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I felt a surge of urgency; if things escalated, the three of us would surely be outmatched. I quickly pulled out my Auxiliary Police Certificate and shouted, "Everyone, stop! I am an officer from Donghai City. If anyone dares to make a move, we will arrest you!"
"Kill them!" The village chief completely ignored me.
Suddenly, I realized my mistake. In a place like this, where the law was barely acknowledged, the villagers had little regard for the police.
I grabbed the Iron Pickaxe and said, "Let's fight our way out!"
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out suddenly.
We all froze for a moment.
Then we saw Wen Yan jump out of the grave pit, holding a handgun in his left hand and a submachine gun in his right. He immediately pulled the trigger towards the air.
"Da da da da..." The submachine gun emitted a puff of smoke and a series of sharp sounds.
The villagers around us were terrified. They had never seen a real gun before, but they had seen enough on TV and in movies. Seeing Wen Yan wielding two guns made them step back in fear.
Wen Yan's expression remained unchanged throughout. He snorted coldly and said, "Get back! Anyone who dares to take another step forward will be killed on the spot! My word is law!"
The villagers halted in their tracks, too frightened to advance.
Wen Yan walked towards the village chief with one gun in hand. He approached him and kicked him squarely in the head. The chief fell to the ground with a thud, blood spilling from his mouth.
Wen Yan pressed the gun against the chief's head and coldly stated, "If you don't want to die, take these people back!"
The village chief was truly terrified, his pants soaked with fear. He clutched his wet trousers, disregarding the blood on his face, and ran away without looking back. Seeing the chief flee, the other villagers quickly followed suit.
I looked at Wen Yan's imposing figure and sighed in relief. "Wen Yan, you really are something."
Wen Yan tossed the two guns onto the ground. "As a detective, you have to know how to intimidate people. I've used these replica guns a few times, and they work like a charm... Now stop standing around like fools and start digging."
We were all speechless; it turned out those two guns were fake.
I glanced at the others, and we quickened our pace, starting to dig. Just as I was getting anxious, I heard a “crack” as my pickaxe hit something wooden.
"We've found it!" I exclaimed. "Everyone, put in some effort and let's get this coffin out."
The three from Fourth Uncle's group were genuinely frightened; they kept digging to mask their nervousness.
I jumped down and cleared the dirt off the coffin lid, revealing a large red double coffin beneath the ground!
Red!
I didn't dare be careless. I took off my backpack and placed the ghost-repelling items nearby. "Come on, help me lift the coffin."
Wen Yan walked over without hesitation and stood beside me. Fourth Uncle's three companions timidly gathered around us. Together, the five of us gave a strong push and opened the coffin lid.
As we slowly pushed it open, two figures emerged from inside.
Upon seeing them, Fourth Uncle gasped and bolted away from the pit.
Wen Yan also showed a look of surprise before turning to me.
I examined what was inside the coffin: two people dressed in red wedding attire lay side by side. The man had a square face and looked dignified—he was undoubtedly a corpse! The key point was that his body seemed completely intact, with flesh and blood; there were no signs of decay at all. This man was none other than Zhao Min.
Next to Zhao Min lay a woman adorned with a phoenix crown and a flowing robe. This woman was carved from wood, identical to Zhao Yin. Moreover, the wooden figure bore Zhao Yin's birth details intricately engraved on its surface, and a long strand of Zhao Yin's hair draped over the woman's body.
The two figures held hands tightly, their fingers intertwined.
I took a deep breath and said, "It's not too late. That Old Taoist, Zhao Min's body not decaying is actually due to Zhao Yin's lifespan being transferred. You've probably lost at least twenty years of your own lifespan."
Zhao Yin nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I owe Brother Zhao this much. Returning twenty years of lifespan to her is quite good."
I felt somewhat speechless and reached out to pry apart the clasped hands of Zhao Min and Zhao Yin. No matter how much strength I exerted, I couldn't separate them.
"Come help me," I called to Wen Yan, who was standing nearby.
Wen Yan approached and extended his hand to assist me. His strength was considerable; after consuming Fox Demon Meat, I was about as strong as he was. Together, we forcibly broke Zhao Min's fingers apart, finally separating her from Zhao Yin.
"You've practiced martial arts before, right? Were you in the military?" I asked.
"Just work," Wen Yan replied without directly answering. However, judging by his expression, I guessed correctly. No wonder he dared to come here alone to capture Fourth Uncle and the others.
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the coffin.
I froze for a moment and asked, "Did you touch the coffin?"
Wen Yan shook his head.
At that moment, we both realized something was wrong and turned our attention back to Zhao Min's corpse.
Zhao Min's lifeless body abruptly opened its eyes wide. Then she reached out toward Wen Yan and me with a menacing grip. I ducked down and shouted, "You block her first; I'll grab the talisman!"
"Wen Yan" responded with a sound, and then with a sudden "crack," he found himself gripped by the corpse of "Zhao Min." The strength of "Zhao Min" was surprisingly great; with one hand, she lifted "Wen Yan" by the neck.
"I... damn it..." "Wen Yan" rolled his eyes, and in the final moments of his life, he finally stopped pretending to be cool and cursed.
In a panic, I randomly grabbed a talisman and slapped it onto "Zhao Min's" forehead.
It was the Corpse Fixing Talisman.
The Corpse Fixing Talisman buzzed and emitted a golden light.
Suddenly, "Zhao Min" was unable to move.
I hurried over and rescued "Wen Yan" from her grasp.
"Wen Yan" fell to the ground, gasping for air. He looked at me in shock. "What... what is going on? This thing has such great strength."
My heart was bleeding; another ten thousand yuan gone!
I said, "This corpse hasn't decayed for ten years; it must be powerful. Just now, when we disrupted 'Zhao Yin' and her marriage, 'Zhao Min's' spirit got angry, so she possessed her own body to try to kill us."
"What do we do now?" "Wen Yan" asked.
"We burn it," I replied. "I have Cinnabar, White Phosphorus, Black Dog Blood, Black Donkey Hoof, Glutinous Rice Dumpling, and gasoline. That should be enough to take care of her." As I spoke, I began to lay "Zhao Min's" corpse down.
"Wen Yan" listened and seemed speechless. "Why do I feel like you're not a proper Taoist? You even brought gasoline."
I just smiled; using the Fire Thunder Talisman would be simpler, but that cost ten thousand yuan!
Next to us was the wooden statue of "Zhao Yin." I took her birth date wooden plaque and a strand of her hair and asked "Fourth Uncle" and the others to burn these two items. Burning them would officially sever the marriage between "Zhao Yin" and "Zhao Min."
The three of them followed suit.
I walked over to Zhao Min's body, pulling out the Peach Wood Sword from my bag. I sighed, "Brother Zhao Min, when it comes to matters of the heart, how can one force it? If you love her, you should give her freedom. What you've done will only harm both yourself and others. Today, your soul is scattered, but it is not without reason; please do not blame me."
With that, I raised the Peach Wood Sword and aimed it at Zhao Min's chest.
Zhao Min's eyes burned with hatred as he stared at me, as if he wanted to kill me.
I paid him no mind and thrust the Peach Wood Sword down quickly. Now that Zhao Min and Zhao Yin were separated, he clearly could not break free from the Corpse Fixing Talisman drawn by the Old Taoist. Therefore, I had nothing to fear.
"Don't!" Zhao Yin suddenly lunged forward, grabbing my Peach Wood Sword with her hand. Although the Peach Wood Sword was merely made of wood and lacked sharpness, both Zhao Yin and I were quick; her palm was immediately cut by the edge of the sword.
I frowned. "What are you doing?"
Zhao Yin shook her head and began to cry. She looked at me and said, "Song Fei, is there... is there any other way? Can we not let Brother Zhao's soul scatter? I hope he can be reborn and meet a woman in his next life who loves him as much as he loved me. I've already wronged him in this life; he gave all his life and energy to me, yet now I have to cause his soul to scatter. I don't want this; I can't do this..."
Zhao Yin cried harder, her tears falling onto Zhao Min's body.
With each drop, it seemed as though the corpse aged a little more.
I understood Zhao Yin's feelings. For her sake, Zhao Min had sacrificed so much; throughout it all, he had never done anything wrong. He was bound by the Same Fate Yin Marriage against his will because by that time he had already become a ghost with a simple mindset.
Even as a ghost, after marrying in spirit, Zhao Min had never wished to harm Zhao Yin. He was merely driven mad by jealousy, punishing every man who came near her.
A man so infatuated could be considered tragic.
I sighed and shook my head. "There's no way now; Zhao Min has become a Vengeful Spirit. My current abilities cannot help him find peace. The moment darkness descends, I'm afraid his power will be too strong for the Corpse Fixing Talisman to contain for long."
With that said, I pushed Zhao Yin away.
At that moment, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and a cacophony of ghostly laughter echoed around us. I looked up to see the Old Witch standing atop the grave pit, sneering down at me with a mocking smile.
The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and countless ghostly laughs rang out above us.
The three of them, Fourth Uncle included, had already tumbled down from the grave pit, their faces pale as they struggled to stand.
I raised my head and glared at the Old Witch. "You're behind all this, aren't you?"
The Old Witch cackled ominously, her face covered in tumors that emitted swirling black mist. The mist coiled above us, blocking out the last rays of sunlight.
The ground around us grew unbearably dark.
"Young man, now that you've come here, why not stay and keep this old woman company? I'm quite lonely and would love to hear about what's happening in the city," she said with a sinister laugh, her body surrounded by Ghostly Energy.
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