Chapter 65: This is a Walking Corpse

Xiao Zhao's true form had already been revealed; his true form was slightly decayed, and he must have been dead for a long time.

Huang Yiqiang and Xia Tian were already dumbfounded; just a moment ago, this corpse was still talking to them and driving them around the residential complex, but in the blink of an eye, it had become a corpse.

"Brother, th-this, what is this thing?" Huang Yiqiang said, stuttering.

"A Walking Corpse. Looking at it like this, he should have been dead for at least a week, but his soul did not leave his body, and then an expert used a curse to drive him, so he could walk normally like a person."

"And he spontaneously generated corpse Qi, causing people to have hallucinations, so the people with him didn't notice that his body had already slowly decayed," Chen Yu said.

"Damn, damn!" Xia Tian threw the brick in his hand onto the ground: "With this thing here, no wonder the construction site kept having accidents."

"Wait, Chen Yu, are you saying someone is manipulating him from behind the scenes?" Huang Yiqiang asked.

"If no one was manipulating him, how could he have become a Living Corpse?" Chen Yu said: "This guy can't see sunlight after death, so he always worked the night shift."

"Then was the butcher from just now also this thing?" Xia Tian asked.

"He wasn't; he is a person. Because he used to be a butcher, the Slaughtering Knife in his hand had extremely heavy baleful energy, so ordinary things didn't dare to get close to him," Chen Yu said.

"So someone is playing tricks behind the scenes?" Xia Tian's expression darkened.

"That's right. I looked at this land when I arrived; it is an excellent piece of Feng Shui land, so there absolutely shouldn't be a situation where Yin Spirits are clustered together," Chen Yu said: "When you were bidding for this land, were there any competitors?"

"There were. The Zhao Family's Yongan Real Estate competed with us, but we finally won it at a high price. You mean Zhao Zhong is the one playing tricks?" Xia Tian was furious: "That bastard Zhao Zhong, I'll go find him to settle the score later."

"I can't guarantee 100% that it's him, but it definitely has something to do with him," Chen Yu nodded and said: "Let me send you back first. We'll find someone to deal with this corpse later; he should have been your employee, but he was harmed and controlled by someone later."

"Bastard, that man surnamed Zhao doesn't take human life seriously at all; I definitely won't let him off," Xia Tian said angrily.

"What kind of ghost place are we in?" Huang Yiqiang only then realized that they didn't know when they had already left the construction site. In front of the sightseeing car was a lake; if they had driven forward for a few more minutes, the car would have fallen into the lake.

"It was a Ghost Wall. Let's go back first," Chen Yu said.

The few of them returned to the construction site. That older security guard was waiting anxiously; seeing them return, he finally Songyi: "Manager Xia, Xiao Zhao just drove the car out earlier. I called out to you all, but no one responded to me."

"Lao Li, have you and Xiao Zhao always worked the same shift? Did you not notice anything unusual about him?" Xia Tian asked.

"That's right, we both work the night shift," Lao Li replied: "Nothing unusual, except a week ago, I suddenly noticed he didn't like to talk anymore; he used to talk quite a lot."

Xia Tian and Huang Yiqiang looked at each other; sure enough, Xiao Zhao had already been dead for a week.

"You two drive back. I'm going to take a look inside the construction site. Someone has tampered with this place; it is already a Yin Land, and the wandering Yin Spirits in the surrounding area have all been attracted here," Chen Yu frowned. Now that it was past midnight, the construction site was truly even livelier.

Black Qi of various sizes swirled everywhere, and transparent shadows were wandering about here one by one.

"I'm not leaving. I, your father, have never seen a ghost in my life, so I'll see one today," Huang Yiqiang said through gritted teeth.

"Then... I won't go back either. With you here, what am I afraid of?" Xia Tian also threw caution to the wind.

"Alright then, don't be afraid in a moment," Chen Yu grinned: "Let's go."

The three of them used flashlights to reach the construction site, and at the auspicious spot in the very center of the site, Chen Yu stopped.

Xia Tian and Huang Yiqiang couldn't help but shiver; this place was bone-chillingly cold, and a hair-raising feeling welled up.

"It should be here; the Yin energy here is very dense," Chen Yu pointed at the ground. The Yin energy here was very heavy, and countless wandering spirits turned into black Qi and desperately gathered here; the problem definitely originated from here.

"What do we do now?" Xia Tian asked.

"Dig three feet into the ground; there is something underneath," Chen Yu picked up a shovel from the side and started digging.

Huang Yiqiang and Xia Tian also hurriedly found shovels and began to dig.

After three feet, a Blood Coffin more than a meter long appeared.

The Blood Coffin was painted red all over, with Peach Wood Nails driven into the four corners. There seemed to be something inside the Blood Coffin, and dark red blood was constantly seeping out.

"Blood Coffin Soul Sealing," Chen Yu dropped the shovel.

"What is Blood Coffin Soul Sealing?" Xia Tian was completely confused.

"Inside is a Blood Soul raised by an expert. It is a child of about six years old who died unjustly; their soul is sealed into their body, nailed into a Blood Coffin, and nourished with blood."

"After three years, the Blood Soul will be slightly accomplished, and wherever it goes will become a Yin Land. The Feng Shui of this construction site is not bad, but with this thing buried here, the Feng Shui treasure land has become a Yin Land like a mass grave," Chen Yu said.

"Then what should we do?" Huang Yiqiang and Xia Tian asked, dumbstruck.

"It's fine, just burn it with a fire," Chen Yu said.

"Burn it, burn it immediately."

A moment later, a bucket of gasoline was poured into the Blood Coffin. Huang Yiqiang took a lighter and threw it down. With a 'Boom—', a flash of fire shot into the sky.

A series of shrill screams rang out from inside the Blood Coffin; these screams made people's eardrums ache, and the Blood Coffin crackled and popped, with bursts of foul stench wafting out. It burned for a full half hour before the fire finally gradually extinguished.

After the Blood Coffin was extinguished, the Yin Spirits gathered around scattered in a rush, and the Yin energy also gradually disappeared. This Yin Land setup was considered broken.

"Chen Yu, is there nothing else now?" Xia Tian asked.

"Nothing else, but for the next three days, use livestock for sacrifices for three days, and then resume work to ensure the things here are gone completely," Chen Yu said.

"Alright, I understand," Xia Tian nodded.

"But you still need to be careful. Since a Blood Coffin appeared, it definitely means a competitor hired a sorcerer. If we don't root out the person behind the scenes, then the matter here isn't over," Chen Yu thought for a moment and said.

"Brother, can you handle it?" Huang Yiqiang asked.

"The problem shouldn't be big," Chen Yu smiled. Judging from the level of the Blood Coffin, the other party's strength was only average.

"Chen Yu, Qiang Ge and I will give you 30% of the shares in Chengyi Real Estate as a token of our gratitude," Xia Tian said.

"That wouldn't be appropriate, would it?" Chen Yu was stunned.

Chengyi Real Estate was also one of the top ten large real estate developers in Fengling, with an annual net profit of at least several billion.

"There's nothing inappropriate about it. You helped us with such a big favor; if we're brothers, don't decline anymore. It's settled. Let's go, we've been tossing and turning for most of the night, it's time to go back," Xia Tian waved his hand.

"Alright, let's figure out who is playing tricks behind the scenes first," Chen Yu nodded.

In the suburbs, at a villa.

A funeral rite was being held inside the villa. Du Feng set up an urn, with a photo of Du Ming pasted on the box.

Today was his nephew's Head Seven; after midnight, this funeral rite began to send off the deceased.

"Life is but a passing guest, death is returning to one's origin. Young Master Du, go in peace."

A Daoist priest draped in a yellow robe scattered yellow paper, and the funeral rite ended there.

The yellow-robed Daoist had an ugly complexion and lecherous eyes, giving off a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Little Ming, when your parents passed away, they entrusted me to take good care of you. I have failed your parents, but rest assured, I will definitely avenge you." Du Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he bowed to Du Ming's ashes.