Yang Xiaobao used a lot of force in this punch. If it were a normal person, he would definitely be knocked away.
Even the very high-level people I met before couldn't resist Yang Xiaobao's punch.
However, what made Yang Xiaobao take a breath of air was that the corpse stood there perfectly fine, not taking a step back at all.
Yang Xiaobao was surprised. He didn't expect a corpse that was pretending to be a corpse to be so resistant to being beaten.
Just when he was in a daze, the guy stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Xiaobao's neck.
Yang Xiaobao reacted quickly and dodged to avoid Zhixue's body.
But the opponent is faster.
Although he didn't grab Yang Xiaobao's neck, he still grabbed his shoulders.
Yang Xiaobao felt a stab of pain in his shoulder.
He wanted to shake off the other party with all his strength, but he didn't expect that the other party's strength was so great that it was simply beyond the reach of humans.
However, Yang Xiaobao received the inheritance from the mountain god, and his strength is not comparable to that of humans.
He took a deep breath, raised his leg, aimed at Zhixue's body, and kicked it hard.
"Bang!"
This kick hit the corpse in the chest.
Yang Xiaobao learned from the previous punch, so this kick was particularly forceful.
Looking at Zhixue's body again, he took a few steps back, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.
But after he stood firm, he walked towards Yang Xiaobao again.
Yang Xiaobao snorted, stretched out his hand, and took out the Lingxiao Mirror in his pocket.
He has no choice now but to use the Lingxiao Mirror to deal with this corpse.
The Lingxiao Mirror emitted a dazzling light in the darkness, shining on the corpse.
Looking at the corpse again, he stopped moving forward instantly.
To be precise, it should be this corpse that has been trying to move forward with its legs, but it seems as if there is an invisible hand pushing him and preventing him from moving forward.
Not long after, the body suddenly twisted and collapsed on the ground.
Then he kept twisting and struggling, and screamed.
Yang Xiaobao saw that a thick black gas came out of the corpse's body.
Seeing this yin energy, he felt a chill in his heart.
In fact, this is not a fake corpse, but a ghost getting into his body.
The yin energy was twisting and turning, as if trying to break away from the adsorption of Lingxiao Mirror.
At this moment, Zhixue's wife suddenly rushed over and shouted: "No, no!"
As she said this, she was about to grab the mirror in Yang Xiaobao's hand.
"Please, don't hurt the soul of the child's father. His father must be worried about our mothers, so he would come back to see us."
It turned out that Zhixue's wife had always thought that Zhixue came back to life because his soul had returned.
Yang Xiaobao didn't want Zhixue's wife to grab his Lingxiao Mirror, but he couldn't do anything to her, so he could only sigh and put away the Lingxiao Mirror in his hand.
The moment he took back the Lingxiao Mirror, the thick Yin Qi disappeared directly into the darkness.
Zhixue's body was once again lying upright in the yard.
Although his eyes were still open, the distorted expression on his face disappeared and he was no longer so ferocious.
Yang Xiaobao sighed, and then he felt the danger just now.
He found that the clothes under his armpits were soaked with sweat.
The few people who were in charge of the matter saw that Zhixue's body had regained its composure, and then they gathered around him tremblingly.
Those outside the courtyard also poured in at this time.
"Brother Xiaobao, what's going on? How could you fake a corpse?" Zhang Shengli came over and asked.
"Didn't Zhixue's wife just say that it was Zhixue's spirit that came back."
"Really or not?"
Yang Xiaobao didn't know if the yin energy just now was from Zhixue.
So he wasn't sure.
"Okay, let's carry him in."
Several brave young people carried Zhixue's body back to the main room in a hurry.
Zhixue's daughter-in-law started crying again and shouted: "Father, you didn't even say a few words to us when you came back. Why did you abandon us so cruelly?"
Zhixue's two children also started to cry.
The noise in the yard returned to its previous state.
"Are you going to fake corpses again?" Zhang Shengli asked Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"Brother Xiaobao, you, just think of a way to see if you can avoid this kind of thing."
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Okay, I'll just draw a talisman and stick it on the body. This will prevent ghosts from getting into the body."
In the mountain god's understanding of Yang Xiaobao's ability to eliminate evil and catch ghosts, drawing talismans is a very important skill.
Of course, the mountain god input the drawing methods of all the functional talismans to Yang Xiaobao.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and get some paper and pen for Brother Xiaobao."
At this time, a person asked: "Well, what should I do with this old woman?"
Then everyone remembered that there was an old woman lying in the yard who didn't know whether she was dead or alive.
Yang Xiaobao walked to the old woman and felt her pulse.
He didn't die, but fainted.
Among the people Yang Xiaobao pinched, this old woman sighed and woke up leisurely.
When she opened her eyes and saw the people around her, she shouted: "Ghost, ghost!"
Yang Xiaobao looked at Zhang Shengli and asked, "Who is she?"
"It's the great immortal we invited here. Isn't he doing something? As he was doing it, he started to fake corpses."
Only then did Yang Xiaobao understand what was going on.
Just when Yang Xiaobao stood up and was about to draw the talisman, he saw a man running over panting.
"Village chief, no good, something happened!" the man shouted.
Zhang Shengli immediately asked: "Don't worry, tell me slowly, what happened?"
The man wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Well, that Li Fang also faked his body!"
"What?!" Everyone was shocked.
Zhang Shengli quickly looked at Yang Xiaobao and begged: "Brother Xiaobao, how about you go over and take a look again?"
Yang Xiaobao knew that he could not refuse.
He had no choice but to nod his head and said, "Okay, in that case, let's go over and have a look."
Zhang Shengli quickly took Yang Xiaobao and walked towards Li Fang's home.
Although the villagers were a little scared, their huge curiosity made them follow him involuntarily.
This Li Fang is in his forties, and his son is nearly twenty years old.
Moreover, their family has a large population in Beihe Village, so the courtyard was full of people.
Seeing Yang Xiaobao coming, many people gave way to him one after another.
"Finally, if you don't come back, someone will die!" a person said with a panic look on his face.
"What's going on?"
"Hurry up and take a look."
Yang Xiaobao walked into the yard and saw that the yard was empty, and Li Fang's body was riding on a person.
His hands were clasping someone's neck.
The man's face turned red after being pinched, the veins on his forehead protruded, and his eyes almost bulged out.