The old house of Wang Yan's family was filled with people dressed in black and with faces as pale as zombies. They were disciples of the zombie sect of the Yan family in Chenzhou.
Yang Xiaochan, Wang Yan's adoptive father, and Wang Yan's adoptive mother were tied up and lying on the ground.
"Tell me, where is the soul-returning incense?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded.
The voice came from a young man. He was slender, about twenty years old, and although he was handsome, his eyes were long and thin, with the corners of his eyes hanging upward, like a hanged man, full of cold and vicious aura.
This young man's body shone with a faint light, it was obviously not a physical body, but the manifestation of the yin spirit.
"Who are you? I really don't know what you are talking about. What is the soul-returning incense?" Wang Yan's adoptive father gasped. His body was covered in scars and he had obviously been beaten.
"It seems that you won't shed tears until you enter the coffin." The cold young man slowly played with his nails. "I heard that you have an adopted son who was struck to death by lightning a few years ago. Now this is the only one left.
My dear son, how do you love him so much?"
The cold young man pointed at Yang Xiaochan on the ground and narrowed his eyes. "If I cut your son into small pieces in front of you, would you be willing to tell the truth?"
"No, don't touch my son!" Wang Yan's adoptive mother screamed and twisted around desperately.
Several Zombie Sect disciples quickly brought several swords and knives that shone with cold light and placed them in front of Yang Xiaochan. The cold young man waved his hand, and several swords jumped up automatically, surrounding Yang Xiaochan with eager eyes.
"I count to three, but if you don't say anything, I will operate on your son. Let me think about it, where is the best place to cut first? The head? The thigh? The heart?" The cold young man continued to trim his nails. "You'd better hurry up.
Make a decision. My hands are not steady. It would be too bad if I accidentally cut off some parts of your son's body."
"Father, mother, don't tell this thief!" Yang Xiaochan spat at the yin and cold boy. Unfortunately, he was just a yin spirit and had no body, so the spit naturally fell on the ground.
Two Zombie Sect disciples stepped forward and slapped him several times. Yang Xiaochan's face suddenly bulged high.
"one."
Wang Yan's adoptive father closed his eyes and said nothing, and Wang Yan's adoptive mother burst into tears.
"two."
The sword danced happily on Yang Xiaochan's neck. Yang Xiaochan's eyes widened angrily as he stared at the disciples of the Zombie Sect around him, as if he wanted to remember their faces in his heart.
Wang Yan's adoptive mother murmured, wondering which god or Buddha she was praying to.
"three!"
The cold young man finally lost his patience. He moved his left hand slightly, and the machete hanging above Yang Xiaochan's head began to beat excitedly.
"I said, I said!"
Wang Yan's adoptive mother finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears. "You dig five feet under the stove. When you find a big bluestone slab, dig another two feet. The soul-reviving incense is inside."
The sword stopped beating for the time being. The disciples of the Zombie Sect had already gone to dig. Not long after, a small yellow box was brought in.
As soon as the box was opened, a yellow spar the size of a fingernail lay on the red satin. This small spar exuded a rich fragrance and dazzling light, illuminating the room.
Everyone who smelled the fragrance felt refreshed and energetic, and their whole body was filled with endless strength. Even Wang Yan's adoptive father and adoptive mother miraculously healed from their injuries.
"Good stuff! It is indeed the soul-returning fragrance, the genuine soul-returning fragrance!" The cold young man couldn't restrain his inner excitement and shouted. After a moment, he suppressed his excitement and ordered his men to bring the soul-returning fragrance to the soul-returning fragrance.
The sachet is good.
"You handed over the soul-returning incense, and I will not kill your son as promised. Don't worry, I keep my word." The Yin Leng young man smiled.
"Well, thank you very much!" Wang Yan's adoptive father struggled to get up and helped Yang Xiaochan and Wang Yan's adoptive mother untie themselves.
"However, you just lied to me and said you didn't know what the soul-reviving incense is, which made me very angry. I hate others lying to me the most. In order to punish you, we might as well play a game." The cold young man smiled, "
If you win the game, I will not only let you go, but also give you a hundred acres of fertile land and a hundred taels of gold. What if you lose..." His eyes rolled around the three of them, "I will suck you dry and turn you into zombies.
.”
Wang Yan's adoptive father shuddered, "We don't want fertile land and gold, we just want to be safe."
"You must abide by the rules I have set." The cold young man said with a straight face. "You have no choice."
Wang Yan's adoptive father and mother stopped talking, but were shaking violently. Yang Xiaochan stared at him with hatred in his eyes, unblinking.
"The rules are very simple." The Yin Leng young man looked at the hands of Wang Yan's adoptive parents with a smile. "As the saying goes, children are the parents' heart. As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart. I am very interested to know, for your son, you
Can you bear the pain of having your fingers connected to your heart?"
He waved his hand, and the Zombie Sect disciples immediately handed over two large iron pliers, stuffed them into the hands of Wang Yan's adoptive parents, and lit an incense stick on the wooden table in the room.
"Your mission is to save your son. If you and your wife pull out all ten of your fingernails within one stick of incense, then your son will not have to die." The cold young man rarely smiled brightly.
"But if even one nail is not removed, your son will be sucked dry by me and become a mummy."
"You crazy devil! You don't deserve to die!" Yang Xiaochan yelled. "Father, mother, don't listen to him! This kind of person is a devil, and he is clearly teasing us."
"No, I sincerely want to play a game with you. I'll give you the chance to live and let's see what you choose."
"I have arranged the game of parents rescuing their sons. Next, it is the game of sons rescuing their parents."
The cold young man glanced around the room, pointed at the rice bag in the corner, and said with a smile, "Yes! You can count how many grains of rice there are in this pile of rice in one stick of incense, and your parents will not have to die. Otherwise, they will
You will be sucked into a mummy by me."
Several Zombie Sect disciples stepped forward, scooped out a full bowl of rice from their rice pockets, and poured it in front of Yang Xiaochan. "Count."
"Okay." The cold young man smiled happily. "The game begins."
Wang Yan's adoptive father and adoptive mother looked at each other with fear in their expressions.
"The incense has been lit," the cold-hearted young man reminded kindly. "If you still have nails on your hands after the incense burns out, your precious son will die."
After hearing these words, Wang Yan's adoptive mother's eyes flashed with a look of absolute despair. She picked up the iron pliers with her left hand and pliers on her right thumb!
"ah!"
With a shrill scream, the thumb of her right hand was dripping with blood, and a nail still stained with flesh and blood was still stuck on the iron pliers, and drops of blood fell to the ground drop by drop.
Wang Yan's adoptive mother's facial features twitched in pain, her body trembled violently, and she whimpered out of pain and fear in her throat.
"Very good, that's it." The Yin Leng young man smiled with great satisfaction. "A mother's love for her children is truly touching."
Wang Yan's adoptive father was covered in sweat. He looked at his hands, picked up the iron pliers, closed his eyes, and pinched his nails hard.
The smell of blood and the shrill screams that filled the room made some Zombie Sect disciples look uncomfortable on their faces.
"Your parents are working hard to save you. How are you going to repay them?" the cold young man said to Yang Xiaochan calmly.
"Father, mother, my child is incompetent, allowing my two elders to suffer such humiliation today." Yang Xiaochan kowtowed three times to his parents who were desperately pulling out their nails, with blood and tears flowing from his eyes.
"We'll talk about working hard later. If you don't save your parents now, they will die." The young man reminded.
Yang Xiaochan wiped away his tears and began to put the rice grains in his palm one by one, "One, two, three, four, five..."
…………
The ground was covered with blood and twenty bloody nails.
The old house of Wang Yan's family has completely turned into a hell on earth. Wang Yan's adoptive father and adoptive mother almost became two bloody people. Their whole bodies were twitching and indescribable pain, causing them to faint, wake up again, and then faint again.
past.
The incense stick on the table burned out to the last ashes.
"Okay, okay!" The cold young man clapped his hands and praised, "You two have worked hard. We all see your love for your son. Thanks to you, your son does not have to die."
He turned around and looked at Yang Xiaochan, who was still lying on the ground counting rice grains.
"Two thousand and one, two thousand and two, two thousand and four..."
Yang Xiaochan's eyes were bloodshot, and the knuckles of his hands turned white.
"Why are there so many? Why can't I count them all? Why can't I count them all..."
He punched the ground with his fists, causing his hands to drip with blood.
"It's a pity, it's a pity that you didn't succeed." The cold young man shook his head regretfully and said to Yang Xiaochan word by word. "You have to remember that your parents will die, completely, because, because,
you."
There was a flash of blood, and Wang Yan's adoptive father and mother slowly fell to the ground.
…………
The [Retrospective Mirror] flashed a few times, and the images inside gradually disappeared.
The breeze from the mountains blew into the dark mountain temple, and the white air in the temple was blown away, leaving no trace left.
"We, the Yang family, are descendants of the royal family of the Sui Empire. [Resurrection Incense] was the most treasured treasure in the world at that time. It was spread from Hezhou, Xiniu. It is said to have the effect of killing human flesh and white bones, and can bring people back to life. Among the cultivation methods of ghost cultivators
, there are many powerful exercises that require soul-returning incense. After the fall of the Sui Dynasty, my ancestor got a small pill. He knew very well that ordinary people are not guilty and carry a jade with them. He never told the secret of soul-returning incense. He didn't know why.
Will let Zombiegate know about it.”
Yang Xiaochan's voice was terrifyingly cold, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.
"That young man's name is Yan Jiuyuan. He is very talented. He cultivates the Zombie Sect's Zombie Qi. At the age of fifteen, he broke through the realm of Yin God and reached the realm of possession. He is regarded as the most talented disciple of the Chenzhou Yan Family in the past century.
When he killed our parents, he had already touched the threshold of the realm of exorcism."
"No matter what state he reaches, he will be killed without mercy!"
Wang Yan spat out a few cold words. "Go to Chenzhou Yan Family." dd