The zombies have been eliminated, but I still have many doubts in my mind.

"Master Sang, what is going on with this golden-armored holy corpse?

It seems different from the zombies recorded in your notes?"

Mr. Sang's face darkened and he slapped me on the back of the head.

"You brat, did you peek at my notes again?"

I curled my lips and opened my mouth to retort.

"Master Sang, what you said is wrong.

A serious person's notes are not afraid of any test. I just glanced at them with a critical eye.

Besides, you didn’t write it just for others to see. If you don’t want others to see it, then why write it out?

There are only two of us in the house, so I thought the letter was written for me.

Otherwise, people who write notes for themselves to read would be so despicable!"

Mr. Sang was so angry that his beard trembled, but he couldn't refute.

"You brat, you can't even pick out the key points when reading your notes.

Generally speaking, zombies can be divided into three types: spirit zombies, living zombies, and drug zombies.

Among them, the spirit corpse is born and raised by the earth, born in response to the calamity, and possesses the blessings of the gods.

As long as one of them appears, it will be a catastrophe.

Don't ask me how to deal with spirit corpses, because I haven't encountered them before."

I was just about to ask a question, but I was choked back by Mr. Sang.

Mr. Sang stroked his beard and continued to talk.

"Zombies, with resentment in their throats, die without becoming stiff.

As time goes by, they become alive when encountering changes and are called living corpses.

The most powerful one is the flying zombie you mentioned earlier.

It can absorb the essence of the sun and moon and seize the fortune of heaven and earth.

It can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, it is invulnerable to weapons and weapons, and it can suck people's essence and blood within a hundred steps."

I scratched my head and looked confused.

"The golden-armored holy corpse just now can obviously fly, and it has copper skin and iron bones, so why can't it fly?"

Mr. Sang's face turned gloomy.

"Because strictly speaking, the golden-armored holy corpse is not a living corpse, but a medicinal corpse.

The medicine corpse refers to a person who is soaked in secret medicine after death and buried in a place where the yin gathers for a long time. It is nourished by the yin energy.

It is not a spiritual corpse that was born and conceived in the earth, nor is it born from a dead corpse when it encounters a change, which is a corpse culture in the popular sense.

It is made by refining secret medicine to nourish evil spirits.

Even though there is copper skin and iron bones, it has no merit of creation.

Even if it sucks the blood of many people, it is still impossible for it to swallow up the sun and the moon and control the wind and rain.

Simply put, the upper limit of living corpses is higher than that of medicinal corpses, and the molding cycle is very long and the conditions are harsh.

However, medicine corpses can be made quickly in a short period of time, and can be controlled by humans under the driving of some secret techniques.

As for the strength, you have seen it, it is stronger than ordinary living corpses.

But it's far from a real flying zombie. The so-called copper skin and iron bones are only relatively tough.

It is far from being invulnerable to fire and water.

As for why it can fly, it’s because it has this in its body.”

Mr. Sang shook the black crystal in his hand, and his gray goatee trembled slightly.

This thing seems to have fallen out of the body of the golden-armored holy corpse!

"This thing is called the Evil Moon Black Stone. It is said to have come from an extraterrestrial meteorite and was later acquired by the Evil Moon Sect.

The Xie Yue Sect cuts and decomposes meteorites, implants them into the bodies of the deceased, and resurrects them by raising corpses.

This evil moon black stone is also very precious in the evil moon sect, and only those with distinguished status and seniority can enjoy it after their death.

Then it is soaked in secret medicine and uses acupuncture points to nourish the corpse.

After more than ten years of nourishing Yin Qi, a golden-armored holy corpse can be refined.

As long as you perform a blood sacrifice through the secret techniques of the Evil Moon Sect at the right time, you can control the golden-armored holy corpse.

According to the Xie Yue Sect, it is hoped that these deceased elders can continue to defend the Holy Religion in this special way."

I nodded slightly and recalled it carefully.

"Before his death, the Evil Moon Demon named Bayan just now seemed to have shouted something about Lord Na Yan..."

That color?

Mr. Sang raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise on his face.

"How come Mr. Sang has heard of this person?"

Mr. Sang nodded slightly and smiled lightly.

"This Yan was originally the great elder of Bailuomen of Xie Yue Sect. He committed evil on the border of southern Xinjiang twelve years ago and harmed many innocent people.

However, he was later seriously injured by several masters from the Maoshan Sect and disappeared from sight.

Now it seems that this Yan should have died a long time ago. Bai Luomen buried his body in Hutou Mountain, hoping to turn it into a golden-armored holy corpse.

But it is not as good as God. The big head wanted to move the ancestral grave for burial, but we dug out this golden-armored holy corpse in advance."

After learning the true identity of the golden-armored holy corpse, Sang Ye seemed to feel suddenly enlightened.

"Master Sang, what is the relationship between the Bailuomen you just mentioned and the Xie Yue Sect?"

"The inheritance of Xie Yue Sect is so vast that you can hardly imagine it.

The Bailuomen are the remnants of the Evil Moon Sect in southern Xinjiang and Siam, but their names are different from those in the Central Plains, but in fact they are all the same."

Unexpectedly, this golden-armored holy corpse has a relatively young background, so it seems that the night's work was not in vain.

Those bastards from the Xie Yue Sect are probably going to cry!

Ten years of hard work, but only half of it.

They also hooked up with two cultists, but the only drawback was that the leader, Zhong Xian, ran away.

In the dense forest in the distance, a pair of bloodshot eyes were watching everything that happened.

Zhong Xuan's face turned pale, and his fists clenched loudly.

"That's unreasonable, just wait for me..."

The wind rustled the treetops, and Zhong Pan's figure disappeared into the darkness.

The next day, the Baishi Town Detective Team issued an announcement.

Recently, three gangsters fled to Baishi Town and kidnapped a twin brother and sister last night.

Fortunately, a few kind-hearted villagers acted bravely and the Baishi Detective Team surrounded the three criminals in an abandoned winery in the eastern suburbs.

The three of them would rather die than surrender, and actually fought back against our detective team members.

The Baishi Detective Team was closely united and under the strict deployment of Captain Guo Xing, they launched a fierce battle with the three gangsters.

The detectives are brave and good at fighting, and are not afraid of bloodshed.

In the end, two gangsters were killed on the spot and the hostages were rescued..."

Looking at the notice posted on the wall, I was a little stunned.

There was such a big commotion last night, and two Evil Moon Demons died, so naturally some reasonable explanations had to be given.

"This copywriter can do it. His salary must be raised. He has a big brain and can fool people."

I squeezed out of the crowd with a banner in my hand and couldn't help but stretch.

"Don't take advantage of me and still behave well. It's already good to give you a banner."

Mr. Sang had a teasing smile on his face.

"Master Sang, what should we do next?"

"Big Head has already taken people to fish out the bones from the mud pit this morning. We need to help him find a new grave and arrange for his relocation as soon as possible."

I scratched my head, not really interested in such a complicated matter as relocation and burial.

"Master Sang, you see, I can't help you with this matter of fixing the grave and moving the grave.

I heard there is a big fair in town today. Look, I haven’t been out for a long time. Can you..."
To be continued...