corpse file

Chapter 263 The One Chosen by God
I have heard of corpse painters, they are colleagues from the Fujian area.

Their job is to carry a painting folder all day long and paint corpses among the people.

Of course, they are not needed for ordinary corpses. Only those corpses that are fake and filled with resentment can be invited to take action.

They painted on the dead body in the middle of the night.

After the painting is completed, no matter how powerful the corpse is, the essence will be removed and turned into a scroll.

But the original corpse is no longer a problem. It should be cremated and buried.

Corpse painters are very famous in the Fujian region and have a good reputation in the circle.

Although they also charge fees, they are often determined based on the family circumstances of the victim.

If the family conditions are good, they will accept tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands from you. If the family conditions are not good, they will do their best to complete the project even if it takes a few hundred yuan or dozens of yuan.

Even if you encounter a very poor family, you only need to give him a meal.

The scroll of Zhang Sanfen was obtained from the corpse painter.

According to him, this thing bears the seal of a corpse painter and is equivalent to a prison.

When Mrs. Yin is released later, it will be perfect to be imprisoned in this scroll.

As Zhang Sanfen spoke, he flattened the scroll on the ground, bit his finger, and wrote three words on the blank space of the scroll with blood: Mrs. Yin!

Seeing that he was ready, I unscrewed the steel pipe and unfolded the flag of the Fierce Ghost.

As soon as the flag was unfurled, I heard Madam Yin say in horror: "Ancestor! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

The double-faced and four-armed evil ghost on the flag has a ferocious face, but there is clearly an additional pattern at the corner of the mouth. It is Mrs. Yin who was previously wearing fluttering white clothes and could sing and comb her hair.

But half of Mrs. Yin's body had already entered the mouth of the two-faced and four-armed evil spirit.

Zhang Sanfen stretched out his hand and slapped it, and the two-faced and four-armed evil ghost on the flag suddenly relaxed its mouth.

Madam Yin immediately seized the opportunity and fled quickly.

But Zhang Sanfen shouted in a deep voice: "Mrs. Yin!"

Following this loud shout, the black air that had just escaped instantly drifted towards the inside of the scroll.

I hurriedly turned around to look, only to find that there was a portrait of a beautiful woman wearing white clothes with long hair reaching her waist in the scroll.

It's just that the woman's portrait has a frightened expression, and there's also a hint of anger.

When I saw it, I secretly admired it. The method used by the corpse painter was indeed extraordinary!
You must know that Mrs. Yin is the most evil spirit, and there are not many magic weapons that can trap such evil spirits.

If this scroll were put on a trade fair, it would be worth tens of millions!

Zhang Sanfen was afraid that Mrs. Yin would escape from the scroll, so he picked up the iron rod again. The tip of the rod was surrounded by the flames of the sun's golden crystal flames.

He quickly used firelight to burn a circle around the scroll, and saw a golden, flame-like pattern appearing around the frame.

I know that this is the Sun Golden Crystal Flame left on the scroll, specifically used to suppress Madam Yin.

After doing all this, Zhang Sanfen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He motioned for me to put away the Fierce Ghost's flag, and then said to Madam Yin: "Let's talk?"

In the scroll, Madam Yin's eyes were rolling, but her body could not move.

Her expression was first frightened, then angry, then smiling.

Then I heard Mrs. Yin say: "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Sanfen said: "What is the god you believe in?"

Madam Yin returned to her previous calmness of combing her hair. She smiled and said, "What? Have you also become a believer in God?"

Zhang Sanfen replied expressionlessly: "If you want me to become a believer, I have to know what they are!" "Tell me about it! Maybe I recognize them."

Mrs. Yin said: "God does not need your approval. And if you want to become a believer in God, you may not be qualified!"

Zhang Sanfen didn't take it seriously and continued: "I am the body collector of the Nanshan Funeral Parlor in Zhongtou, and I am the eldest grandson of the Zhang family in Taihang Mountain."

"He is also the only one known in the world who has a body of extreme Yang."

"Whether it is in terms of strength or status, I am no worse than others. Tell me, maybe I have this qualification?"

Mrs. Yin originally had a calm expression on her face, but when she heard Zhang Sanfen introduced himself, she immediately exclaimed: "Are you Zhang Sanfen?"

Her eyes moved around the scroll, and then she said to me: "What eternity are you?"

I didn't expect that my name would spread to the Curseless Road, and I felt a little complacent for a moment.

But the next second, I heard whispers from around me: "He Yongheng! He Yongheng! He Yongheng!"

The sounds were dense and getting closer, which scared me so much that I quickly grabbed the handle of the Demon-Slaying Thorn.

Zhang Sanfen lowered his head and glanced at the Yin-Yang Compass, his face changing color slightly.

I couldn't help but look down and found that the pointer on the Yin-Yang compass was motionless, and there was no magnetic field abnormality at all.

In other words, there is not a single soul within a few hundred meters around.Otherwise, you will never escape the detection of Yin-Yang Compass!

But since there are no dead souls around, where did the sound come from?

I suddenly turned on the flashlight and glanced around.

The bright beam penetrated the darkness directly, but I still didn't see half of the dead souls, not even the fluctuation of Yin Qi.

But that sound of He Yongheng penetrated into my brain in an extremely strange way, as if countless people were calling my name.

He Yongheng...

He Yongheng...

He Yongheng...

I was so annoyed by the countless noises that I shouted sternly: "Stop shouting! Are you annoying!"

Madam Yin burst out laughing: "He Yongheng! You are the one chosen by God!"

"Come on, join us, believe in the gods, and you will get everything you want! You have to remember that God is omnipotent!"

The surrounding voices changed again: "Faith! Faith! Faith!"

The sound of the pieces became louder and louder, which made me feel angry. I reached out and grabbed the scroll, trying to tear it in half.

But suddenly, flames filled his eyes and spread rapidly in all directions.

In an instant, the complicated sounds around me weakened a lot. At the same time, I heard Zhang Sanfen shouting: "Old He! Stay calm!"

After I heard this voice, my mind suddenly woke up. Only then did I realize that there were patches of black gas surrounding me!

This black energy is the same as what was forced out of Master Miqing’s body before!
It's just that the number was very small at the time, and it naturally dissipated before it got close to me.

But this time, the black air around me not only surrounded me, but even continued to penetrate into my body.

Although most of the black energy is dissipating rapidly, some of the black energy is still attached to my skin!
Soul pollution!

If I let the black energy invade my whole body, I guess I will have no choice but to work as a colleague with Mrs. Yin!
As soon as my mind came to my senses, the black energy around me was quickly annihilated, and even the black energy on my skin disappeared completely!

I roared angrily and said, "Damn you! The plot is on me, isn't it?"

"What kind of bullshit god! Are you still engaging in such despicable methods?"

(End of this chapter)