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“Ding, dong, ding…” The Corpse-Subduing Bell had a limited effect on Ma Xiang, but it still provided some enhancement. I took out another Corpse Fixing Talisman and placed it on Ma Xiang's forehead.
“Roar!” Ma Xiang shouted in anger as the two Corpse Fixing Talismans began to shake violently.
At that moment, the Dahong Master, who had been preparing, finally made his move. He formed a special “卍” symbol with his hands and chanted loudly, “Namo… Amitabha Buddha!”
With a loud boom, the Golden Bowl in front of Dahong suddenly expanded and flew into the air, emitting beams of golden light that enveloped Ma Xiang's head.
Bathed in the golden light, Ma Xiang struggled in pain, slowly kneeling down to the ground, convulsing all over. Under the continuous illumination of the Golden Bowl, Ma Xiang eventually lay still.
The Golden Bowl fell to the ground with a thud, while Dahong Master spat out a mouthful of blood. He closed his eyes and lay on the ground, unable to move.
I absolutely could not miss this opportunity. I quickly reached out and pressed my hand against Ma Xiang's body. A surge of powerful energy flowed from his corpse into me—abundant and overwhelming. The Demonic Power swirled in my chest, coalescing into a sphere of black light.
After absorbing Ma Xiang's energy, his white fur quickly faded away, leaving behind a lifeless corpse lying there.
The sensation of power coursed through me, filling me with newfound confidence for the upcoming battle.
Once I finished absorbing the Demonic Power, I turned to look at Dahong Master and marveled at how impressive magical artifacts were. The Golden Bowl was truly remarkable, and even the beads on Yang Gou Dan were extraordinary treasures.
Dahong Master had propped himself up but was left only gasping for breath. He beckoned me with a finger.
I asked, “Master, what is it?”
"Dahong Master" panted, "Do you... do you want it?"
I was taken aback, then immediately overjoyed. "Master, you are truly generous! How could I possibly accept this? How much is the Golden Bowl? Name your price, and I won't haggle!"
"Dehong Master" rolled his eyes. "This... this Golden Bowl, known as the Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl, is one of the treasures of our Jinshan Temple. This Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl is a replica; its original is in the hands of our Master Fahai. Master Fahai's Golden Bowl shines with Buddha's light, revealing the true forms of any demons or monsters. It is a priceless treasure of the Buddhist sect. As for my Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl, although it is merely a copy, it possesses great power and is one of my life-bound artifacts, so I cannot give it to you."
Just as I was getting excited and my blood was boiling from what I heard, I suddenly felt frustrated by his last statement. "Then why did you ask if I wanted it? Come on!"
"Dehong Master" wasn't angry. "Although I can't give you this Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl, I can gift you those thirty-six Arahant Bronze Statues. The Thirty-Six Formation is quite impressive as well. I see that your six senses are already open; with a bit of practice, you'll be able to use them. The higher your mental power, the more powerful the Thirty-Six Arhat Formation will be; its might is not much less than that of the Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl."
Hearing this, I felt like I was getting a good deal. "Alright, thank you so much! Hehe."
"Dehong Master" waved his hand. "I can give you these items, but you need to agree to one condition."
"What is it?" I asked.
"You need to guarantee that I won't get caught for pushing Li Kui," Dehong Master said.
Upon hearing this, I realized that the old monk was afraid of facing legal trouble, which was why he offered me these items; it wasn't just out of gratitude for saving his life.
However, I had to agree to this condition. Those thirty-six bronze statues looked quite formidable, though they had to be planted in the ground beforehand and couldn't be moved around, which was somewhat inconvenient.
Still, for me, they would definitely be useful.
I said, "Alright, no problem. I promise you won't get into any legal trouble." With that, I hurriedly picked up the thirty-six bronze figures from the ground and stuffed them into my bag.
After a brief rest, Master Dehong sighed and muttered to himself, "Brother, you were right. My heart has been tainted by the mundane world, and I can no longer radiate the Buddha's light to ordinary beings. This White-haired Zombie has left me in such a sorry state; it seems my cultivation has diminished significantly." With a heavy heart, the old monk slowly departed from Hailong Construction Company.
I called Long over and briefed him on a few matters, mainly instructing him not to reveal the true cause of Li Kui's death. After all, Master Dahong had just gifted me a set of Arahant Bronze Statues.
Long snapped back to reality, nodding repeatedly and assuring me not to worry. Such matters couldn't be reported anyway; after all, it wasn't like a Zombie was committing murder. He also suggested that Qin Hai and I stay here for the night since there would be a dinner invitation from the leadership as a reward.
I agreed, feeling quite pleased. Tonight was going to be profitable; not only had I acquired that Thirty-Six Arhat Formation, but I had also absorbed so much Demonic Power. If I used witchcraft, this Demonic Power would definitely be enough for a big move.
However, I found the Arhat formation somewhat frustrating because it could only be set up in advance on the ground. Moreover, in terms of power, it paled in comparison to the old monk's Golden Bowl.
Long patted his chest and said, "Hey, this Ma Xiang is really impressive. He was a real estate tycoon in life, wealthy beyond measure. Now that he's dead, who would have thought he would also be the Zombie King? Incredible."
Listening to Long, my brows furrowed again. Something felt off about this Ma Xiang. It was understandable that he died with Resentment, but he was an ordinary person—how could he suddenly become such an extraordinary Zombie? If it weren't for encountering Master Dahong today, I might have been done for.
Just as I was pondering this, my phone rang with a sharp tone.
I picked up the phone to hear Ada's panicked voice on the other end. "Song... Brother Song... can you come see me? Please come over."
Hearing that brat's voice made me lose my patience. I replied, "What do you want me to see? Are you watching something inappropriate?"
Ada sounded like he was about to cry on the other end. "Brother Song, am I going to die? Why do my fingers feel so old? I've only messed around a few times; how did I end up looking like an old landlord lady?"
As soon as I heard that, my heart sank. I knew something was wrong. "Don't panic. I'll go take a look. You stay home and wait for me."
I hung up the phone and said to Long and Qin Hai, "I have a friend who is feeling unwell. I need to check on him. You two handle things here, and make sure those workers don't cause any trouble."
Qin Hai replied, "Don't worry. We're more familiar with this kind of situation than you are."
I grabbed my bag and quickly ran out of Hailong Construction Company, jumped into my BYD car, and drove toward Ada's place.
When I arrived at Ada's doorstep, I knocked on the door. It opened, and Ada peeked out.
Seeing Ada's condition startled me. When I left this morning, he only had a slight dark circle under his eyes, but now his face was lined with wrinkles, his eye sockets sunken in; it looked like he had aged twenty years in an instant.
"What the hell!" I cursed. Thankfully, I was bold enough; otherwise, I might have been scared stiff by this guy. I pushed the door open forcefully and walked in. "Ada, what’s going on?"
Ada looked like he was about to cry. "I... I didn't do anything! I just... you know... twice... and now I'm like this. Brother Song, am I going to die?"
I figured Ada didn’t have many friends or family, so he could only rely on me now.
Looking at Ada's face, I suddenly remembered the migrant workers I saw at the Forensic Department. They had also turned into skin and bones in an instant when they died. I realized that Ada was just like them—he had been drained of his essence by a Demon!
"You've been drained of your essence by a Demon," I said. "If you don't get treatment, you probably won't last more than three days." I added, "And at the Forensic Department today, I saw those four construction workers; when they died, they were already corpses."
"Brother Song, I don't want to die! What should I do?" Ada cried in fear.
I thought for a moment, realizing that my witchcraft could still provide a solution. I said, “Essence is the fundamental root of a person. Without it, it's difficult to replenish. However, there is a way. A person's Placenta, known in traditional medicine as the Purple River Carriage, can be somewhat useful. From now on, no, starting right now, you need to go to the hospital and buy Placenta. Cook one Placenta at a time and eat everything—both the meat and the broth—for three months straight. This can save your life, but you will lose at least ten years of Lifespan.”
“Really? I’ll go to the hospital right now to buy Placenta! As long as I can survive, losing some Lifespan is worth it,” Ada said, frightened and no longer willing to stay indoors. He pulled out a bundle of cash from under his pillow, didn’t bother changing clothes, and hurriedly ran out of the house toward the hospital.
I stayed in Ada's home, frowning as I pondered. Something felt off. Ma Xiang had died with grievances; he wouldn’t consume a person's Essence. He might turn into Vengeful Spirits seeking revenge or become a Zombie, but regardless of what he transformed into, he would merely be an ordinary Ghost and would never consume human Essence.
I slapped my forehead as memories flooded back. The four Construction Workers had entered the tomb and ended up dead; their Essence had been drained. Ada had also been in the tomb, which was why he suddenly aged twenty years. If he hadn’t encountered me, he would likely have met the same fate.
Ma Xiang was buried in the tomb; therefore, he... he turned into a White-haired Zombie! Not just an ordinary Zombie!
Suddenly, I grasped the key to it all! The one absorbing the Essence was not Ma Xiang but another Ghost! And Ma Xiang’s sudden transformation into a White-haired Zombie was indeed caused by that Ghost!
I jumped up from the sofa with newfound clarity; I finally understood the crux of the matter.
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