a zombie haunts me

Chapter 112 The Compass Guides the Way
"what……"

After a horrific howl, I saw Yunli lying on the ground, her face scalded with blisters from the hot tea splashed by Ah Lang.

Yun Li covered her burnt face with both hands, rolling on the ground in pain.

At this moment, I saw something falling out of her body.

"Ah Lang, that is..."

Before I finished my words, Ah Lang got up immediately, bent down and quickly picked up the things on the ground.

It turned out to be a yellow paper man!

I never dreamed that the person controlling Yunli was actually a yellow paper man...

A Lang's face gradually became serious, he held the yellow paper figure in his hand, and walked slowly to my side.

"It's actually a yellow paper man. I remember Bai Chenxu said that wherever there are yellow paper men, there must be someone doing it!"

I said softly, and fixed my eyes on the yellow paper figure in Ah Lang's hand.

However, Ah Lang didn't say anything.

Yun Li's wailing sound echoed in the whole lounge, it seemed that her consciousness had come to her senses.

Someone used a yellow paper figurine to control her and cast a spell on me instead of her. As for the soul-locking clothes on my body, it probably has something to do with the person who did the spell.

Before I had time to speak out what was in my heart, Ah Lang suddenly threw away the yellow paper man, pulled me and walked outside.

"Ah Lang, where are you taking me, quickly help me undo this curse!"

I said softly, however, the soul-locking garment was surprisingly cold on my body, making me shiver all over.

"It's too late, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first."

After he finished speaking, he had already walked outside the studio, and a Zanxin sports car had already parked at the door.

I looked at him in surprise, but he just nodded and said to me: "The soul-locking clothes on your body, every time you stay on your body for an hour, it will suck the soul from your body."

"what?"

I was so frightened that my voice became hoarse, my heart heaved violently, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

It turns out that this is the soul-locking garment. If I wear it all the time, will all my souls be sucked away by it in the end?
"But if you don't rush to the Civil Affairs Bureau now, you will die. The lost soul can be retrieved. Once you die, the soul will automatically leave your body and cannot be retrieved."

A Lang said that at this time, he had already started the car.

The car galloped on the road like Li Xuan's arrow, however, my body seemed to have fallen into a huge ice cellar, and I shivered from the cold.

Why did it become like this, what is going on with all this?

I know that no matter how I ask A Lang, A Lang will not answer me, but I know very well in my heart that it is not only the ghost who wants to harm me, but also someone, the person who cast a spell on the yellow paper man.

I once heard that Taoism has such a spell, which can be used to place energy on the yellow paper man and use the yellow paper man to do things.

The yellow paper man can do simple things, and it can also be pasted on some people to make those people use them for themselves. What's more, they have superb Taoism and can directly make the yellow paper man look like a person.

Of course, I have never seen any of these spells, I just heard about them.

If Bai Chenxu hadn't mentioned it that day, I probably would never have thought that someone would use the yellow paper figurine to harm me.

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly found that my body was a little weak, as if my whole body was being pulled back and forth by something, it hurt so much, as if it was about to be torn apart, but I didn't have any wounds on my body.

Seeing me frowning slightly and curling up, Ah Lang suddenly stretched out a hand, held me tightly, and said to me: "The soul-locking clothes have begun to work, and your body will become weaker and weaker now." , remember, no matter what, don’t give up on yourself.”

Of course I won't give up, I remember A Lang's words, he said, as long as my willpower is strong enough, those ghosts can't control my thoughts.

In the same way, as long as my will to survive is firm, those people or ghosts who want to take my soul will not be able to easily succeed!
The more the car drove forward, the more chaotic the surroundings became. The air seemed to be filled with a thin layer of smog. The road visibility is barely a few meters away.

"Why is that?"

My voice has become weak at this time, and my throat is actually very dry.

"It seems that they still refuse to let us go, trying to stop us."

A Lang said, from his eyes, I could tell that he was trying to figure out a way.

However, my body seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, as if my whole body was about to be emptied.

Could it be that my soul has already begun to leave my body?
I thought so, and my heart was terrified.

Fear is like a sharp barb, tearing my sensitive nerves back and forth.

My breathing became slower and heavier, and I leaned on the car seat, my whole body became weak with weakness.

Suddenly, there was a sharp throbbing pain in my body, as if something was pulling my body violently.

The heart-piercing pain spread along my blood to the deepest part of my internal organs...

What should I do, my willpower seems to be swallowed by something, and it becomes weaker and weaker.

"I can't do it, I can only try!"

After all, Ah Lang suddenly took out a compass-shaped object from his pocket.

He actually wants to use a compass?
I stretched out my hand with difficulty and held him tightly: "No, you can't use this!"

I heard Bai Chenxu say that the compass is not something that everyone can use, even if he is not good enough, he can only use the compass to determine the direction.

"I can't control that much anymore, your body is almost unable to withstand it!"

After Ah Lang finished speaking, he bit his finger and smeared his blood on the compass. Suddenly, the compass seemed to have absorbed powerful mana, and the pointer spun rapidly in an instant.

At this moment, a bright light burst out from the compass, and the compass flew into the sky in an instant.

At this moment, a spacious road suddenly appeared in front of our eyes.

Although both sides of the road are still covered by smog, the compass is like a lighthouse, guiding us in the direction.

While driving the car, Ah Lang pursed his lips tightly. I could feel that he was supporting the compass with all his strength.

"Alang, stop, you're about to lose your hold."

I saw blood oozing out from the corner of A Lang's mouth, and suddenly remembered that Nineteen Lords once told us that those who don't know how to use a compass will be bitten by the compass.

After all, A Lang is a zombie. Although he has high magic power, his spells are inherently incompatible with the compass. If he uses the compass in this way, he will be backlashed sooner or later.

However, A Lang did not answer me, but continued to control the compass.

Not long after, the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau appeared in front of our eyes. A Lang slowly stepped on the brakes, and then spit out a mouthful of blood on the steering wheel.

The compass fell from mid-air in an instant, and when it fell, it made a crisp sound, and soon broke in two.

"Alang...Alang..."

I held A Lang's hand weakly, but he just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said to me, "I'm fine."

But I can clearly see that he is injured, but the wound is not visible.

"Get out of the car, we don't have much time."

I didn't pay much attention to it, and barely held back the pain in my body, and slowly got out of the car.

A Lang and I walked into the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau one after the other. As soon as we walked in, a gust of wind blew in our faces, and I couldn't help but take half a step back.

How could this be? In my impression, the Civil Affairs Bureau should be a very, very lively place. Even if it didn't catch up with the auspicious day, there were quite a few people here.

However, in the office hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau in front of me, there was no married couple, not even divorced people.

My heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition filled my whole body in an instant.

Ah Lang dragged me to the marriage registration window, and I suddenly realized that I didn't bring any documents.

"We're getting married."

A Lang spoke slowly, his tone was low but firm.

"You two...really plan to get married today?"

The clerk frowned puzzled, as if he thought we were joking.

"Yes, immediately, immediately!"

A Lang looked a little anxious, and there was a touch of impatience in his tone.

"Don't you two think about it? Look in this hall, but there is no one who came to go through the formalities."

The clerk also held a responsible attitude and asked repeatedly.

From his gaze, I seemed to see something, but there was still a force coming from somewhere in my body, tearing my soul back and forth, making it impossible for me to breathe.

"What do you mean, let you do it!"

A Lang was a little angry, and took out his ID and a photo from his pocket.

Only then did I suddenly realize that Ah Lang had already prepared my documents.

By the way, grandma must have given him my ID.

However, that photo...

At that moment, I was stunned. When my eyes were locked on the photo, I suddenly realized that this photo was not the last time we went to the studio to shoot, no, it should be drawn?

When I saw Ah Lang and me in the photo, I remembered the horrible dead makeup before...

The portrait in front of me is the same as the photo taken, it doesn't look like a painting at all, and the makeup on my face is not heavy, it looks the same as usual.

Could it be that everything I saw last time was an illusion?

I began to doubt my eyes, but I turned my head slightly and looked at A Lang, but he didn't say anything.

The clerk swallowed, slowly took out the calendar, and said to us: "It is said that today is Pluto's birthday. On this day, there will be neither weddings nor funerals in Yangjian. I am afraid that I will offend Pluto. Do you really want to choose today?"

I was shocked when I heard the clerk's words...

(End of this chapter)