Wang Jin's attention was drawn to the burlap sacks in the hands of the old man and the young man who had come later, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently.

"Put them down." As he spoke, Wang Jin's dagger was already pressed against Cao Ming's throat.

Cao Ming glared, "You bastard!"

Wang Jin smiled, the tip of the knife went into his throat, and blood immediately appeared.

"Subdue the demon!" Upon seeing the blood, the girl's expression changed. Her words became law, and the Sanskrit chant transformed into enormous golden characters that rained down on him. Wang Jin felt a sharp pain in his eyes and raised his hand to shield himself. His body was grabbed by an invisible force and thrown backward. Meanwhile, the hostage in his hands had already been carried on the back of a tall, strong man.

At this moment, the girl's eyes were indifferent and cold, as if Wang Jin was just a clown and not worth fearing.

The moment he landed, Wang Jin made a hand seal with his left hand and uttered a string of incomprehensible incantations. A strong stench wafted from the doorway.

"Holy crap, it stinks!" Dasheng covered his mouth and nose, he was the first to not be able to stand it.

Having an overly sensitive sense of smell isn't a good thing either.

Yuan Zhuan turned around and stuffed one-third of the muscle-regenerating pill into Cao Ming's mouth, scolding, "Consider yourself lucky to still be alive."

"You two go out first." This was said to Bai Jianqiang and Wu Tianqing.

It was confirmed that Wang Jin was not normal, and the two of them would only be a hindrance here.

The zombies cannot stray too far from their owners, otherwise they will easily become uncontrollable. Therefore, these zombies must be nearby and are on their way.

"What should we do with these two?" Yuan Sun shook the bag in his hand and then pointed to Sun Dasheng's sack.

"Break off their heads, put them in a box, and send them to the police station later." They're all missing persons, and the police station already has records. Sending them there is a way of helping Zeng Jing with her performance record. Well, call her a living saint!

Zeng Jing: Thank you, no need, I don't need it.

The first thing to do when dealing with a zombie is to behead it. Separating the head from the body essentially breaks the zombie curse.

These are all pitiful people.

"Yes." Yuan Sun had always been keenly aware of the boss's viciousness, and lit a candle for the brave policeman.

"Hehehe..." Wang Jin sat cross-legged, his mouth full of blood. When he grinned, he looked like a monster with a gaping maw. Under the cold white daylight, his skin appeared dark with a bluish-purple tinge, and his bloodshot eyes made him look extremely terrifying.

"Goodness, that's scary." Sun Dasheng leaned against Yuan Sun's back without any self-control.

Yuan Sun slapped his grandson on the back of the head and scolded, "Look at your cowardly, useless piece of trash!"

The old man and the young man carried the corpse away to deal with it. Yuan Zhuan made a hand seal with his left hand, and with a light turn of his fingers, the basement door slammed heavily against the corner of the wall. At this moment, all the zombies that Wang Jin had summoned arrived.

Yuan Zhuan stood with her back to the door, while behind her stood a dense mass of walking corpses of varying heights.

Sun Dasheng huddled in the corner, his face contorted as he stared at the ramrod-standing zombie. He wanted to run.

The most terrifying experiences in life are those that come after you've followed a powerful figure.

Yuan Sun couldn't bear to look at his disciple-grandson who was trembling like a leaf beside him.

Turning his head, Yuan Sun froze.

Where did all those zombies in the room come from?

As the zombies charged towards Yuan Zhuan, several handfuls of paper figures spilled from Yuan Zhuan's bag. He stepped out in the Seven Stars Stance, his hands forming hand seals, and Yin energy overflowed from his fingertips. "Swell! Go!"

The small paper figures that had fallen to the ground suddenly swelled up right before Wang Jin's eyes, transforming into faceless 'people'. They were all tall and strong, wielding paper knives, and charged towards his walking corpse.

The battle was silent, save for the thud of corpses colliding and chunks of flesh hitting the ground.

Every time a piece of flesh falls from the zombie, it's a fatal blow to its owner. Meanwhile, the girl who maintains and manipulates the paper doll with Yin energy stands behind the gate with a smile on her face, as if the paper doll being controlled by Yin energy isn't her at all, handling it with ease.

Such powerful magic! Such powerful control over Yin energy!

He's no match for him!

Wang Jin suppressed the metallic taste in his throat, already considering retreating.

Cao Ming's master, needless to say, is this one; he is indeed very strong.

Who exactly are you?

"Your great-aunt." Yuan Zhuan gave a forced smile.

Wang Jin stood up, his eyes wide open, staring directly at Yuan Zhuan, muttering something incoherently. Yuan Zhuan couldn't understand a word he heard, but all he could hear was something that made him feel irritable and agitated.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled the lock off the door and hurled it at Wang Jin.

The latter dodged to the side, then suddenly sprang up, emanating a gray-black mist that, carrying a foul stench, lunged at Yuan Zhuan.

Yuan Zhuan was so overwhelmed by the stench that he almost vomited on the spot. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a Thunderstorm Talisman, aiming it at Wang Jin's face. An invisible Yin Sha isolation array enveloped the Thunderstorm Talisman and Wang Jin, orchestrating a silent destruction.

As the fog dissipated, the 'corpse' from the explosion was revealed.

The ground was littered with debris and plant waste!

"Damn it! A double!" Yuan Zhuan exclaimed angrily.

Wang Jin is indeed quite capable; otherwise, he would have died at her hands today.

As Wang Jin left, the zombies behind him continued to have their flesh cut by a blunt knife. The rotting chunks of flesh on the ground quickly decomposed into liquid, emitting a foul stench that caused an old man and a young boy in the corner to gag repeatedly.

"Scatter!" Yuan Zhuan scoffed and withdrew his Yin Sha. The paper figures turned to ashes and scattered on the ground, while the walking corpses, which only had the will to bite and scratch, bumped into each other. Because they lost their target, their movements became sluggish.

As if they had smelled the presence of living people, the pale faces automatically scattered and lunged at the three people present.

"Damn it! You dare bite me? I'll kill you all!" Sun Dasheng drew his precious Miao sword from his back and slashed heads off one by one, while Yuan Sun rushed to the stairwell, grabbed the bag of zombies, and ran away.

"Grandmaster! Wait for me!" Sun Dasheng roared, tilting his head back, as he hacked away. "It stinks!"

Meanwhile, Yuan Zhuan had already used the dagger that had fallen to the ground to slice off one stinking, big head after another.

Seeing that the number of zombies had been reduced by more than half, suddenly, the zombies' movements slowed down, as if they had been summoned. They all turned around and ran up the stairs. However, the stairwell had already been blocked by the talisman array set up by Yuan Sun. Then, like cutting a melon, their heads were separated from their bodies.

Wang Jin, who was hiding in a nearby building, suddenly stopped chanting, and the faint connections deep in his soul completely collapsed.

Wang Jin let out a sharp roar, his eyes turned red and black, and black evil energy rose from his body, seeping into the leather sofa back, rotting the leather and becoming indistinguishable from strong acid.

Wang Jin raised his hand to cover the broken part of his sternum, trembling with hatred.

He brought out half of his walking corpses in order to bring back all the people who saved Cao Ming for sacrificial purposes, but he was unexpectedly killed instead, suffering heavy losses.

To create these zombies, not counting the poisons and effort he used, he spent several years in the process. He stayed in that resource-poor place, a place where people could freeze to death, all for these results.

However, half of his hard work was destroyed overnight! None of it was used for what he had planned!

His heart was bleeding with heartache.

That brat! Once his magic is perfected, he'll turn her into a little devil first!!

Zeng Jing never expected to receive a private call from Yuan Zhuan.

"Little benefactor, how did you know my extension number?" "Little benefactor" was Zeng Jing's special nickname for Yuan Zhuan, a playful way to get closer to him.

"Come over to No. 28 Yanfan Road, second basement level. Bring plenty of body bags, at least thirty."

"What?!" Zeng Jing suddenly stood up, his leg hitting the corner of the table, making him grimace and hiss in pain.

"No. 28 Yanfan Road, second basement floor." After repeating the address, Yuan Zhuan hung up.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Xiao Gu, who was now Zeng Jing's team member, saw his captain hang up the phone and start frantically packing his things as if he was about to leave, so he quickly stood up.

Since being assigned here, he hasn't been on any major missions; it's always been trivial matters.

Judging from the captain's current state, it seems like this is no small matter.

There's a big case, and he has to be involved.

"Xiao Gu, you're here. Come with me." Zeng Jing seemed to only realize that Xiao Gu was there when he heard Xiao Gu's voice.

After thinking it over, Zeng Jing found two more team members to take with him.

Since that person said there was a case, it shouldn't be a big problem. So, let's take more people and go check it out first.

As for the body bag, it's not too late to notify the forensic doctor after confirming it at the scene.

only……

There is always a significant gap between imagination and reality.

When Zeng Jing found the basement according to the address, holding the gun butt in his hand, he kicked open the door, and a stench hit him from the stairwell. Even with his experience, Zeng Jing immediately turned around and vomited.

As for Xiao Gu, he had already hidden himself by the wall and vomited.

It stinks terribly!!

Whether the girl left the light on intentionally or not, so that they could see the situation in the stairwell clearly, the brightly lit stairwell, filled with bits of rotten flesh and black bloodstains, was unintentionally irritating to the visual senses.

"Xiao Gu... ugh... you... ugh..." Zeng Jing covered his mouth and nose; he probably wouldn't want to eat meat for a year.

"Captain, I've already notified the forensic team. They'll be coming with their tools. I also told them to bring extra body bags, there are quite a few bodies, hehe." A clear, energetic voice rang straight into Zeng Jing's ears.

Zeng Jing exited the stairwell, turned to look at the person who had spoken, and met a pair of clear, puppy-dog eyes. "It's you. What are you doing here with us?" Zhai Xinliang, a new intern, was currently a student assigned from the police academy. Rumor had it that he had strong connections and background, and even the deputy director treated him very well.

"You saw inside?" Zeng Jing, who was vomiting and felt weak all over, gasped for breath and glanced at Zhai Xinliang, who had no reaction at all, with a sense of novelty.

“I did look at it. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have called the evidence collection department and the forensic team.” Zhai Xinliang laughed, revealing his sharp little tiger teeth. If it weren’t for the dismemberment site, this bright smile would have been perfectly normal.

Zeng Jing: ...

Didn't you find it disgusting?

Seemingly understanding the meaning in Zeng Jing's eyes, Zhai Xinliang said, "Captain, I'm minoring in forensic medicine, and I'm already at the thesis stage. I know all the cadavers at the school, and I see them almost every day."

Zeng Jing: ...

I see this every single day, damn it!

Are kids these days all so abnormal?

After a break, a cordon was set up at the scene, and the surrounding crowd was drawn to the situation, lingering and watching.

"Has a murder occurred? My God, my brother's family lives in this building. It's over, the house won't sell. We just bought it. What bad luck..." If the older brother's voice hadn't been joking, the aunt next to him might not have rolled her eyes at him.

"Look, another police car is here. This is the third one already, and there's even a funeral home one. Oh dear, what major incident has happened? A family massacre?"

"My God, what are all those bags and bags of stuff? Good heavens, are those body parts? A dismemberment case! Was it a crime of passion? This is horrible..."

"A sack! Look! A sack! There must be a corpse inside..."

After cleaning the scene, securing evidence, and moving the body, Zeng Jing had been busy for five or six hours. When he returned to the station, he was almost paralyzed, both physically and mentally. Meanwhile, the new intern was enthusiastically following the forensic department, moving small pieces of evidence like an unkillable cockroach.

"Young people are indeed full of energy." Xiao Gu glanced at Zeng Jing and remarked with feeling.

Zeng Jing rolled his eyes. "You've only been out of university for two years." If 25 is considered old, then he's almost 30. Shouldn't he be saving up for his funeral? Going back to retire?

"Hehe, I just think this kid is full of energy, he must really like this job, I just don't know how long he can keep it up." He was like this when he first came, running around with great energy, but there were too few cases in the station, and he had always been in administration before. While others went out on patrol, he could only watch enviously. He was so envious. It was really hard to get transferred to the Tenth Street Police Station and it took a lot of effort to get into Zeng Jing's team.

"Alright, you get on with the materials. Otherwise, when someone from above comes to coordinate, you'll just have to make excuses."

"oh oh."

Conversation killer.

Zeng Jing retrieved his mobile phone from his pocket, went outside, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself before daring to dial the number.

The pieces of flesh at the scene didn't look like someone who had just died, and the corpses scattered all over the floor were so rotten they were infested with maggots. How did they get into this basement, and why are they scattered all over the floor? These are all questions.

I just overheard the forensic experts whispering that these corpses had been decomposing for at least two or three months, but why were their joints still soft and movable? It's really weird.

Those of them in this line of work occasionally encounter strange things, but something like this happening in broad daylight is rare. No need to guess, it must have happened last night; otherwise, someone would have called the police yesterday.

After all, the stench was so strong that the clothes were unwearable without treatment, so the first thing he did when he got back to the station was to wash his hands and change his clothes.

Yuan's security.

Yuan Zhuan looked at the unconscious Cao Ming in front of him, then glanced at the vibrating mobile phone, got up and went out to answer it.

"What's up?"

Yuan Zhuan's indifferent voice came from the phone. Zeng Jing was stunned and didn't know what to ask for a moment.

There was breathing on the other end of the phone, but no sound. "You want to ask about the basement?"

Zeng Jingqing cleared his throat, just about to speak, when he heard from inside: "Wang Jin did it. He learned some evil magic from somewhere. Those are corpses that have been dead for a long time. Some of them should be missing persons from our area. You can focus on comparing them with the information on missing persons."