After bringing these twenty-odd corpses back to the warehouse, the village chief was in a good mood. That night, the village chief took off his clothes and continued to soak them in a black jar, soaking in red to black blood. I found that the village chief's complexion was getting paler and paler, even showing signs of being slightly bluish, and there was also a faint blue light in his cloudy old eyes. Perhaps it was because I was in a good mood after collecting a large number of corpses. When I was preparing the medicinal oil according to the prescription as numbly as before, the village chief took the initiative to talk to me and asked me if I knew why I was like this now. Of course I didn't know. I looked at the village chief with confusion, and he started to tell me proudly. It turns out that what the village chief gave me was a kind of poison passed down from generation to generation by the ancient witches of the Miao ethnic group in the Miao border. The village chief is not a native of Qingyun Town. He is from the Miao ethnic group and was born in the Miao border. He learned the method of refining and raising gu from his grandmother when he was a child. The poison that the village chief planted in me is called the Heart-Eating Gu. The person who is planted with the Heart-Eating Gu will have his soul eaten away by the poison bit by bit. In the end, he will become a puppet with only his body left. Completely losing consciousness. After listening to the village chief's explanation, I rolled up my sleeves and sat on the chair silently mixing the medicated oil in the bowl, but I felt miserable in my heart. The village chief saw my ugly face, with deep wrinkles on my ugly cheeks, and said to me with a cheerful smile, "Zhang Jun'er, you don't have to be too sad. As for me, I need an obedient assistant. If I really let you I won't get any benefits from being turned into a puppet by the Heart-Eating Gu, so when I complete my technique, I will naturally remove the Heart-Eating Gu for you." "Will you let me go then?" I asked with a glimmer of hope. "Haha, let you go? If I let you go, who will dig up the corpses and prepare medicinal oil for me? Zhang Jun'er, don't think about running away from me. You can either stay by my side and serve me in this life, or you can just wait. Let's be sucked dry by the Heart-Eating Gu and turned into a puppet." Hearing the village chief laugh wildly, I felt a surge of anger in my heart. I smashed the medicated oil in the bowl on the ground, picked up the knife on the table and rushed towards the village chief. "I'll fucking kill you old immortal!!" These past few days have not been a human life at all. I have been dealing with dead bodies all the time, without any freedom. Moreover, I can clearly feel that my body is becoming more and more strange, and abnormal symptoms have begun to appear—— The skin on both feet began to crack and turn blue, but instead of bleeding, a green liquid leaked out.I tried pinching my feet, and even scratched my skin with a sharp blade, but I felt nothing. This is a sign of physical rigidity. I have been immersed in corpse air for this period of time, and even my body has begun to show signs of zombie transformation. The village chief soaked in the black earthen pot, revealing a bald head with bright red flesh. When he saw me charging towards him like crazy with a knife, he smiled instead of angry, grinning to reveal rotten yellow teeth, shoulders Twitching and twitching, his eyes were filled with amusement. Just when I was about to swing the knife in my hand and cut off the head of this smelly old man, I felt the overwhelming pain of thousands of ants that had not been seen for a long time. The muscles all over my body began to spasm. I couldn't bear it. He screamed loudly, let go of the knife, twitched and fell to the ground, holding his head and rolling in pain. "Zhang Jun'er, why are you so ignorant of good and evil? If you recognize the reality and give up struggling early, you can live a comfortable life, right?" With that said, the village chief seemed to have had enough. When he stood up slowly and walked out of the black jar, black blood was dripping from his body. The blood made from corpses in the jar had been reduced by half. Was absorbed into the body of the village chief. He walked towards me slowly, leaving blood marks one step at a time. The skin on his body was soaked with blood and shed a strange red light, but this red light soon faded, revealing blue skin. As more and more corpses were devoured, the village chief's body became stronger and stronger, as if the internal bones had expanded in a circle, and the muscles attached to it had fully absorbed the corpse water, going crazy. expands and becomes resilient. When I first met the village chief, he was just a stooped little old man that can be seen everywhere. He was probably not even 1.6 meters tall when he straightened up, and he was as skinny as a monkey. But now, the village chief didn't need to disguise himself like he did during the day, and revealed his true body in front of me, which was close to the completion stage of his martial arts. The village chief is almost bigger than me. Although his figure is still skinny, his skin is very tight and his bones are thick. His blue-gray skin is flowing with a silvery cold light, like steel, and his muscle lines are also very clear. And the changes in his face were even more obvious - sunken cheeks, deep eye sockets full of shadows, a pair of blue pupils with cold light, a mouth that was slit to the ears, sharp teeth, everything... It shows that the village chief is now evolving more and more towards the corpse demon. "Zhang Jun'er, you kid, you have to think carefully. After I become a corpse demon... you said, stay with me and serve me well as my subordinate. Isn't it your destiny to be a popular and spicy drinker? What's the matter? Don't worry... Haha, when I complete my technique, I will definitely find a way to make you immortal like me..." I stared at the village chief in horror. He burst into wild laughter. The laughter shook the small warehouse. I felt the severe pain in my body gradually disappear under the village chief's gesture. A feeling of exhaustion and weakness swept through my body. I collapsed on the floor, staring at the ceiling tiredly, with mixed feelings in my heart. "We will go to Nanshan Ridge to dig up corpses again in a week. This time, as long as we dig out ten more corpses, we will be able to practice the Corpse Emperor Sutra to perfection, haha..." Listening to the village chief's words, I felt confused for a while. Do I really want to watch the village chief turn into a century-old corpse monster like this? At that time, I am almost certain that the village chief will first operate on Honggang Village. Hundreds of households in the village will be disemboweled and brutally eaten by him, and not even a single corpse will be left behind. That is a hundred-year-old zombie monster. It is also an extremely difficult existence to deal with among monsters. Qingyun Town will definitely suffer along with Honggang Village in the future. There is no reliable demon slayer nearby. Sister Lan and the others have already left. , Emperor Guan himself cannot possibly deal with such a terrifying guy. If I had known that I would end up like this, I shouldn't have listened to my grandfather's words and just opened a burial shop to live happily. If I had practiced burial scriptures and become an underground burial master like my grandfather, I wouldn't have been able to do it now. Don't fall into such a passive situation. Thinking of this, an idea suddenly flashed in my mind, and I thought of something very important. Yes, I almost forgot that I still have the funeral scripture that my father gave me at home. Although I have always followed my grandfather and father’s will , I haven’t even touched the funeral scripture, let alone reading it secretly. I have encountered it, but if you want to solve the desperate situation you are facing now, it seems that the only way left is to learn the burial scriptures. Although our Zhang family was poisoned because we violated family taboos by practicing the Burial Scripture, the Burial Scripture itself is a very mysterious book. It is said that the content in it originated from the Fuxi Bagua. There are sixty-four changes in the Eight Diagrams. The Burial Scripture It is a secret technique derived from one of the changes. There is no need to say more about the profoundness of the Eight Diagrams. In fact, the Eight Diagrams should not be the Eight Diagrams, but the sixteen hexagrams. Because these sixteen hexagrams revealed the secrets of heaven, half of them were erased by the gods, and passed down from generation to generation, they became the Fuxi Bagua. Thinking of this, I also made up my mind in my heart. As long as I can learn the Burial Sutra, things will definitely turn around. In the next few days, I kept exploring the opportunity to separate from the village chief and return home to collect the burial scriptures, but things did not go as smoothly as I thought. Usually the village chief would lock me in the warehouse during the day, while he would go outside to deal with village affairs. But during this period, as the changes in my body became more and more obvious, the village chief said that when he needed to absorb the corpse energy overflowing from his body, he stayed in the black earthen jar and could not come out. I could only stay with him and wait for the jar. If his blood is not enough, he will refine the corpse and add it to him. In this way, the time dragged on until a week later. In the evening, the village chief was going to take me to Nanshan Ridge to steal corpses again. I kept telling myself that this was my last chance. If I couldn't seize it, it would be too late after the village chief found enough corpses and went back to absorb the corpse energy into his body. Fortunately, the terrain of Nanshan Ridge is very complex, and you may get lost even if you go there every day. Late at night, the village chief and I climbed up the hillside. When the trees were so dense that there were almost no gaps, I asked the village chief to go first on the pretext of going to the toilet, and I got into the jungle on the side. During this period of time, I deliberately acted very calm, as if I had given up completely. The village chief seemed to have relaxed his vigilance towards me. He waved his hand impatiently and told me to go back quickly. I nodded and bowed while holding the shovel. After leaving, after the village chief could no longer be seen, he threw away the shovel and ran as fast as he could down the slope of Nanshan Ridge. Tonight's night is very transparent, and the sky seems to have penetrated the high courtyard. In the corner of the orchid sky, a crescent moon hangs there like a Wu hook, exuding a hint of cold light. Under the moonlight Under the light, I gritted my teeth and ran as hard as I could. This was my last chance. I had to go home and get the burial scripture back! But as soon as I left Nanshan Ridge, I felt like thunder exploded in my mind, and the terrible pain began to torture my body. I clutched my head tightly, gritted my teeth and ran forward, even though I was on flat ground. I ran, but I stumbled and fell down countless times. I got up again and ran towards my home with perseverance. Whether I will be tortured by the heart-eating Gu depends entirely on the mood of the village chief. Now that I have not returned to him, the village chief must have become suspicious and is probably looking for me in Nanshan Ridge. But now I no longer cared about so much, and ran towards home regardless of the situation. After a while, I arrived at Qingyun Town and came to a familiar street. After having a clear goal in mind, I stumbled back home despite suffering from severe pain. At this time, my physical strength was almost completely exhausted. When I arrived at the door of my house, I no longer had the strength to even stand—— The veins on his forehead were squirming like insects, his vision was blurred, and the two rows of teeth were constantly fighting. I took out the key and opened the door. I almost crawled up to the second floor. I took out the box under the bed and took out the messy stuff. Finally, after rummaging around for a while, I found the box that had been placed at the bottom. After many years of burial. I have never taken out this burial scripture since my father passed away, and the cover of the book is a little yellowed and curled.