As the cinnabar melted in the rain, the corpse seemed to begin to sense Zhao Youliang's location.

Sniffing the air, it slowly turned around.

The soaking wet man and dog were both terrified, trembling and covering each other's mouths.

At this critical moment, a small dark figure suddenly darted in through the window.

It was the little mouse that Zhao Youliang had rescued that night.

The little mouse darted onto Zhao Youliang's shoulder, bit off a lock of his hair, and swallowed it.

Then it scurried to the shattered window and kept squeaking at the corpse.

The carcass seemed to have finally found its target, and with a muffled roar, it pounced on the little mouse.

Fortunately, the little mouse reacted quickly and carried the fleshy corpse that had broken through the wall straight out of the town.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the thunder and rain.

Even with the continuous lightning, not a single glimpse of his back could be seen anymore...

A moment later, the man and dog, who had been in shock, finally came to their senses.

They then disgustedly pulled their "hands" out of each other's mouths.

Zhao Youliang: "Dog, Brother Dog, wasn't it 'Little Dumpling' who saved us just now?!"

Little Dumpling is the name Zhao Youliang gave to the little mouse.

It was unclear whether the big yellow dog understood Zhao Youliang's words; it just stared with its dog eyes at the direction where the corpse had disappeared.

"It really was the little dumplings that saved us..." Zhao Youliang muttered to himself as he wiped the rain off his face.

"But...but he's so small, he couldn't possibly have fought that monster...No, I have to go help Little Dumpling!"

Despite his many flaws, Zhao Youliang is a grateful and passionate young man.

He would never do something like asking someone else to "take a knife for him," even if that "someone else" is just a little mouse!

"Damn it, I don't believe you're invulnerable!"

As he spoke, Zhao Youliang ran into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and then chased after the little mouse in the direction it had run through the thunder and rain.

As she ran, she shouted, "Little Dumpling, where are you? Come back quickly!"

"Let's fight those bad guys together, you two brothers!!"

Seeing Zhao Youliang rushing out, the big yellow dog actually showed a hesitant look in its eyes.

And just like a person contemplating things, he kept pacing back and forth in the room.

After going back and forth several times, the big yellow dog seemed to finally make up its mind. It wagged its bald tail and ran to the front hall of the shop, where it kept kowtowing to the two effigies being worshipped.

The dog's head spurted blood violently from the impact.

While kowtowing, it kept whimpering, as if begging for something.

Unfortunately, the puppet did not react at all, remaining standing still in a strange manner, with the eerie smile still on its face.

Gusts of wind, mixed with cold rain, poured in through the broken door, making the paper figures rustle and their clothes flutter.

The yellow cloth covering the altar where the figurines were placed was blown up...

The thunder roared even louder, and lightning struck down almost continuously.

If anyone were in the shop at that moment, they would have seen that the yellow cloth being blown up was covered with densely packed Taoist runes.

Moreover, what was covered was not an incense table at all, but a pitch-black coffin.

The coffin was not only covered with a dense array of blood-red nails, but also tightly bound with rings of golden silk threads.

At each of the four corners, there is a tiger-shaped "soul-suppressing" decoration, with the tiger's mouths facing each other inwards.

......

After a moment, seeing that his "pleasing had been in vain," the big yellow dog simply stood up, wagging its shriveled rear end.

They also rushed into the pouring rain, barking wildly as they ran.

Even the loudest thunder couldn't completely drown out his shouts.

After the barking, the whole town was filled with barking, one after another, all responding to the big yellow dog.

As mentioned earlier, the big yellow dog has lived for so long, and its daily "entertainment" consists of biting people, stealing food from children, and abusing its mother.

So now, eight out of ten dogs in the town are his offspring.

Now that Grandpa is calling, the descendants naturally respond.

Not only did they respond, but the dogs that weren't leashed all rushed out of their yards, running wildly in the wind and rain after the big yellow dog.

Those chained up went berserk, desperately trying to break free.

Especially those kept indoors by their owners, they desperately try to push and bang on the door to get out.

The commotion was so great that the entire town seemed to wake up from its slumber instantly.

They scold their own dog for barking, and they scold their neighbor's dog for barking.

People were chasing the dog, comforting the dog... it was all a chaotic mess.

Yin and Yang wax and wane, complementing each other.

After the big yellow dog's antics, the awakened people caused the town's yang energy to surge.

As the yang energy rises, the wind and rain gradually cease.

A pale white head that was about to fly into the town was struck by this yang energy, and fell to the ground with a scream.

This human head was the flying head demon that the Onmyoji had created at the risk of backlash, using the head of his companion...

"how so?!"

The voice emanating from the pale-faced man was actually that of an Onmyoji.

However, before the "head" could react, an old voice came from behind him.

"Alas, you choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while you choose the path to hell but refuse to go."

"Outsider, you're asking for it!"

The head was shocked by what it heard and tried to fly up again, but it was firmly stomped on the ground by a big foot and stuck in the muddy rain.

The owner of the big feet was none other than Manager Sun of the coffin shop.

At this moment, Manager Sun was wearing a straw raincoat, holding an iron hammer in one hand and a coffin nail in the other.

He stood there in the midst of the raging wind and rain, his eyes coldly fixed on the "heads" at his feet.

The head struggled several times but couldn't fly up, so it quickly begged for mercy.

"Old man, we have no past grudges or recent enmity, why make things difficult for a junior like me!"

"Please, have mercy on me this time!"

Manager Sun didn't speak, but simply shook his head and squatted down.

Amidst the terrified gazes of the man, the coffin nails were placed on his head, and the hammer was raised high and then brought down heavily.

One, two, three...

"Ah!" A scream came from the severed head, but it was fortunately drowned out by the lingering thunder and the barking of dogs throughout the town.

"Spare me! Spare me!"

Despite the head's desperate struggles and pleas for mercy, Manager Sun remained unmoved.

Until the coffin nails were driven deep into the head, until the head was firmly nailed to the muddy, rainy ground...

Once the head was silent, leaving only faces filled with resentment and terror, Manager Sun put away the hammer and sat on the ground, panting.

A moment later, he got up again, carrying the severed head, and walked towards the paper-making shop.

When he arrived at the paper-making shop, the severed head in his hand was gone.

Even the hammer and coffin nails were put away.

Manager Sun stood there in the wind and rain, watching the paper-making shop with its door smashed open and walls knocked down.

In the end, I didn't dare to step inside, but only came to the edge of the broken wall.