Chapter 116

Last night, Tan Wenbin witnessed with his own eyes Hu Yiwei being used as a vessel.

He had experienced being possessed by an evil spirit before and knew exactly how agonizing the process was.

As for enjoying it... that was purely wishful thinking.

Your self-awareness is completely replaced; you have no idea what is happening. You don't get to enjoy any of the pleasure, but you suffer all the pain.

Looking at Hu Yiwei's appearance this morning, he was the spitting image of a birth control tool discarded after use.

So, for this entire day, Tan Wenbin had been thinking about what he should do.

He had to come up with a plan quickly; Hu Yiwei looked like he was on his last legs, so wouldn't that pair of ghost husband and concubine be tearing open the packaging to use him tonight?

Watching Zheng Daqiang's movements, this was truly a physical tearing of the mask.

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"Monster in human skin, monster in human skin..."

The big fish's eyes blinked incessantly, as if begging her to help end its suffering, and it even shed fish tears.

Holding the shovel as if to smash the door, he was actually gathering strength again, waiting for them to come up and stop him.

Zheng Jiayi put the rat bag aside, then happily went to the back to help tend the stove, saying with a smile:

So, when they talked in the room, they were pressed against the door, and when they ate rats, they were also pressed against the door, because at that time, they themselves were like a piece of clothing, hung behind the door.

Zheng Jiayi had long since closed her eyes, her hands trembling, yet she still supported the increasingly heavy fertilizer bag.

Although the posture wasn't pretty, it was filling and satisfying; Tan Wenbin finally understood Runsheng's joy.

"Take me to Zhengmen Village and fish it out! Take me to Zhengmen Village and fish it out!"

Tan Wenbin knew he couldn't waste time, so he simply grabbed a stool, preparing to finish off that broken, dried corpse once and for all.

"Hahaha, feast! Hahaha, feast!"

"Mengmeng, what happened to my uncle's family?"

Tan Wenbin followed Brother Yuan, and he had truly seen a lot of the world.

He was not lacking in secret manuals; what he lacked was the brain to read them.

"Are you fucking treating me like a moron?"

What he spat out wasn't the warm meal he had just eaten, but black water.

The family of three was like geckos, either sticking or clinging, peeking inside with every possible effort.

But Tan Wenbin had seen plenty of "pig herds running away," and although he wasn't an expert in anything, he could imitate a few "pig grunts."

Hearing this, Zheng Jiayi opened her eyes and looked down to see a pile of rats crawling over their companions in the bag, and she felt her stomach begin to churn.

The reason he spat out these things meant that Tan Wenbin's body was undergoing further transformation.

"They, they won't be in trouble, will they?"

"Who, exactly, are you?"

A cracking sound came, and the walls, the floor, and even the vanity in front of him—wherever the pus splashed, varying degrees of corrosion appeared.

Oh no, I've become an evil spirit!

I didn't expect them to tear off their masks ahead of schedule without waiting for nightfall.

Hearing this, Yin Meng immediately asked, "Did Brother Xiaoyuan send you?"

Returning to the old Zheng house, she put both the vat and the fertilizer bag under the bed.

Yin Meng took out money again and asked if it was enough.

"Ah ah ah..."

Yin Meng picked up the remaining snacks in the bag, walked over, and handed them to the fool.

Tan Wenbin chased him for a circle, knowing that dragging it out like this wouldn't work, and as he passed Zeng Yinyin, he smashed a stool onto the just-rising Zeng Yinyin.

"Go to bed."

As for the Xue family, there wasn't much left; Li Zhuiyuan could even use the "Immortal" method to induce Xue Ba to celebrate his birthday early, and when the true ancestor's dream appeared, Xue Ba's first reaction was disbelief.

Tan Wenbin turned to the right, completely ignoring Grandma Zeng coming from the left to smash her cane on him, and instead raised the shovel with both hands, delivering a full-force blow to the already armless Zeng Miaomiao! "Slap!"

He added a sentence afterward: "If I had your cooking skills, the old lady probably wouldn't bear to let me cook, fearing it would smoke my face and dirty my hands."

Yin Meng didn't think she had found a "treasure" at first, but when the fool kept eating and "squeaking" sounds emerged nearby, and more and more rats appeared from nowhere to eat the food on the ground, the way Yin Meng looked at the fool changed.

Li Zhuiyuan was mixing new red ink paste, using blood just taken from Xue Ba.

"You eat this first!"

Would I be short of secret manuals?

Grandma Zeng reached Zeng Yinyin with great difficulty; Zeng Yinyin had been knocked unconscious by Tan Wenbin's stool earlier, and although her head was bleeding, her chest was still rising and falling.

"Mengmeng, aren't you coming up to sleep?"

He was not a Yin God, nor a Guan Jiang Shou; as an evil spirit in the countryside, he had been forcibly sustained by Tan Wenbin twice, and he was also at the end of his rope.

However, he was small and tough; when he landed, he was like a spider, flipping quickly, all four limbs on the ground, his small head still held high, and those squinting eyes flickering incessantly.

In an instant, the cold feeling throughout his body deepened, as if the evil spirit had connected with his skin and flesh, but the ghost husband's consciousness was also suppressed.

Tan Wenbin first fetched a rope to tie Zeng Yinyin's hands and feet, then tore off her clothes to bandage her broken head, preventing her from dying of excessive blood loss.

After entering the city, she still liked the gas stove, but unfortunately, Runsheng wouldn't allow her to enter the small kitchen in the store's basement. When the two of them had a late-night snack, Runsheng would cook it, firmly refusing to let her intervene, not even allowing her to pass the salt or MSG.

A place where dirty things lived in a room but could still be sealed—how could it still be dirty? Especially the other party's current reaction; it truly lived up to the saying: what the enemy opposes is what you should do.

If it were an ordinary person, this blow would be like killing and gutting a fish; everything inside could be scooped out.

Tan Wenbin gagged and vomited black water again.

Yin Meng had long noticed the strangeness of this family of three; no wonder they only appeared individually, never in pairs, let alone a family portrait.

Tan Wenbin looked at the dead fish on the ground; this guy now looked like it had just been steamed and served, missing only some scallions, ginger, and garlic.

The wound on the back of his neck also gradually turned from white skin to purple.

But they waited until dawn, and the family of three retreated again, not rushing in to take action.

"I'll wait a while."

"Okay!"

Only this time, the sound didn't last long.

Zheng Jiayi: "..."

Like peeling a pomegranate, he pulled his mouth completely open.

And it was an evil spirit that carried the essence of a black dog.

After rolling to the bottom floor, Tan Wenbin sprawled there, his hand grasping the shovel nearby, but he couldn't muster the strength to stand up again.

But since the other party had already flipped the table, the constraints of Brother Xiaoyuan's plan were lifted, and his freedom was maximized.

Now, there was only one thought in its fish brain: kill Zeng Yinyin and complete its mission; the Zeng family must be wiped out! Actually, it had an opportunity earlier to let the dried corpse kill Zeng Yinyin while the ghost husband was possessed by the corpse-fisher, but it didn't do so, because if it had, the ghost husband would have gone mad and helped her take revenge.

Now, he was full of wariness toward everyone.

"Village Guardian" was a title with beautiful wishes; although there were certainly cases of gifted individuals where the line between genius and fool was unclear, the vast majority were truly just fools.

After suffering a loss once, Tan Wenbin leaned forward, his waist taut, one leg raised, a bit like a fancy shuttlecock-kicking move, which was also a move against flexible dead-risers.

The dining table was smashed to pieces by Tan Wenbin's punch.

Just then, Grandma Zeng's voice came from the second floor:

The first half of the exclamation was a young woman's voice, and the second half was the old grandmother's hoarse voice.

The bowl wasn't enough to hold it; Yin Meng planned to buy a ladle and a small vat from the host.

"Bang!"

However, he left a letter saying he had a sudden inspiration and was going out to sketch, thanking them for the hospitality and asking them not to worry.

The ghost husband came out of the coffin and stuck to his back, arms stuck to his arms, legs stuck to his legs, and his face was pressed directly against the back of his head, his feet digging straight under his feet, wanting to completely frame him, making him his puppet and controlling him through possession.

Li Zhuiyuan finished the red ink paste and put it in his bag. Before leaving, he specifically checked Xue Ba's room again to confirm that Runsheng was right: Xue Ba was sleeping soundly.

Seeing this, Yin Meng pulled the vanity over, then pulled Zheng Jiayi to her side, and the two hid behind the vanity.

"It's okay."

Unlike the Zheng family, which had gone completely cold early on.

Yin Meng walked back to the bedside and sat down.

Zheng Jiayi protected herself with the quilt: "Brother Daqiang... you..."

Tan Wenbin didn't feel much pain; after raising the shovel and slapping it back, he felt a wave of emptiness and exertion, his body involuntarily retreating continuously, then he leaned on the shovel, lowered his head, and opened his mouth: "Gag!"

Tan Wenbin looked at Zeng Yinyin lying on the ground.

The fool continued: "I am a corpse-fisher, I am a corpse-fisher..."

"I can't take you away; Brother Xiaoyuan will be angry."

"Mengmeng, what is this sound?"

The rats in the bag were eating happily.

The Zeng family's old house protection formation gradually resumed operation, and its crushing effect on evil things gradually appeared.

The stool shattered, and Zeng Yinyin fell again, her head covered in blood.

This was also the reason why the Zeng family could still eat a warm meal.

This time, the host accepted it with a sheepish look, saying repeatedly, "Enough, enough, too much, too much."

Oh, so I was wrong! Tan Wenbin had been in the courtyard all afternoon, drinking tea, smoking, and observing this well for a long time.

"Just treat it as a nightmare; sleep, and it will be fine. Forget it if you can; you've already earned it."

The iron sheet was broken, and when Tan Wenbin lifted the shovel, he tore it open, revealing the well mouth completely.

"Oh, okay."

"The woman in the kitchen... take her away too..."

Just then, he saw Grandma Zeng, whose skin had been burned away, actually leaning on a cane and starting to walk toward the kitchen.

Lin Shu You, as a spirit medium, could forcibly lock the White Crane Boy in this way to prevent him from leaving; Tan Wenbin used the same method to carry the ghost husband on his back.

"Eat this!"

The fool looked at the little bit in the bag, then at the so much on the ground, shook his head, and continued to lower his head to eat what was on the ground.

Tan Wenbin seized the opportunity to pursue, arriving at the hall; the one-armed Zeng Miaomiao also rushed out to stop him, but was slapped away by Tan Wenbin's shovel.

The big fish stopped trembling, but its body kept swelling up.

"Okay."

All he could do was perish with Tan Wenbin.

Looking down, Tan Wenbin discovered that the veins under the skin of his arms were exposed, and there were dense bumps on his face.

During the run, a faint sound came from the roof. Tan Wenbin looked up and saw the second dried corpse crawling with one hand above his head, holding a cane in the other.

After doing this, Tan Wenbin stood up with difficulty, leaned on the Yellow River shovel, and went upstairs.

As Yin Meng stir-fried, she went to cut vegetables, poured them into the pot, stir-fried them again, and then added seasonings when she felt it was appropriate. During this, she took out a bunch of small bottles and jars from her body, added them in, and finally, she added a thickening agent.

"Ah..."

"Oh ho oh ho!"

"Creak!"

"Take me to Zhengmen Village and fish that thing out! Take me to Zhengmen Village and fish that thing out!"

Finally, Yin Meng could only nod helplessly: "Fine, just follow along for now."

Even her master, Liu Yi, praised her after tasting her cooking: "Mengmeng, you are truly a lucky person suited to be a young mistress."

Seeing this, Tan Wenbin gritted his teeth, wanting to raise the shovel, but in the end, he could only move the shovel to his chest.

She had truly been terrified just now; the only person she could rely on was Yin Meng.

What's wrong, can my appearance still evoke your sympathy?

Night had fallen, and Zheng Jiayi, who should have been sleeping, sat on the chair in front of the vanity, not daring to go to bed.

Just as he was about to walk out, Tan Wenbin on his back reminded him: "The shovel..."

And this time, perhaps they were hungry, they were no longer satisfied and began to bite with their teeth and pry with their hands, attempting to enlarge the gap used for peeking.

Grandma Zeng rushed over with her cane again, and Tan Wenbin parried with the Yellow River shovel.

This attack intensity was no different from scratching an itch.

"Okay!"

The pain made Tan Wenbin quickly pull his hand out, his fingers frantically wiping on the mosquito net nearby.

"Corpse-fisher, name your terms, go to Zheng..." The other party stopped, then said again, "Whatever you want, I can satisfy you."

She squatted down, her frame pressing down, then with a "slap!", she jumped into the air and landed behind Tan Wenbin.

There was a high probability that after playing, the body would be completely ruined; after a serious illness, one would follow it to the afterlife.

Zeng Miaomiao's arm broke, the remaining part flew out and hit the wall; when it fell, the body showed cracks, and the joints were twisted.

Uncomfortable is uncomfortable, but at least it was equivalent to suppressing a huge threat.

Tan Wenbin opened his mouth and exhaled; white mist came out. In the past, he would exhale hot air in the middle of winter, but now he exhaled cold air in the middle of summer.

From another perspective, having a "Village Guardian" in the village who could live healthily proved that the village's basic living standards had reached a certain level, and the folk customs had to be simple, conforming to the villagers' simple wishes for a good life.

The room door was pushed open, and only Daqiang stood at the door.

"Mengmeng, I beg you, let me go with you."

"Bang!"

Praising: "Wow, so fragrant, Mengmeng, you are amazing!"

"Sizzle..."

Tan Wenbin stood up and walked inside.

Zheng Daqiang turned his body back, reached out, tore off the skin on his face, and revealed his uncle's face:

"This town, fortunately, has you."

The wound on his palm was also carefully bandaged.

"Sister Jiayi, do you remember when we were kids and you went home to sweep the graves, and we played together?"

This made Tan Wenbin extremely annoyed; he had quite a few usable tools in his mountaineering bag, but the problem was that most of these tools had to be temporarily consecrated with black dog blood.

Tan Wenbin ignored him and continued forward.

Zeng Yinyin screamed: "Where is my man!"

Yin Meng took the bag, tied it with a rope, and then carried it on her shoulder.

Yin Meng didn't go straight home but stopped in front of a residential house, took out money, and hoped the other party could lend her the kitchen and some ingredients so she could stir-fry a dish to take away.

This time, the fool felt he could leave, but just as he reached the door, a voice came from his back:

She hadn't slept all night yesterday because the second half of last night was even crazier than the night before.

Not to mention that the formation in the house was restarted, causing great damage to it; even without this formation, the ghost husband had no ability to continue harming Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin's skin showed large areas of burn marks.

Regripping the Yellow River shovel and supporting himself to stand up, Tan Wenbin also chased after Grandma Zeng.

At this moment, Zheng Daqiang couldn't take it anymore; his body, which had thinned to a sheet, began to twist, and the twisting became more and more intense, even starting to knot.

"Okay, Mengmeng." Zheng Jiayi wanted to get close to Yin Meng like before, but looking at the constantly swelling bag, she still kept a little distance.

Gradually, his facial skin began to tremble, and then his whole body began to shake.

But the other party seemed to notice its own drawbacks and began to pull with him, consuming his time.

The sound of gnawing came from outside again; the old Zheng house, dinner is served.

The host's expression finally changed.

"They have long been dead."

Like a washing machine drum, constantly rolling and smashing.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Pushing open the second-floor door, a rich smell of sesame oil rushed toward him.

The fool picked up the Yellow River shovel and was about to walk out again when a voice came from his back: "The mountaineering bag in the room, bag..."

Her small bone frame, wrapped in only a little skin, could not be called thick-skinned at all; she was immediately kicked away, hit the roof beam, and then fell quickly.

This dried corpse fell completely and stopped tossing.

The fool jumped and shouted: "Monster in human skin! Monster in human skin!"

I seem to have truly met a "Village Guardian."

"Phew..." Zheng Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

The moment he stuck to it, Tan Wenbin's body trembled, and he spat out a large amount of blood, while behind him, a black shadow detached in a nearly realistic way, then ignited into flames.

Tan Wenbin didn't know what she was going to do, but he knew he had to stop her from succeeding.

However, he had gotten a bit used to it, but the second floor also had corpses.

Zheng Jiayi didn't open the door; this time she felt something was wrong directly.

Tan Wenbin answered without hesitation: "The 108th generation descendant under Master Zhang of Longhu Mountain!"

But Tan Wenbin felt that he had at least resisted, maintaining his last dignity before death. The fool said:

Tan Wenbin didn't rush in, but while keeping the door open, he used the shovel to reach the window over there and pried it open as well.

No longer hesitating, Tan Wenbin, while still having strength in his body, raised the shovel and smashed it down on the iron lid.

Grandma Zeng was the same; white light was released from the cracks in her bones, as if she were about to split open.

Yin Meng frowned: Is it a dead-riser?

Without the ghost husband's entanglement, although Tan Wenbin was still very uncomfortable, at least there was no special targeting by the formation.

"Ah!"

"Go to bed."

It's just that he underestimated Tan Wenbin's wealth of methods.

Yin Meng was waiting quietly; for the first time, she was full of expectations for her own cooking.

Yin Meng retorted: "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"

Fortunately, although he hadn't really eaten pork, he had truly seen pigs running.

"The ground is dirty."

The fool walked in front, singing and dancing, while two young girls followed silently behind.

The appearance of the dried corpse brought a gust of cold wind; even though there wasn't much meat left on it, it still carried a rich, rotten, fishy smell.

He didn't know what the woman's specific use was, but he believed Brother Xiaoyuan should know.

Yin Meng picked up the backpack and went downstairs. When she reached the courtyard, Zheng Jiayi chased after her: "Mengmeng, where are you going? I'll go with you. Will you let me follow you, please?"

She saw him gritting his teeth, taking out a "Break Evil Talisman," and sticking it on himself.

Yin Meng refused the invitation and insisted on paying. The host still wouldn't accept it. After helping Yin Meng light the stove, she brought out the lard jar and pointed to the seasonings on the counter and the vegetables in the cabinet, signaling Yin Meng to use whatever she wanted.

But the problem was, he really didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

"Sigh."

Brother Yuan once said that the intelligence of most evil spirits generally belongs to the "how many tricks can a beast have" stage.

"I'll taste it first."

The next moment, Zeng Miaomiao began to move rapidly sideways; Tan Wenbin kept watching her rotate her body.

Tan Wenbin turned back and cursed at the top:

At this time, the formation was reopened, and it was located inside the house; it really had no ability to continue sealing, and it was even difficult to resist.

This feeling is truly exhilarating! Tan Wenbin never thought he could stand on his own like this one day! As for the consequences, when it feels good, who has the energy to consider the consequences?

"Jiayi, you've kept Uncle waiting for a long time."

The fool seemed not to hear and continued to eat what was in his hand.

"Okay." Zheng Jiayi opened the fertilizer bag in her hand.

Why does this have a hint of the taste of the dishes Yin Meng made during her special training a while ago?

Tan Wenbin climbed up from the ground and looked at the piece of arm in his hand, which looked like a withered wooden stick. Just as he wanted to wave it as a weapon, this piece of arm turned into dust and fell off.

A fool, carrying a person on his back, holding a bag in his left hand, and dragging a woman with his right hand, walked in the alley.

There was no response from the second floor.

"Hum!"

The books Brother Yuan had read were all available for him to read, and he also saw from Lin Shu You how well he was eating.

"Don't let your hands shake; endure it."

After saying this, Tan Wenbin fainted.

She didn't pretend to be asleep, but even so, an eye appeared in the gap of the roof beam above, eyes appeared on the wall, and at the round hole in the floor under her feet, an eyeball was also rotating.

Yin Meng stood at the window by the second-floor stairs, watching the Zheng family of three go home one by one.

Yin Meng couldn't help but wonder, had all the rats in this town been eaten? Last night, she hung from the roof beam, listening to the gnawing sounds coming from those two rooms.

The host was very polite, directly telling Yin Meng to stay for dinner without charging money.

Grandma Zeng's second cane strike came, hitting Tan Wenbin's body again.

Tan Wenbin stumbled, his facial expression twisted, feeling a sense of strength gradually leaving his body.

Zeng Yinyin didn't poison him because she still wanted to use his body to have more fun with her husband.

Who knew Zeng Miaomiao wouldn't dare to come up again and started circling the room to hide.

"Jiayi, open the bag."

Tan Wenbin suddenly stood up from the stool he was sitting on to eat. He wanted to punch or slap this woman who wanted to force herself on him, but he couldn't control his body well now. He stood up too quickly and fell forward, his head hitting Zeng Yinyin just right.

The big fish on the second floor was struggling painfully.

"Mengmeng, I'm not sleepy."

She and Runsheng were people who had lived through days of poverty; earning money itself could give them joy. Zeng Miaomiao, who had jumped behind and was about to land, directly hit Tan Wenbin's kicked-up foot.

"That is a Village Guardian; almost every village has such a person."

But he waited and waited, yet couldn't wait for the target he was waiting for.

"Is Uncle Xue okay?"

Yin Meng actually wanted them to make the first move so she would have a reason to tear through this fake atmosphere and counterattack.

Tan Wenbin scanned the surrounding environment, rolled his eyes, and cursed:

"Okay."

His mother was the same; her body had twisted into a twist.

It was useless for him to shine a flashlight; at first, it knew to avoid it, but later it didn't bother to pretend, staring at you with the flashlight light and deliberately rotating its eyeballs.

On the second floor, a very urgent voice came: "Corpse-fisher, which pier are you docked at?"

Finally, the vat of food was scooped in, and the pushing of the door over there turned into smashing the door.

"Didn't you hear it."

Late at night,

"I am a Village Guardian, I am a Village Guardian!"

Yin Meng pulled out a leather whip, swung it, and pulled it back; a rat was rolled up by the whip and thrown into the fertilizer bag.

Immediately after, Tan Wenbin stopped playing cat and mouse, first rushed out of the kitchen to the hall, didn't rush to the second floor, but ran to the room where he slept—no other reason, the mountaineering bag was still in there.

Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, while Zheng Jiayi was somewhat absent-minded.

"Bang!"

"Is it Brother Xiaoyuan who sent you?"

Three pairs of eyes kept searching from every corner of the room for any feasible gap, peeking into the room.

Yin Meng picked up the shovel, wanting to chop it.

After the food was sprinkled, Yin Meng took Zheng Jiayi, sat to the side, and waited quietly.

After waiting for a while, the smell dissipated and faded.

Zheng Jiayi got into bed, hugging her knees with both hands; thinking of the big bag of rats under the bed, she really couldn't lie down.

Two gusts of wind came from behind immediately, the one on the left faster, the one on the right slower.

At this time, the fool's voice came from the courtyard: "Hahaha, feast! Hahaha, feast!"

Zheng Jiayi didn't scream this time because she had just seen a more terrifying scene; by comparison, rats were no longer an issue.

In the past, due to parents not paying attention, insufficient medical conditions, and other reasons, such people with broken brains were very common in the village.

"Don't eat, live well and continue to praise me."

"Be obedient."

The rats were lured, and Yin Meng had to start working.

Tan Wenbin tore off the two "Seal Talismans" on his body; earlier he was the one tying others up to prevent them from leaving, but now Tan Wenbin just wanted them to get lost quickly.

No way, the Yellow River shovel is the standard equipment for a corpse-fisher.

If you look closely, you can find that the eyes of these rats have changed color, and some have patterns on their bellies or tails.

His legs kicked into empty air, but his left hand truly grabbed something, then he fiercely turned sideways and smashed it toward the ground.

Tan Wenbin felt relieved; he hadn't been picked up by a corpse-fisher, this was one of his own.

Yin Meng's mouth curled up slightly.

The two dried corpses could only be chased by him, occasionally taking a shovel, and more dense cracks appeared on their bodies.

But when Zeng Yinyin led Hu Yiwei upstairs, Tan Wenbin and the ghost husband began to fight for this body.

At this time, he also began to react; his body twitched, and his mouth opened to an exaggerated extent. As if it wasn't enough, he actually reached out and grabbed his upper and lower mouth to exert force.

Yin Meng also piled the food she bought from the neighbor's house there.

Zheng Jiayi asked in a low voice: "Mengmeng, do you know him?"

Grandma Zeng raised her cane, aiming the tip at Zeng Yinyin's chest.

"Hey..." Zheng Jiayi wanted to speak up to stop her.

The fish on the second floor began to spit out blood-colored bubbles from its mouth, its single fish eye gradually turning gray and white, and the fish body slowly showing a fluffy feeling of being cooked.

Everyone carried a fertilizer bag on their shoulders, but they were obviously much smaller.

"Hmm."

Tan Wenbin pulled out the Yellow River shovel, lengthened it, and blocked the blow with the shovel body.

Yin Meng touched her forehead and sighed.

Lin Shu You would be injured every time he performed spirit mediumship, but that was just pure injury; Tan Wenbin was not. If he continued, his body might mutate, gradually developing toward a half-human, half-corpse direction, and that was still developing in a good direction.

Yin Meng untied the fertilizer bag and used a ladle to scoop the dishes she made in the vat into the bag, one large ladle after another.

"Crack!"

Zheng Jiayi hurriedly waved her hand: "I don't come back often."

The fool walked forward happily, Li Zhuiyuan following behind.

Tan Wenbin looked down and found his shovel standing on the well mouth welded shut by iron sheet.

At this time, a sound came from outside the house:

The courtyard door was pushed open from the outside; the fish was already dead, so the sealing effect of this door naturally disappeared.

"Every time I return to my hometown, I love to burn this kind of stove; it's so interesting."

"Okay, I'll go with you right now!"

At this moment, the extremely weak ghost husband had no power to resist the power of this "Break Evil Talisman."

The Zeng family, by keeping the dead in the house and having an offering table on the second floor, proved that their family still had some tricks up their sleeves until now, at least until Grandma Zeng's generation.

Yin Meng pulled Zheng Jiayi to the next room; when she opened the door, she indeed saw a fishhook hanging behind the door panel.

But the ghost husband wouldn't leave and actively stuck to Tan Wenbin tightly.

Tan Wenbin was stunned; he didn't expect to have such great strength now! Zeng Miaomiao gathered strength and jumped up again.

It's better to break one finger than to hurt ten.

Picking up the shovel, Tan Wenbin poked at it for a while; even though it was already dead, Tan Wenbin thoughtfully presented a separation of flesh and bone.

Hey, it actually worked.

Suddenly, Zeng Miaomiao pulled back against the trend, seemingly avoiding Tan Wenbin's attention based on inertia, and then flew forward, her arms like two sharp pincers, stabbing at Tan Wenbin's abdomen.

"Oh, okay."

"Corpse-fisher, leave now, and I will give you a generous gift; don't you want the inherited secret manual?"

Zheng Jiayi opened the snacks she bought from the small shop one by one and scattered them on the ground.

Tan Wenbin didn't talk to the other party at all, holding the shovel and chasing to slap.

Li Zhuiyuan raising a high-heeled shoe to guard the door in the dormitory was just not up to the high standards of righteous people in form.

This time, the special training had just ended, and she and Runsheng came out to follow Xiaoyuan to walk the river. Under normal circumstances, they would have returned to the school store to help after the special training ended.

"I am a corpse-fisher! I am a corpse-fisher!"

The conclusion reached was that there was definitely a big problem with this well; perhaps some dirty thing was sealed inside.

Yin Meng enjoyed the feeling of cooking, but she wasn't crazy enough to really think the dishes she made were suitable for her own people to eat.

Yin Meng opened the packaging bag and handed it to the fool; the fool waved his hand to refuse.

A big fish jumped out; this fish still had a rat tail remaining in its mouth.

"Bang!"

"Jiayi, open the door; Uncle wants you to bring a few words to your father."

The fool bent down and carried Tan Wenbin on his back; he was a fool, but he had great strength.

Tan Wenbin squeezed out the last bit of strength, raised the shovel a little higher, then moved it horizontally, grazing the fool's face, and then fell dejectedly.

Yin Meng scooped the delicacies she made herself into the vat, then left a sum of money before leaving.

He had participated in Lin Shu You's affair a while ago, so he took the opportunity to figure out a way to imitate him.

"Plop..."

The fool followed the guidance, walked into the room, and also picked up the mountaineering bag.

On the second floor, a weak voice came:

Tan Wenbin lowered his head to check; there was still breathing, he wasn't dead, and his eyes were wide open, his consciousness still clear.

Don't say, the wounds bitten by the fish lips looked like dense lipstick marks.

The well mouth was opened, and a cool breath permeated the room.

After Zheng Daqiang finished speaking, he turned around; behind him was actually his mother: "Jiayi, you are not obedient, letting Auntie knock on the door for so long."

This kind of dried corpse was only agile in speed, but in real strength, it couldn't compare to Tan Wenbin, who was possessed by the ghost husband now. Plus, Tan Wenbin really had routines and moves in his head, and he had the Yellow River shovel to match, so he soon slapped Grandma Zeng out of the room with one shovel.

And as they grew up, their family members either aged or passed away, gradually losing the people who took care of them. Many such people were abandoned early and became homeless.

This was the chaotic intersection of Zeng Miaomiao and Grandma Zeng's voices appearing in shock.

"Gag..."

The host waved his hand to refuse the money, saying they were all worthless things, just take them and use them; at worst, she would go to the old Zheng house to take them back in two days.

On the second floor, a voice came again: "Corpse-fisher?"

Tan Wenbin only felt a burning pain on the back of his neck; the skin and flesh had been broken, but it hadn't gone deep, and no fresh blood seeped out from the broken skin and flesh, only dead skin emitting white gas.

The tables and chairs blocking the door couldn't hold on anymore.

At dusk.

The Yellow River shovel appeared in time, hitting Grandma Zeng's skull. It didn't have much strength, but who told her to be very brittle now? After her head turned into powder, her body also turned into dust.

Because they could only keep one person in a state like a living person, while the other two were like leather clothes.

Zheng Jiayi heard this and immediately got up to go to the stove pot, facing this pot of dishes that looked terrible and were more colorful than a rainbow,

"Bang!"

Immediately, he took out the "Hometown Net" from his bag, intending to cast the net to solve it.

The fool jumped in and looked at Tan Wenbin.

Although it was a fish, as long as conditions allowed, it also had its own ambitions.

Facts proved that he did have some level, but not much.

Li Zhuiyuan said: "You are a Village Guardian."

A muffled sound, Zeng Yinyin was smashed to the ground, clutching her chest, very painful.

Hu Yiwei moved his fingers; the paralysis effect on his body was gradually fading, and it was estimated that he would recover before long.

This was the first time someone praised her cooking skills while she was cooking.

Actually, there was half a sentence not added, which was: "Even more afraid of taking her life."

Grandma Zeng's body was shaken and flew out, landing on the cabinet.

The ghost husband, who was about to detach, stuck tightly to Binbin again.

Tan Wenbin turned around and punched Zeng Miaomiao. Zeng Miaomiao's body dodged and jumped onto the dining table. Tan Wenbin punched again, and Zeng Miaomiao dodged again.

After all, he wasn't a spirit medium, and he wasn't performing spirit mediumship; he purely relied on means to smash out effects, forcibly binding himself to an evil spirit.

Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, which meant she didn't have to continue to be tied up and could move freely.

"Are you fucking treating yourself as Aladdin's lamp!"

The pile of small fish that were originally attached to Hu Yiwei's body to suck blood detached one by one, turned over, exposed their white bellies, and died one after another.

But just when he habitually reached his finger into his pocket to press the ink paste, he felt his fingertips burning, and a violent burning sensation came.

Facing Zheng Jiayi's begging, Yin Meng was also in a dilemma, but on second thought, when she saw Brother Xiaoyuan, letting her go back would be the same; at worst, she would be glared at by Brother Xiaoyuan.

After chasing and hitting for a while, Tan Wenbin knew it wouldn't work; if he dragged it out, he wouldn't take advantage, so he had to slip away.

"Slap!"

"Jiayi, your parents are fine now; you can go home now."

"Let's go."

Most old houses, even those of commoners, would pay attention to Feng Shui layout when built; wealthy families or those who knew the ropes were even more particular about this.

The uncle knelt on the ground, hugged the rats with his arms, brought them in front of him, and then buried his whole face to gnaw.

Yin Meng truly used whatever she wanted, taking down all the smoked bacon hanging on the beam, not washing it, cutting it directly, and pouring it into the pot.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on Runsheng's shoulder, Runsheng carried him on his back, and the two went onto the roof, then jumped out of the courtyard wall from the roof, without alarming Mother Xue and the relatives and neighbors downstairs.

But it also paid a huge price for this, and Zeng Yinyin's ghost husband was also sincerely protecting her, forcing it to choose to slowly accumulate strength before it could take action against Zeng Yinyin.

According to Brother Yuan's thought process, you have to die here, and then Fan Shulin will find me.

Ignoring her, he continued to run. Tan Wenbin jumped into the room, rolled to the side, and arrived in front of the mountaineering bag.

"Don't worry about it, help me open it, pour it all on the ground."

Zeng Miaomiao raised her only arm to block, but she had already had multiple fractures on her body; at this time, the only arm was also broken, and the shovel, with little loss of strength, hit her head.

It's late at night.

Wei Zhengdao had already studied them thoroughly in his book.

"Actually dare to... steal my lines."

The reason he couldn't walk the dog earlier was that he had to stay in the Zeng family to push the clues; even if he knew there was a problem with this family, he had to pretend and not actively tear through the atmosphere.

If Brother Yuan's spirit walking was snapping his fingers and doing whatever he wanted, then his spirit walking was increasingly tending toward a knee-jerk reflex.

Tan Wenbin opened his mouth, and a suppressed sound came from his throat; this wasn't intentional, but an instinctive reaction to being influenced.

At this time, a disheveled fool wearing broken cotton clothes ran out, rushed directly to the food on the ground, picked it up, and put it in his mouth.

This is also why Wei Zhengdao emphasized in his book that the dead-risers turned from Xuanmen people are the most difficult to deal with; not only do these dead-risers retain some of their former means, but more importantly, they might also understand your routines.

After standing up, his body was either swaying back and forth or swinging left and right, unable to straighten up at all.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyuan, it's fine, sleep and it will be fine; I was very light-handed."

Tan Wenbin was covered in wounds, but he wanted to laugh when he heard this.

But even to this extent, they were still continuing to exert force and twist. Finally, only the sound of skin cracking was heard, and the two exploded like broken balloons, turning into a large number of fragments.

But judging from the progress, they would definitely rush in tonight.

A crisp sound, the head exploded like a walnut kernel.

Yin Meng stood at the door.

"Okay, don't burn it anymore."

The same move, used by people with different strength foundations, has completely different effects.

The two human skins in front of and behind the uncle detached from him, like two paper people, grabbing the rats on the ground and gnawing them in their mouths.

Tan Wenbin wanted to run out, but just as he reached the door, the gate closed quickly.

He tore off the "Seal Talisman" on his forehead that had already turned black without hesitation and replaced it with two new ones, one on his forehead and one on his chest.

Just in time, Grandma Zeng also chased up, her figure landing, and the cane in her hand smashed straight toward Tan Wenbin's face.

She seemed to be wary of Tan Wenbin's strength at this time and chose to sneak attack from behind again.

Zheng Jiayi got out of bed and used her strength to pull the vat out.

He saw Hu Yiwei lying on the ground, covered in small wounds, and the small fish all over the ground next to him.

The pot was burned by her, burning vigorously; no matter how strange the dish was, the ingredients were always cooked.

It had entered the Zeng family with great difficulty and fought wits and courage with that grandmother of the Zeng family. In the end, it relied on bewitching Zeng Yinyin, using the condition of helping her late husband return to his soul to make her its insider, which broke the Zeng family.

"Slap!"

Yin Meng increased her volume, scaring the fool into a shiver, and he had to raise his head to take what was in the bag and eat it.

Li Zhuiyuan had a lack of information due to a lack of perspective; if he could fully grasp these, he would have to re-examine and analyze the particularity of the Xue family. After all, the Xue family could still eat hot dishes now.

Yin Meng said while stir-frying: "When you need to rely on the stove to cook every day, you won't find it interesting anymore."

After doing this, the breath in Tan Wenbin's heart dissipated, and his whole body gradually lost strength. He wanted to go down the stairs, but because his legs were soft, he rolled down directly.

Most dead-risers generally have low intelligence, not even as good as wild beasts. Some dead-risers known for their flexibility, once they find their front is restricted, often choose to go around to the back to sneak attack you.

He couldn't understand the formation, and every time he entered the formation, he had to recite the "multiplication table," but is this a matter of the formation? He was simply a pig brain.

"Yin Meng, you are so good, thank you!"

They were eating happily, and while enjoying the delicious food, they didn't forget to occasionally look up and scan the two people on the bed, as if silently saying, after they finished their meal, it would be your turn.

"No, I don't dare to be here alone, I don't dare to go back alone, let me go with you, please, Mengmeng, I beg you!"

"Mengmeng, what are you doing?"

With a "clatter," the shovel slipped from his hand; he knelt down by the well mouth, making a wail in his mouth.

On the inside of the iron lid, a very large dead fish skin was attached.

Tan Wenbin stumbled and climbed up again; he was now equivalent to an ordinary person who had suddenly gained more than double the weight, and because his whole body was cold, his perception was also disordered, as if he had a drunken effect.

Zheng Jiayi's chopsticks were slapped down by Yin Meng.

Then she silently lifted the corner of her blood-stained clothes and covered her mouth and nose.

The force of the recoil made Tan Wenbin roll his eyes, but fortunately, there was a result.

One, two, three, four...

She raised her foot and kicked the fertilizer bag over.

After gaining partial control of his body, Tan Wenbin took out a "Seal Talisman" from his pocket and stuck it on his forehead with a "slap."

All at once, the rats inside that had just eaten extra meals rushed out in a swarm, crawling everywhere on the floor.

The uncle was stunned; he was covered in his wife and son.

"Sizzle!"

Just after landing outside the house, the fool ran over happily while eating candy and holding up three fingers with both hands, waving and smiling at Li Zhuiyuan: "I am a corpse-fisher! I am a corpse-fisher!"

"Hahaha, feast! Hahaha, feast!"

And what Tan Wenbin was doing now was the proper evil path method—no, I'm afraid even those on the evil path would have to admire and praise: Brother, you are really ruthless to yourself! "Sizzle, woo ah!"

She pushed open the window and looked at the fool downstairs.

"You..."

Tan Wenbin's eyes changed; his first reaction was: "Brother Xiaoyuan?"

Zheng Jiayi picked up her chopsticks, wanting to get a piece to taste.

"Sister Jiayi, why didn't you open the door just now?"

When passing by the fool, Yin Meng stopped and looked at him again, saying: "Thanks."

"In the future, as long as one person remains in my Zeng family, I will also avenge today's hatred!"

In one night, this family of three had to consume two fertilizer bags of rats; no matter how well rats could reproduce, I'm afraid they couldn't withstand this kind of eating.

A pair of bone hands, sharp as knives, slid along the back of Tan Wenbin's neck.

"If you don't want your parents to become like them, help me pull the vat out from under the bed."

No wonder the Zheng family had to go into the mountains to catch rats.

This dried corpse belonged to Zeng Miaomiao.

And one of the most direct effects of spirit walking was: he had the foundation to directly confront evil spirits that were originally invisible and untouchable.

Fortunately, Zeng Yinyin was just an ordinary person; after being knocked down by a headbutt, she couldn't climb up for a while, which gave Tan Wenbin time to adjust and adapt.

The kind of title imposed on them, as well as the various roles mythologized, was a tacit understanding that bound them to the village.

Soon, they were no longer satisfied with this method and became more direct; the room door began to be pushed, and the voices of the uncle, aunt, and Daqiang came from outside one after another: "Jiayi, be good, open the door, Auntie has some words to tell you."

After losing the target, Tan Wenbin lay on his back, then grabbed with his hands and kicked with his legs.

"Okay, you take me..."

The ghost husband had great strength; although Tan Wenbin was not up to the task, he was still struggling hard.

Just wait until night to sleep, and when someone comes in to flip his card, he will have a fight to the death with him.

Tan Wenbin sensed a strong burning pain, as if countless steel needles were desperately stabbing at him.

Since that was the case, he had nothing to hide; let's do it! When the ghost husband attempted to enter his body, he walked the spirit.

Yin Meng put away the shovel and took out a "Break Evil Talisman," stuffing it into the fish's mouth.

This all-around contact and fit was like you, who were hot in the middle of summer wearing only underpants, suddenly falling into an ice-water mixture; the spasms and stiffness of the whole body were unavoidable.

"Don't worry about it."

Little chickens don't pee, each has its own way.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"

Tan Wenbin didn't go to the second floor to see the big fish that only had half its face left, otherwise, he would have guessed that this well was sealed by the big fish consuming half of itself.

The fool entered the house, walked to Tan Wenbin, bent down happily, brought his face over, and while carefully examining Tan Wenbin, he kept poking him everywhere with his hands.

This is the corner of the town, relatively remote, with no one around. If others saw it, I'm afraid they would point at his nose and scold: wasting food like this, you will be struck by lightning!

But just when he was vomiting, Tan Wenbin keenly noticed that Grandma Zeng stopped moving and didn't take the opportunity to attack actively, and a scream came from the second floor.

Late at night,

Zheng Jiayi obediently returned to bed.

Runsheng leaned forward and asked: "Xiaoyuan, what about Binbin and Mengmeng?"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the three fingers the fool was still holding up: "He is leading the way for all of us."

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