Xiangjiang.

Yunmeng Mountain, Qingfeng Temple.

Qin Yao put away the water bowl, walked through the mottled stone steps, stepped into the simple and quiet Taoist temple, and said loudly: "Master Mao, Qin Yao is here."

In the Taoist hall, under the statue of Sanqing, Mao Xiaofang, who was sitting face to face with an old Taoist, showed surprise and stood up suddenly: "Master Qingfeng, the person I was waiting for is here."

The old man with white beard and hair and kind eyes stood up and said with a smile: "Shan, I just want to see this master with you."

Then, the two of them walked side by side, crossed the threshold, and looked up at the burly figure under the big tree in the courtyard.

"The divine edge is restrained and returns to its original nature. It is truly extraordinary." Qingfeng praised highly.

Qin Yao followed the reputation and said with a smile: "The Taoist priest thanks you."

Mao Xiaofang pointed at Qingfeng and said with a smile: "Taoist Qin, let me introduce to you. This is Taoist Qingfeng, the master of Qingfeng Temple."

Qin Yao cupped his hands in salute: "Qin Yao of Maoshan, pay your respects to the Taoist Priest."

Qingfeng waved his hand, with a friendly look on his face: "Come in quickly, come in quickly, let's go into the room and talk."

"Thank you." Qin Yao said politely.

Soon, the three of them returned to the main hall and sat around a square table. Qingfeng, as the host, poured the tea and water himself. Qin Yao and Mao Xiaofang both raised their hands to catch the tea bowls, and the guests and hosts were in harmony.

"Master Mao, what's going on with Xuan Kui?"

After exchanging pleasantries, Qin Yao put down his tea bowl and looked sideways at Mao Xiaofang.

"Xuankui, his name was Aixinjueluo Xuankui during his lifetime, and he was a descendant of the Manchu royal family. Because his whole family was slaughtered in front of his eyes, the resentment in his chest and abdomen was not vented, so he was brutally murdered and turned into a zombie.

Later, the tomb was dug up by a group of tomb robbers, and the blood of the tomb robbers was drained, and he was born.

A full ten years have passed since I learned about Xuan Kui from a villager. It's not that I haven't met him face to face in the past ten years, but no matter how carefully I calculated, I couldn't keep him.

Now, after being enlightened by Master Qingfeng Temple, I have written a letter to you, asking you to come and help me." Mao Xiaofang explained.

Qin Yao suddenly realized.

No wonder Mao Xiaofang wrote to him. It turned out that he had listened to other people's advice.

"How strong is this Xuankui?"

Mao Xiaofang: "The strength is at least equivalent to the seventh or eighth level of an Earth Master. I can't handle him."

Qin Yao pondered: "In the past ten years, what have you relied on to track down the other party's traces?"

Mao Xiaofang took out an ancient compass from his arms and placed it gently on the table: "There is a hair of Xuan Kui in this compass. Even after using it, the aura of the deity on it has become very weak, so it works sometimes when looking for it."

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Qin Yao: "Apart from this hair, are there no other items?"

His divination calculations, the most effective one is 'a bowl of clear water illuminates the universe'. Without Xuan Kui's items, if you can know the opponent's position out of thin air, that would be a real divine method. He has not yet reached this level.

Mao Xiaofang shook his head and sighed: "No more... I also know that this kind of pursuit is like finding a needle in a haystack, but Xuankui is too strong. If he is not controlled, once he is hungry, countless people will become his

Blood food.

Chief Qin, I know that you are busy with affairs and cannot continue to pursue me, so you can leave at any time. If you are willing to come over, I will accept your favor."

Qin Yao waved his hand: "You and I, even close friends in life and death, just say this and see the outside world."

Mao Xiaofang felt warm in his heart, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Qin is very righteous."

Qin Yao smiled and said: "I don't have many friends, so each one of them is very precious. Not to mention hurting others, at least I can help them with all my strength."

Mao Xiaofang immediately picked up the tea and said sincerely: "I would like to offer you tea instead of wine."

Qin Yao touched the tea bowl with him and drank the tea in one gulp, showing his heroism.

"Having a close friend in life is a great blessing." Qingfeng poured tea for the two of them and said with a smile, "Honor your friendship."

"Respect friendship."

The next moment, the three tea bowls collided together.

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Three days later.

dusk.

Xiangjiang countryside, Qiaotou Village.

A group of people held torches, fixed a young woman on a wooden stick like a pig, and carried her to an altar in front of the mountain forest. They threw her in the middle of the altar with a bang and shouted: "Vampire God~Vampire God~

"

The mountain wind carried their voices into the mountains and forests, to the mountain walls covered with wooden hanging coffins. The lids of each coffin were quietly opened, and shiny black and skinny palms stretched out from them.

"Someone is shouting something."

At the other end of the forest, Mao Xiaofang, dressed in a blue robe and holding a white cloth bag diagonally, paused and listened.

A golden light flashed in Qin Yao's eyes, and he quickly looked forward. He saw a group of zombies wearing Qing Dynasty official robes and flower feathers, raising their arms and jumping quickly to an altar.

Under the altar, hundreds of villagers were kneeling.

On the altar, a woman was tied up.

"Roar!"

A relatively tall zombie landed on the altar and roared sharply at the zombies that rushed towards the villagers.

The frozen bodies suddenly paused, then slowly turned around and jumped to the altar.

"Follow me, Master Mao." The situation was urgent, and Qin Yao had no time to explain. He grabbed Mao Xiaofang's wrist and took him to the altar, blocking him in front of the tall zombie.

"Roar!!!"

The tall zombie felt threatened and screamed at the two of them.

Qin Yao didn't say any unnecessary nonsense. He raised his hand and pulled out the Qingsuo Sword. As the cyan blade passed through the void, a faint green light sword energy flew out into the air and cut the tall zombie into two pieces from the center of his eyebrows with a pop.

Black smoke billowed out from the shriveled body.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Qin Yao kept waving his sword, and sword energy shot out, cutting off the zombies trying to escape one after another. The process was so devastating that he stunned a group of ignorant villagers.

In fact, not only the villagers were shocked, but even Mao Xiaofang was shocked by the sharpness of the sword in Qin Yao's hand.

Simply horrifying.

"The vampire god is dead..."

After a long time, someone in the crowd murmured.

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Qin Yao returned his sword to its sheath, looked down at the group of strange villagers below, and asked coldly: "Why are you looking at us like this?"

The crowd was silent, but seemed to be angry and afraid to speak.

Qin Yao frowned, turned around and pulled out the dirty towel that was stuffed in the young woman's mouth, and asked in a deep voice: "Why don't they say anything?"

The young woman looked at the villagers below with hatred, and said coldly and solemnly: "Why else? I dare not speak out if I dare to be angry."

Qin Yao recalled the call of the 'vampire god' he had just heard, and a flash of light quickly flashed in his mind: "They want to suck the corpse air!"

The young woman was surprised: "You actually know?"

Qin Yao glanced at her and said, "Which sacrificer are you in the village?"

In the story "A Good Life", he has seen a way to change his luck by absorbing corpse energy, but this method will not only shorten his life, but also easily lead to disaster, ranging from a violent beating to a lifeless death.

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These villagers obviously discovered this shortcoming, so they regarded the zombies as gods and made regular offerings to them in exchange for corpse energy.

"I'm the first."

The young woman said: "Two days ago, the guy who sucked the corpse gas the most died. Then the people in the village realized that they were afraid. They quickly spent money to hire Taoist priests and asked for the magic of sacrifice. Since then, I have known

There must be someone who will be unlucky, but I didn’t expect that the unlucky person would be me.”

Qin Yao sneered, turned the sword in his hand, and looked at the villagers below: "For your own selfish desires, you worship zombies as gods and forcibly sacrifice the lives of others. You will deserve to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers were in an uproar. Some people got up and wanted to run for their lives, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some complained loudly and tried to reason with Qin Yao.

Intimidated by Qin Yao's power, no one dared to curse.

Qin Yao silently raised the Qingsuo sword, and with a thought in his mind, green light sword shadows suddenly flew out of the sword and pushed horizontally towards all the villagers below.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

In an instant, all the villagers, whether they were complaining, begging for mercy, or even escaping, died under the shadow of the sword, and no one was spared.

Mao Xiaofang opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, just sighed quietly.

"Thank you, hero, for avenging me." The young woman said loudly.

Qin Yao glanced at her and said calmly: "I am not avenging you, but simply eliminating evil. You don't have to thank me for anything."
To be continued...