123: I can't get it?

"Come here," the young man beckoned to Zhu Hongying.

Zhu Hongying dared not show any disrespect and obediently walked up to the young man.

She completely lacked the imposing demeanor of the former Hall Master of the Vermilion Bird Hall, looking no different from a timid young wife.

"Open your mouth and eat it."

The young man placed a dark purple Medicinal Pill into Zhu Hongying's hand and watched her silently.

Sweat beaded on Zhu Hongying's forehead; the Medicinal Pill looked like nothing good.

"This..."

"This Medicinal Pill is called Corpse Transformation Pill. All Ghost Corpse Monastery Disciples must take it after entering the sect."

The young man saw Zhu Hongying's apprehension and explained the Medicinal Pill's effects.

"Without the aid of this Medicinal Pill, it would be absolutely impossible for you to step onto the path of Corpse Dao."

After speaking, the young man poked the Corpse Transformation Pill in Zhu Hongying's palm.

"After taking this Medicinal Pill, you will need to come to me every month to receive a Corpse Transformation Pill for five years."

"Once you stop taking the Corpse Transformation Pill, not only will your cultivation turn into a bubble, but you yourself will also become a mindless zombie."

"Do you see those zombies we use?"

Saying this, the young man pointed to several coffins in the room.

"Those are disobedient Disciples. They took Corpse Transformation Pills for many years, and the zombies made from them are of excellent quality."

"I don't want you to become one of them."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Zhu Hongying bit the bullet and threw the dark purple Medicinal Pill into her mouth.

She had no other choice now, only taking the Medicinal Pill or death.

Feeling the Medicinal Pill enter her stomach, Zhu Hongying knew that she could never escape the control of Ghost Corpse Temple.

Just yesterday, Zhu Hongying successfully escaped the radiation range of Qiyang City and found a long-abandoned hunter's cabin.

But before she could rest for long, several zombies descended from the sky, gave her a good beating, and brought her here.

She knew these people were Disciples of Ghost Corpse Temple and dared not resist at all.

How could a mere Mortal martial artist be an opponent to a Cultivator?

And so, she was in her current state.

Fortunately, Zhu Hongying had hidden the soul hook hairpin, otherwise, let alone revenge, her life would probably not have been saved.

"Very good." The young man nodded in satisfaction, grabbed Zhu Hongying's wrist, and helped her quickly absorb the medicinal power of the Corpse Transformation Pill within her body.

"Revenge will begin very soon. Tomorrow, I will go to Qiyang City to set up the Blood Sacrifice Array."

"I know what you want to say."

Zhu Hongying was about to say something but was interrupted by the young man.

"That Chen Heng is not worth worrying about; he's just a small Mortal martial artist."

"Moreover, those few Elders of the Wutong Sect with 'Qi' in their names were never core figures, so their deaths are normal."

"You just need to remember, after I help you get revenge, hand the soul hook hairpin over to me."

"Understood?"

The young man pinched Zhu Hongying's cheek, a sinister smile spreading across his lips.

"I understand." Zhu Hongying replied obediently, standing quietly to the side.

"Master, not only do you want the things in the Hundred Corpse Tomb, I want them too."

"Then let's see whose methods are superior."

The young man's eyes became sinister and sharp.

He had secretly read his Master's notes, which clearly stated what was in the Hundred Corpse Tomb.

That was an opportunity to become a God; how could he let it go!

Moreover, the three keys to the Hundred Corpse Tomb were not in his Master's hands, which was his excellent opportunity.

"Thanks to Junior Brother Cool Daoist, otherwise the soul suppressing bell would definitely be in Master's hands."

The soul suppressing bell in Cool Daoist's hand was originally obtained from an antique shop in the Jade Fan Kingdom.

That good-for-nothing didn't even know the true purpose of the soul suppressing bell, only using it as a Magical Artifact.

It was just a pity that he had underestimated Chen Heng back then, only sending a Corpse Slave to snatch the soul suppressing bell, otherwise that treasure would be in his hands now.

However, this could also be considered a good thing; once his Master found out, he would definitely not be able to keep the soul suppressing bell.

"You stay here and don't wander off. Someone will naturally come for you when the matter is over."

"I'm sure you won't wander off, after all, you have already joined my Ghost Corpse Temple."

Zhu Hongying said nothing, silently standing still.

"Junior Brother Yuan, let's go to Qiyang City to set up the great array."

The young man got up and left the room, taking a Ghost Corpse Monastery Disciple with him.

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Five Spirits Gang Headquarters, main hall.

Gou Longxun enthusiastically held Bai Jun's hand, continuously trying to get closer.

"Little friend Bai Jun, if it weren't for my lack of talent for cultivation back then, perhaps the two of us would be Senior and Junior Brothers."

"Oh, oh."

Bai Jun was about the same age as Chen Heng, grew up in the True Immortal Sect, and then stayed alone on the mountain for four years. He had never met such an enthusiastic person.

For a moment, he was a little flustered.

"Little friend Bai Jun, no need to be nervous. You and I, this old man, don't have much to talk about, but I have a young talent in my gang; you two should be able to get along."

Seeing Bai Jun a little awkward, Gou Longxun stopped trying to get close.

"Xiao Qi, where's Chen Heng?"

After arranging for Bai Jun to drink tea to the side, Gou Longxun quickly walked to Qi Longhu's side and asked.

"I don't know, I sent someone to call him."

Qi Longhu was also a little anxious. The two of them combined were almost two hundred and fifty years old, and they had no common language with Bai Jun.

"Gang Leader, is this child really a Cultivator?"

Qi Longhu looked at Bai Jun, who was continuously devouring pastries on the side, and couldn't help but ask.

"And he looks a little younger than Chen Heng. Can he deal with the Ghost Corpse Temple?"

"We can't send someone to their death."

"Never underestimate a Cultivator." Gou Longxun's eyes instantly became serious.

"Don't look at his young age; if he truly is a Cultivator, our entire Five Spirits Gang is no match for him."

"Hmm, Chen Heng doesn't count as a person."

"As for the Ghost Corpse Temple..."

Gou Longxun sighed, shaking his head with some helplessness.

"Do what you can and leave the rest to fate."

"If you can defend it, defend it. If not, take the people and run to Heming City."

"That should be the safest place besides Zhenxi City."

"Gang Leader..." Qi Longhu's heart sank. It seemed the Gang Leader himself was not confident about defending Qiyang City.

"Don't worry, we still have Chen Heng..."

Before Qi Longhu could finish his sentence, Chen Heng's loud voice rang out at the entrance of the main hall.

"Gang Leader, you called for me?"

Chen Heng strode in, glanced at Bai Jun, who was wildly devouring pastries, and then walked to Gou Longxun's side.

"Chen Heng, come here, I have something to tell you..."

Gou Longxun's eyes lit up, and he waved at Chen Heng.

Chen Heng was originally quite curious about who this so-called 'Immortal' truly was, only to find out he was just a glutton.

"Gang Leader, tell me."

Chen Heng leaned closer to Gou Longxun.

"We two old men don't have much to say to him. Later, you take him out to play."

"And test his mettle, but don't be too harsh..."