I want to die!

Chapter 29 Underhanded Methods

When he was young, Zhao Shun also sought out a master to learn some underworld skills, but he was not proficient in his skills at a young age and could only be considered a novice.

Life's fortunes are unpredictable. Later, he went into the rice business and became wealthy.

Over the years, in addition to his rice business, he also occasionally bought some "yin rice" (a type of rice with a dark, purported flavor). Over time, his Taoist skills accumulated.

According to the nine ranks of celestial beings, his underworld skills later reached the threshold of that rank.

His skill in pressing the coffin with five grains naturally has a story behind it.

Five grains are meant to be placed under a coffin as farewell provisions. But if the wrong grains are placed under it, it's like sending someone off on a journey they'll never be able to take.

That grain is now weighing down on Zhao Weiming.

Zhao Shun was middle-aged and his energy was waning. By then, it was already late at night.

After finishing this task, he went into the inner room to rest, leaving the shop assistants to keep watch at the mourning hall outside.

....................

The candles were still burning in the mourning hall.

A few men sat around the table playing mahjong, chatting and laughing from time to time, which added a bit of liveliness to the mourning hall.

Just suddenly.

The coffin in the mourning hall suddenly trembled.

Everyone paused, and the sound of shuffling mahjong tiles unconsciously lowered.

"Did the coffin move just now?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

"Don't joke like that in the middle of the night." An older waiter quickly reprimanded him.

"If you're really scared, go to the inner room and find Manager Zhao later."

"So I'm really going?" Several men stood up.

"Look at you, so timid. The shopkeeper knows his stuff; I heard he studied under a sorcerer when he was young." The older waiter said with a disdainful look.

"Shady dealings? How did you end up as a rice merchant?"

"You don't understand. The so-called 'yin profession' is a profession that deals with the dead."

"To truly master this profession, one must overcome five weaknesses and three shortcomings."

"Look at this, the entire Zhao family is gone, and there are hardly any members left in the Zhao clan, where the shopkeeper is from."

"Brother, you know so much! You're amazing!"

"Hehe, that's right. We employees learn from capable people like the manager, don't we?"

The older man looked rather smug.

But when I turned my head to look...

The rice shop assistants who had been talking to him earlier had somehow retreated seven or eight steps away, looking at him with strange expressions.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the older waiter asked, puzzled.

"Brother Zhang, who...who are you talking to?" The other guys had already walked towards the inner room, watching the guy who was still standing there from a distance.

The older man was startled. After thinking for a moment, he looked behind him, following the sound he had heard, and his face turned pale.

The sound coming from behind seemed to be coming directly from the coffin of Zhao Weiming, the third son of the Zhao family...

At this moment, a tiny crack can be seen in the lid of the coffin in the center of the mourning hall, appearing sometime during the night...

"My God, it's really haunted!"

"Go find the shopkeeper quickly!"

The men were in a panic, their footsteps fading into the distance.

.............

Zhou Xing, who was inside the coffin, had just woken up.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly; the third son of the Zhao family was indeed weak and powerless.

They tried to lift the coffin with Zhao San's body, but it felt too heavy.

To be precise...

The heavy thing doesn't seem to be the coffin lid, but rather the grains of rice on this body...

It's somewhat like the dull, heavy feeling before a heavy rain, where you can't muster any energy.

"Luckily, I'm cheating, otherwise even rising from the dead wouldn't be enough."

Zhou Xing sighed and quietly activated his inherent ability.

Li Yingcai's ten years of chrysanthemum cultivation techniques surged within him, and his hands limply supported him on the coffin lid.

...........

"If you're going to slack off, then so be it, but you can't just gossip about corpses!" Zhao Shuncai had just been pulled out by several employees and was scolding them with a dark face.

He used the method of pressing the coffin with five grains to suppress the soul, and he genuinely possessed the cultivation of a celestial being of the ninth rank.

Once you enter the Nine Grades of Celestial Beings, you are worlds apart from ordinary professions.

For example, in the martial arts world, the ninth rank of internal martial arts is defined by the development of internal strength, and the gap between those below the ninth rank is naturally huge.

Zhao Shun's skill is so powerful that both humans and ghosts are suppressed by his deep resentment of the five grains of Yin rice, unable to turn over or find a way out.

How could there be any corpses talking to each other, or coffins being opened?

When Zhao Shun heard what the men said, it was both illogical and unlucky, and his face immediately darkened.

"These are grown men, and you don't even have the guts to keep vigil. You listen for the slightest sound and say they've come back to life?!"

"The one in the coffin is my nephew! What's there to be afraid of?"

By this time, Zhao Shun had already left the mourning hall.

When he looked up, he saw the entire coffin lid fly up three or four meters high with a bang, and then crash to the floor with a thud.

The sudden sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet of the night.

Inside the coffin, Zhou Xing slowly straightened up, and the grains of rice on his body fell off like flowing water, with only a few stubbornly sticking to the surface.

"impossible!"

"It's come back to life!"

Zhao Shun's face paled. He shielded his men in front of him and quickly grabbed one of them who was trying to escape.

"Foolish!"

"We absolutely cannot run now! If people split up and run away, their yang energy will dissipate!"

"Let's walk over slowly, don't panic!"

"These filthy things have noses sharper than dogs. If you're afraid, your vital energy will weaken, and then things will go wrong!"

The guys were going to run away.

But seeing that the shopkeeper Zhao Shun was calm and composed, and spoke eloquently, they subconsciously listened to what he had to say.

The group casually picked up a stool and a broom from the side and carefully moved them.

The coffin was placed in the very center of the mourning hall.

If you want to leave this mourning hall and run outside, you naturally can't avoid the coffin in the center of the hall.

Stephen Chow is alright.

Zhao San's body was weak, much weaker than Li Xuanqing, who was originally a martial arts beggar, or even Li Yingcai, who practiced the Chrysanthemum Manual internal energy.

He was sitting halfway on the coffin, casually stretching his arms and twisting his shoulders.

Seeing the panic among the crowd, he cooperated by propping his arms up and quietly waiting for the group to approach.

Among the workers, the older one surnamed Zhang was the boldest. Seeing that Zhou Xing was not moving, he tentatively took the broom in his hand and gently poked Zhou Xing's body as he passed by the coffin.

With this movement, Zhou Xing managed to grab the broom with his own hand.

In an instant, an overwhelming force surged from the broom, pulling the Zhang man and the broom together, causing him to fall forward to the ground.

"This filthy thing is so strong, is it a zombie? But it doesn't look stiff at all."

Zhao Shun was completely confused.

After all, although he had the cultivation of a ninth-rank Taoist, he was a pampered businessman, and the underhanded techniques he used were learned when he was young and he rarely used them.

Seeing that the situation was different, he also became confused:

"You all stay here and wait, don't scatter, don't run away!"

"The officials from the government office outside shouldn't have left yet. I'll go find them!"

Zhao Shun shielded his men in front of him and quickly slipped away through the courtyard gate.

As soon as he moved, Zhou Xing also moved, getting off the coffin.

after all.

This time, he wanted to reclaim the Zhao family's property in Baxiang Town, so naturally he couldn't let his uncle, who had killed him, escape.

However, even with this movement, I still felt very heavy and couldn't take a step.

"The shopkeeper has gone to fetch the officials; we have to hold on!"

The older man shouted.

He had just gotten up when he grabbed a stool and rushed over.

Zhou Xing simply raised his hand and pressed down.

He and the stool were sent flying backward, crashing into the wall, causing dust to fall from the wall.

Zhou Xing looked down at his palm, where a few stubborn grains of rice were still firmly stuck, almost imprinted into the skin.

Putting aside these strange grains...

Li Yingcai's ten years of hard work have indeed been quite impressive.

Even though Zhao San's body was weaker, he still possessed considerable explosive power due to the internal strength of the Chrysanthemum Manual, which he had cultivated for ten years.

With this obstacle blocking his way, by the time Zhou Xing reached the door, the street was completely dark, and there was no one to be seen.

"A bunch of idiots, I'm a human being." Zhou Xing turned around, raised his hand and pressed another guy holding a broom to the ground, and said slowly.

"A person?" The workers looked at each other in bewilderment.

To be honest, the third young master of the Zhao family who crawled out of the coffin was not as terrifying as the zombies in folklore.

And with such skill, and the fact that he crawled out of a coffin, who could believe it?

"Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant," Zhou Xing said calmly.

"I'll wait here until your manager returns with reinforcements, then I'll settle things with him properly."

"You—take off your clothes." Zhou Xing called out to a guy of similar build to himself.

"Huh? Take off your clothes? Here?" The waiter looked utterly devastated, his whole body went dark, and his hands trembled violently, but he dared not disobey.

"Stop talking nonsense, just take it off when I tell you to... no, you don't need to take off your underwear, what the hell do you take me for?"

Zhou Xing lowered his head and spent almost half an hour painstakingly picking off the rice grains that wouldn't come off his body.

Strangely enough, after the rice grain was freed, Zhou Xing's body felt much lighter for some reason.

"It turns out it wasn't that Zhao San was too weak; it's that Zhao Shun really does have some skill..."

"The underworld?" Zhou Xing also became somewhat interested in the intricacies of the underworld.

After all, his true form was a living corpse buried upright in a coffin in the ground.

It would be beneficial to come into contact with these supernatural beings and understand one's own physical condition.

If we have enough time... we might be able to find the location of the original body, and it would be best to dig it out first.

Zhou Xing's original body now has more than half of its arm that can move freely. After he transmigrates and dies a few more times, he might be able to emerge from the coffin.

............

It was half an hour later when Zhao Shun led a group of terrified, armed soldiers inside.

In the dead of night, the courtyard was brightly lit inside and out, and there were people everywhere.

"Sir! My nephew has been possessed by an evil spirit and has risen from the dead. Please come out and help suppress it—" Zhao Shun said, only halfway through his sentence.

Then a cold laugh came from the mourning hall.

"You, Zhao Shun, not content with robbing me for money and murder, now you want to use someone else to do your dirty work? You even want to revoke my citizenship and claim I'm an evil spirit?"

Zhou Xing sat expressionlessly at the table in the courtyard.

He had already changed out of his burial clothes and into a regular casual robe.

Right now, they're eating roast chicken at the Eight Immortals Table... This roast chicken was originally an offering placed in front of Zhao San's memorial tablet.

Zhou Xing, having no taboos, began to devour the offerings while also guzzling a pot of wine from the side.

The men huddled in a corner of the yard, hardly believing it, but too afraid to run away.

When the officers and soldiers entered the door with trepidation, this was the scene they were greeted by.

"You fucking lied to me?" The leading officer grabbed Zhao Shun by the collar and lifted him off the ground like a chick.

No matter how you look at it, this scene doesn't resemble a zombie or an evil spirit possession.

A perfectly healthy person sitting there, clear-headed, able to talk, eat, and drink—is that what you call a zombie?

"My lord, I am innocent! This is clearly a demon possessed by an evil spirit, and it has immense strength. It can fly into the sky with just a push of the coffin lid---" He had just opened his mouth when he was immediately drowned out by an even louder voice.

"My lord, I've been wronged! I'll go to the county government office and beat the drum of grievance as soon as it's light!" Zhou Xing shouted.

This time, his voice was full of energy, much louder than Zhao San's when he was alive, completely drowning out Zhao Shun's voice.

The leading officer was taken aback and looked Zhou Xing up and down.

"I didn't expect you to be so skilled, a real martial artist!"

"His voice is loud and clear, full of energy. This must be someone who has seriously trained in internal martial arts for at least a few years, right?"

After he finished speaking, his gaze toward Zhao Shun became even more disdainful.

"Or is it that your nephew turned into a zombie and knows martial arts?"

The surrounding officers and soldiers burst into laughter, and the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

What kind of superhuman zombie demon is that? It's clearly martial arts.

They had never heard of a zombie possessing internal energy in their lives; this was clearly a living person!

Being called out in the middle of the night to catch zombies was already unsettling, and now that it turned out to be a false alarm, he naturally didn't have a pleasant expression.

"This—" Zhao Shun hesitated.

"Then it shouldn't be a zombie, but rather possessed by an evil spirit with martial arts skills, right?"

"After all, I've never heard of my nephew knowing any martial arts."

"You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth. And what about evil spirits that can do martial arts?" the soldier retorted.

Zhou Xing put down the roast chicken, wiped his hands, and slowly stood up.

"Sir, don't listen to his nonsense. Do I have to report my martial arts training to the entire county?" he said with a faint smile.

"My eldest brother, Zhao Weigang, is a martial arts master. We also had servants and guards in the family who knew martial arts before."

"It's not unreasonable for me to learn some martial arts in private to protect myself, is it?" He then changed his tone, giving Zhao Shun a cold laugh:

"But it's you, Uncle."

"I'm a perfectly healthy person, and you drugged me, stabbed me, and put me in a coffin. Now that I've woken up from my coma, you're saying I'm a zombie, an evil spirit?"

"A sleeping potion?" The soldier raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Xing patted his chest, looking heartbroken:

"Gentlemen, please judge this matter."

My father had only been dead for a few days, and the family property hadn't even been divided yet, when this good uncle of mine gave me a cup of sleeping potion, knocked me unconscious, and stuffed me into a coffin. If I hadn't been lucky enough to have practiced martial arts for a few years, I would have suffocated to death in that coffin.

The soldier narrowed his eyes, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Shun had changed.

"Manager Zhao, what should we do about this?"

Zhao Shun was speechless for a moment, looking at Zhou Xing with a hint of fear, and felt a chill run down his spine.

The more eloquent and lifelike his nephew, who had crawled out of the coffin, acted, the more terrified he became.

You should know that he secretly used yin rice to suppress the coffin. Whether it's a human or a ghost, they would be suppressed by his method and unable to turn over or find their way to the underworld.

But the person in front of him... Zhao Shun didn't really think that this person could really be his good-for-nothing nephew.

Why?

Could he possibly be an evil spirit that his ninth-rank cultivation level couldn't suppress?

Cold sweat quietly seeped out on my forehead.

Although it was the middle of the night, he was surrounded by a crowd, and there were many soldiers who had practiced martial arts and were armed with swords and spears beside him.

These soldiers practicing martial arts, gathered together, should appear to evil spirits and malevolent entities as a sea of ​​fire, composed of clusters of torches, making them impossible to approach...

But why is this evil spirit possessing his nephew able to talk so casually with the soldiers...?

He was surrounded by a crowd.

His heart felt as if it had fallen into an abyss.