Chapter 329: Better to Burn It

"I'll have someone take him back, let the medical examiner perform an autopsy, and see what's going on," Ren Zhenghao said.

"Burn him on the spot," Chen Yu said.

"Burn him? Are you joking with me?" Ren Zhenghao was startled: "The case hasn't been classified yet; if you make me burn him, how am I supposed to explain it?"

"If you don't burn him, your bureau will be in chaos, and if things go wrong, it might even cost lives, believe me?" Chen Yu said.

"Why?" Ren Zhenghao was slightly stunned; it was just a corpse, how could it be so serious?

No sooner had he finished speaking than the corpse of Deng Guosheng, which had been covered by a white sheet, suddenly sat up.

Several police officers processing the scene were startled; Ren Zhenghao grabbed his pistol, flicked the safety off against his body, and aimed at the upright corpse.

The corpse under the white sheet stood up stiffly and moved forward bit by bit in a bizarre fashion; Ren Zhenghao was dumbfounded, and the police officers on the side were also dumbfounded.

Deng Guosheng's neck had been almost entirely gnawed away by something unknown, and his blood had almost completely drained out; he was already dead as could be, but why could he still stand up now?

The white sheet slid off his body; Deng Guosheng's eyes were wide open, his eyes were white with no pupils, and there was a trace of a bizarre smile on his face, looking extremely terrifying.

"Stop," Ren Zhenghao shouted violently.

But Deng Guosheng's head twisted stiffly to the back, and that bizarre expression stared straight at Ren Zhenghao.

Cold sweat poured down Ren Zhenghao's forehead with a sizzle; watching Deng Guosheng stagger toward him, he pulled the trigger in his hand without hesitation.

Bang, bang, bang—three shots in a row all hit Deng Guosheng, but the bullets only slightly hindered his movement; his body just paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, Chen Yu moved; his figure turned into an afterimage, and he swept past Deng Guosheng, the Lichen Sword in his hand striking Deng Guosheng's chest.

With a *pu* sound, some black liquid spurted from Deng Guosheng's chest, and he fell to the ground with a *thud*.

Immediately after, countless insects surged out from the wound on his chest; these insects had six legs, hard shells, and moved exceptionally fast.

Chen Yu grabbed with his right hand, and two pieces of Talisman Paper appeared in his hand; he threw the Talisman Paper onto the ground, and with a *boom*, the fallen Talisman Paper ignited into a raging fire.

He drew a semicircle on the ground with his right foot, then stomped slightly on the ground.

Boom... the firelight on the ground formed a Yin Yang Fish pattern, and Deng Guosheng's body was right in the center of the pattern.

Those insects were extremely afraid of fire, and as soon as they touched a little bit of the heat, they ignited with a *boom* as if they had touched gasoline.

The corpse was burned by the firelight, emitting a crackling sound; a moment later, the fire gradually extinguished, and the corpse had completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

A gust of wind blew, and Ren Zhenghao was covered in cold sweat.

The scene just now was truly too bizarre, especially when Deng Guosheng stood up; his scalp had gone numb.

"Chen Yu, what is going on?" Ren Zhenghao asked, still shaken as he put away his gun.

"He was infected with Corpse Poison; I saw that he had a tendency to undergo corpse-transformation, which is why I suggested you burn him," Chen Yu said: "He had actually bred Corpse Worms inside his body; it seems the Yin Corpse hates him to the extreme."

"That's no wonder; a son digging up his father's grave and corpse—who could stand that?" Ren Zhenghao sighed: "Good heavens, this is truly too powerful."

"Continue to strengthen the alert; if there is any news about the Yin Corpse, do not act rashly, and notify me immediately," Chen Yu said.

"Alright, I understand; I will apply to my superiors for additional manpower." The scene just now had truly terrified Ren Zhenghao; he really didn't dare not to listen to Chen Yu's words.

"And you?" Ren Zhenghao asked.

"I have to go find that guy; if he hurts anyone, it will be real trouble," Chen Yu said as he stood up.

"Alright then, take care of yourself," Ren Zhenghao nodded slightly.

Late at night, on a secluded path.

Five drunk young men came out of a bar, arms around each other's shoulders, singing songs and bragging.

The kid in the lead had a mohawk and was bragging loudly as he walked.

"Before my big brother went to prison, he was someone who could make the entire Fengling tremble just by stomping his foot. That Young Master Zhao who pays the bill at the bar? He wasn't even fit to carry my shoes before. Once my big brother gets out, this whole street will be mine."

"Jige is awesome, Jige will be my big brother from now on." The group was drunk, and after drinking a bit of alcohol, it felt as if the entire Fengling belonged to them.

Suddenly, someone blocked their path; this person was wearing a burial shroud, his complexion was black, and a face as dry as tree bark made people look at him with awe.

Moreover, his hands were covered in gold rings, especially the Jade thumb ring, which was crystal clear; one look and it was obvious it was no ordinary item.

"You damn thing, you're blocking the way, move aside." A hoodlum bumped into this strange person with a *thud*, but it was as if he had hit a wall and was bounced back.

"Jige, this guy is looking for trouble." The hoodlum climbed up and cursed loudly: "Where did this blind thing come from, daring to block my path? Do you not want to live anymore?"

"Yo, is this guy an actor?" Jige and his group of five were so drunk they couldn't even stand steadily.

Even if they were a little bit sober, they would have seen that this person was wearing a burial shroud, and a face as withered as tree bark was simply not a face a normal person should have.

"I'm talking to you, can't you understand human speech?" Seeing the "person" in front of him motionless, Jige couldn't help but be furious, and he shoved the other party hard.

But his touch was ice-cold, and an extremely strong force rebounded from this person; Jige was bounced to the ground with a *thud*.

"Jige, Jige, this guy is asking for death, let's give him a taste of our power." Several people rushed up with a *hu* sound and began punching and kicking the man.

The one in front of them was naturally the Yin Corpse; he was currently in a Yin Land, and the moonlight in the sky was bright; he held his head slightly high, absorbing the Moon Essence.

These few kids were lucky; the Yin Corpse was absorbing the Moonlight essence, so he ignored them. They punched and kicked for a long time, but the other party just stood there without moving at all, instead tiring those hoodlums out.

"Damn it, are you made of Tongpitiegut?" A hoodlum was enraged; he picked up a brick from the ground and smashed it fiercely at the Yin Corpse's head.

This guy, emboldened by the alcohol, didn't hold back at all; with a *thud*, the brick smashed heavily onto the Yin Corpse's head, and with a *clatter*, the brick was smashed to pieces.

The Yin Corpse suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of chilling intent in them; suddenly, he waved his arms, and the few hoodlums all fell down with a *thud, thud*.