The family members were quite surprised to see this.

"Isn't this just an ordinary 'talisman bullet'?!"

"This is really difficult... It seems we'll have to find a place with heavy yin energy to raise your corpses for now!"

While muttering to himself, the "family member" took out a bottle of foul-smelling corpse oil and drew a circle around the three corpses, leaving no gaps.

After the corpse oil was poured on, the ants and mole worms that were feeding on the corpse died instantly.

Other snakes, insects, and rodents in the vicinity also "panicked" and ran out of their hiding places, instinctively fleeing into the distance.

Only after doing all this did the family members feel relieved and leave, walking quickly towards the town.

Although the death row inmates' "family members" were on foot, they moved quite quickly and reached the edge of the town in no time.

He gazed at the high walls, electric fences, and heavily guarded prison from afar for a while, then began to mutter to himself.

"The prison is set up with a 'White Tiger Breaking Evil Formation,' and this town is located directly opposite the 'White Tiger Opening its Mouth' position."

"If there's a corpse-raising site nearby, it must be in the town."

"It's a pity that we, the 'Thirteen Sects of Gu Suppression,' are not proficient in feng shui secrets, otherwise it would have been much easier to find us..."

The town is not big, but it is definitely not small either.

In addition, with many people around during the day, the "family members" dared not be too blatant.

So, after walking around and stopping intermittently, they still hadn't found the so-called "corpse-raising site" by the time it got dark.

Looking at the still bustling town, the "family members" decided to find a place to eat and rest first, and then go out to continue the search in the middle of the night.

After all, that was when the yang energy was at its weakest, and it was also the easiest time to find "extremely yin places".

Whether there's much to say or little to say, when the night is dark and the wind is high, the small town, which has been busy all day, finally falls completely quiet.

Even the drunkards had long since gone home to sleep.

The deserted streets were devoid of pedestrians, with only the cold night wind whipping up scraps of paper, plastic bags, and other debris.

So much so that the "family member" walked alone in the middle of the road, looking extremely desolate.

This time, the "family members" didn't wander around aimlessly like headless flies, unlike during the day.

Instead, he took out an unconscious bat from the cloth bag at his waist, poured a drop of corpse oil onto his finger, pried open the bat's mouth, and smeared it on the skin.

The bats, which were originally unconscious, immediately "came back to life" after licking the corpse oil.

It circled once in the air with its scarlet eyes, then flapped its fleshy wings and flew off in one direction.

Seeing this, the "family member" put his fingers, which were stained with corpse oil, in his mouth and sucked on them while quickly following.

However, they hadn't walked far, just a few turns in the alley, when they saw a group of people dressed in mourning clothes walking towards them from the opposite direction.

The leaders carried brooms, chains, willow branches, and other items, sweeping the road as they slowly moved forward.

At the same time, he kept saying, "You can go in peace, don't worry about home."

"If you're lacking anything down there, just send us a message in our dreams..."

As a sorcerer, the "family member" immediately realized that they had encountered the "seventh-day memorial service" to send off the soul of the deceased.

While cursing his bad luck, he hid himself in the shadows.

Sweeping the night is a custom that young people today may not have heard of.

This means that on the seventh day after a person's death, in the early morning of the first seven days, the deceased's family members need to take iron chains, brooms, and willow branches and start sweeping the road along the funeral procession route until they reach the burial site.

There are two purposes for doing this.

Firstly, it's to see them off, since the seventh day after death is also called the night of the soul's return.

This serves as a reminder to the deceased that they are dead and should not linger in the mortal world, nor should they stay at home indefinitely.

This would create a clash between yin and yang, which is bad for both the living and the dead.

Secondly, it serves as an escort, ensuring the deceased arrives safely at their final resting place.

To avoid any unexpected events on the road, or being bullied by wandering ghosts.

It is considered very inauspicious for anyone to come from the opposite side during the night sweeping ritual, as it is believed to be bad for both the deceased, who is believed to be returning to life that night, and the person coming from the opposite direction.

That's why they chose to avoid the "family members" of the corpse-raising site in their eagerness to find them.

Even if he is a sorcerer, it doesn't mean he enjoys being haunted by ghosts for no reason.

Unfortunately, many things cannot be avoided simply by trying to escape them...

Just as the sorcerer watched the night-sweeping team leave and was about to emerge from the shadows to continue chasing the bats, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively shivered.

Even a dense layer of goosebumps would instantly appear all over the body.

The sorcerer was an expert and immediately realized that he had been cursed—he was haunted by the spirits of the dead that the night-sweeping team had just sent over!

While cursing his bad luck under his breath, he pretended to be nonchalant and continued walking forward.

As he walked, he pulled out a handful of ashes from his waist and scattered them discreetly on the road.

After walking more than ten meters, the sorcerer secretly looked behind him while bending down to tie his shoelaces.

Sure enough, a line of footprints appeared on the freshly scattered ashes.

The sorcerer couldn't help but sneer, "Hmph, just because I don't want trouble doesn't mean I'm afraid of you, you new soul!"

"Since you're courting death, then come along!"

After saying this, he suddenly quickened his pace and led the ghosts behind him toward a secluded place.

Even the search for a place to raise corpses was temporarily put aside.

After walking a hundred meters or so away from the residential area, the sorcerer suddenly stopped.

He quickly turned around and threw the remaining ashes in his hand forward.

Amidst the billowing ashes, a blurry figure indeed appeared—the new soul that had followed them.

The sorcerer sneered even more: "You have a path to heaven but choose not to, you've come to hell by default!"

"Since that's the case, then we'll take you back and train you in the 'Fierce Ghost Spell'!"

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