and walked to the other side of the village.

On the other side, there was a small hillside, slightly abruptly standing in the sparse woodland, and on the top of the slope there was a very old pine tree, densely packed with dark green pine needles, silently colliding with each other in the night.

Xiang Tomb.

On the surface, this is an inconspicuous small tomb, which was discovered by Xu Daoqing by accident, he had been to the tomb, and then he knew that this place was probably hundreds of years ago, during the Southern Song Dynasty, the resting place of a famous heroine.

There was no moon in the night sky, only a few scattered stars.

Xu Daoqing strode along, and in the dim night, he saw a person standing in front of the tomb.

He was an emaciated young man, with a white face and no beard, he wore the most common cloth shirt and linen pants in the city of Beiping, but the sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up, and a bronze bell was tied to the wrist of his left hand and the ankle of his right foot, and he carried a large wine jar in his right hand.

The young man stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, he tilted his head and poured a large sip of wine into his mouth, but his two slender eyes stared at the grave in front of him without blinking, and there was an almost fanatical light in his eyes.

Xu Daoqing stood still five meters away from the young man, his hands were already unconsciously clenching the Eight Slashing Blades, as the pinnacle of martial arts, he instinctively sensed a trace of dangerous qi.

But the danger did not come from the drunken youth, but from the dark shadow that lurked beside him.

Concentrate on his eyes and look fixedly, in Xu Daoqing's eyes, the appearance of the black shadow suddenly became clear.

It turned out to be a zombie, more than two meters tall, wearing the official uniform of the former Qing Dynasty. Its skin glowed silver, gray-white as a dead man, its arms were extremely long, hanging down to its knees, and its straight fingers stretched out on the front of the ground, with ten spiky black claws, were emitting wisps of black gas.

The zombie was originally motionless with its eyes closed, but when Xu Daoqing looked at it, it suddenly jumped in place, opened its eyes suddenly, and two strange green lights bloomed in its empty pupils.

It was Xu Daoqing, who was also slightly uncomfortable under these two clouds of green and faint light.

"Xiangxi Corpse Chasing Sect?" he asked, the knife in his hand gripping the ground tighter.

"No, it's not from Xiangxi. The young man shook his head and said, "Since my grandfather's generation, my family is from Beiping!"

Drinking all the wine in the jar in one gulp, and throwing it at will, the jar flew far away, "bang", hit a nearby tree, and shattered into several petals.

The young man took a deep breath, exhaled, and paused for a while before turning around, facing Xu Daoqing, clasping his fists and saluting, and said, "Lou Xuhui, the last descendant of the corpse chasing faction, has seen his predecessors!"

"I have secretly explored, I thought that the young generation in Beiping City were all crooked melons and cracked dates, but I didn't want to hide characters like you......" Xu Daoqing sighed and continued, "It's a sight to behold." ”

"Heh, the art of chasing corpses is just a sideshow, and you are a peak martial artist, I can't get into your eyes, it's no more ordinary. Lou Xuhui smiled, his left arm shook slightly, and the bronze bell tied to his wrist "jingled", and the zombie guarding his side jumped in front of him.

"The corpse chaser faction has been passed into my hands, almost cut off, in this world, I'm afraid I'm the only corpse chaser left, I want to revive the corpse chaser faction!" said loudly, Lou Xuhui took two steps back, completely hid himself behind the zombies, he pointed to the tomb on the side, "I want the owner of this tomb!"

"As I expected, the lord of this tomb should be a martial artist, I'm afraid it has been hundreds of years since then, I want to get it and refine it into a corpse puppet!"

With the sound of words, Lou Xuhui became more and more fanatical and excited.

Suddenly, a broken cry resounded in all directions like a thunderbolt.

"Impossible!"

The eight slashing knives pointed straight ahead, and Xu Daoqing said coldly: "This tomb is not something you can move!"

"Why?" Lou Xuhui subconsciously raised his right hand when he heard this, wanting to drink, but found that the wine jar was thrown by himself, so he smacked his lips and asked.

Xu Daoqing's face was frosty, and he didn't answer, the two confronted each other for a long time, but he said again: "You want to make the corpse of a martial artist into a puppet, I won't interfere in this matter, after all, it is also the inheritance of the corpse chasing faction." And although there are not many cemeteries for martial artists, there are also a lot, you can look elsewhere, this tomb, no!"

"Oh......" Lou Xuhui leaned out half of his body from behind the zombie and tilted his head, "What's in the tomb?"

"Is it a treasure from the past, a legendary martial arts classic, or some unknown secret?" he said to himself, "No, no, these things can be taken out and preserved, why bother to put them in the tomb, unless, this thing cannot leave this tomb......"

"Could it be ......" Lou Xuhui said, finding Xu Daoqing's increasingly cold expression, he also showed an unbelievable look.

"Is that kind of thing supposed to exist only in a few emperors' tombs, and even only emperors through the ages deserve to have it, how can it be ...... here?"

Before the words fell, the sound of breaking wind sounded, and Xu Daoqing had already rushed over with a knife.

Seeing this, Lou Xuhui was slightly stunned, and then the bells at his wrists and ankles vibrated together, and in a crisp sound, the green light in the zombie's eyes was sheng, and he greeted it with a "whoosh".