Yang Zhi buried his head in the work, and he wiped the mud off his face with his hands. He handed the pile of almanacs he had accumulated to Kong Xuyang, and asked anxiously, "Brother Kong, these are what I just dug out. Can you take a look at what's going on?"

Kong Xuyang took the almanac and quickly browsed through it:

"…In the Gengzi year, Gengchen month, Guihai day, March 21st, the young and strong men of the family gathered together to worship their ancestors. They decided to join a group, to be known for their righteousness, to go on the road to fight against the evil spirits coming from all directions. The wives, daughters and parents shed tears beside the bridge, kneeling down to pray to the gods of heaven and earth to protect the men of Yinshan Village and return home safely…"

"In the Gengzi year, the Xinsi month, the Xinchou day, the first day of the fifth month, news of war came from the capital. The rumble of cannons and the piercing of gunfire could be heard even a hundred miles away. The family members at home were all worried and prayed day and night in the ancestral halls and temples..."

"On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, the Dragon Boat Festival, no women make rice dumplings, no old men are happy, and no children play. They all sit at the entrance of the village with sad faces, waiting for someone to return home.

This man's name was Wang Wu, he was thirty-eight years old, he had one son and two daughters, he was a kind man, he would help his neighbors harvest wheat during the busy farming season, his wife cried in front of the corpse, her hands trembling and she couldn't speak, when she uncovered the white cloth she saw a body with incomplete flesh and bones, without a right hand or right foot, she said it was blown to pieces by the evil spirits' firearms and couldn't be collected.

"Wang Wu, his son and two daughters shook the body and called out to him in confusion, but Wang Wu did not respond."

"…On the eighth day of the fifth month, the bodies were brought back, their faces covered with white cloth, and placed on wooden frames at the entrance of the village. The villagers stood in front of the bodies, silent. No one stepped forward to remove the cloth to identify the bodies. They all covered their faces and cried. After a few hours, Zhang, an old man from the village, stepped forward and removed the cloth with shaking hands. He cried loudly, repeatedly calling out his nickname, with tears flowing uncontrollably, and fainted in front of the bodies…"

…

"On May 23, all the young and strong men in Yinshan Village returned, and no one survived."

"On the 27th day of the fifth month, it is appropriate to start the groundwork, travel, bury, and return home. Most of the young and strong corpses are incomplete, so according to custom, they are not buried in the ancestral tomb. They are buried at the foot of the opposite mountain. The bereaved woman holds the tablet, the children cry in front of them, and the parents carry the coffin on both sides. They keep vigil for 49 days. Although they are not buried in the ancestral tomb, they are buried with great ceremony and honor."

…

"On July 20, all the righteous men died. The foreign devils were rampant and went to the capital without any hindrance. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. The fire and smoke made Yinshan Village vaguely visible."

"The imperial court has done nothing and has allowed the devils to devour people. Within three days, they will surrender."

"On the seventh day of the ninth month, there were rumors in the capital that the court was discussing matters with the foreign devils. To show their sincerity in discussing matters, they handed over the villages where the people involved and their relatives lived to the evil devils, allowing them to slaughter, rape, and rob and station. They tacitly agreed that they could continue to move inward, ceded territory, and punished the rioters to show their sincerity."

"Only women, children, the elderly and the weak were left in Yinshan Village, and they had no power to resist. In their grief, they would rather die than surrender. In order not to be humiliated, the young and strong widows all jumped off the bridge to follow their husbands, holding umbrellas and dying with their eyes open."

"I'd rather be a fierce ghost under the bridge than a slutty woman in front of the hall."

…

"What the hell is this?!" Kong Xuyang was getting angrier and angrier. "It has nothing to do with that Taoist zombie. What else is there?"

Yang Zhi stole a glance at the increasing number of ghosts blocked outside the zombies. He couldn't help but tremble and his face turned pale. He didn't even dare to shake his head too obviously at Kong Xuyang, for fear of angering him: "No, no more."

"If there's nothing left, why don't you dig it out quickly!" Kong Xuyang kicked Yang Zhi on the head, his face flushed with anger.

Mu Sicheng, who was standing next to him, watched this scene and couldn't help but sneer sarcastically: "Only idiots would take their anger out on their teammates."

Kong Xuyang's temples jumped, and he walked over and raised his hand to stab Mu Sicheng, but halfway through, he saw the fangs at the corner of Mu Sicheng's mouth and stopped.

Mu Sicheng has now been poisoned by corpse poison and turned into a zombie. If he walks over and Mu Sicheng bites him to death, he will be the one who suffers.

His energy was almost exhausted now, and he could no longer manipulate the zombies guarding Mu Sicheng to bite him to death. He could only let the zombies watch over Mu Sicheng...

And if the zombie fails to kill Mu Sicheng with one bite, and Mu Sicheng's spirit value drops below 20 but he is not dead, even more troublesome things will happen.

Prioritize things, don’t waste your energy, check the almanac first!

Kong Xuyang paused for a moment with his raised hand. He took a deep breath, then put his hand down vigorously. He turned around, put the calendars on his waist, squatted down, and continued digging the grave with Yang Zhi.

Mu Sicheng looked at the yellow calendar on Kong Xuyang's waist. The monkey's paws that were twisted behind the zombie's back moved, and he slowly let out a long breath.

Just now he tried to provoke Kong Xuyang to come over and steal the almanac on his waist, but he didn't expect that Kong Xuyang, the idiot, would have come to his senses at this time and would not even look at him no matter how he shouted.

Mu Sicheng glanced darkly at the copper and iron walls surrounded by zombies. Although they were shaking slightly under the siege of ghosts, it still seemed that they could not be shaken in a short time.

Kong Xuyang was right. The trump card he had hidden would last until he found all the almanacs.

If the Huang Li holds the key to the game as Bai Liu said, then doesn't that mean Kong Xuyang really won as he said?

Moreover, Bai Liu and these ghosts are all outside the wall, and it is unknown how long Bai Liu can hold on...

The fangs on Mu Sicheng's mouth grew longer and longer, his face turned a green color close to that of a corpse, his breathing became rapid, and he estimated the distance between him and Kong Xuyang.

He can fill this distance with one burst, which means he can suddenly burst over to launch a surprise attack, steal the almanac on Kong Xuyang's waist and throw it outside the zombie wall.

But if he forced his way forward, the zombie behind Mu Sicheng would definitely attack him again, and Kong Xuyang would also be furious and would definitely kill him. Under the double attack of the zombie and Kong Xuyang, Mu Sicheng felt that he would not be able to hold on for long and would die.

...I just don't know if Bai Liu can decipher this thing in time, find out the secret of the Taoist zombie, and then come to save him.

With so many steps involved, it's obvious that he won't be able to coordinate in time, and if he forces it, he'll probably end up in trouble.

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath——

But for some reason, when he thought that the person outside was Bai Liu, no matter how outrageous the operation was, he still felt that it was okay -

——Take a gamble!

Mu Sicheng stared at the almanac on Kong Xuyang's waist, took a deep breath, lowered his body, stretched out his right claw, rushed over and grabbed Kong Xuyang's waist hard. Almost at the same time, the zombie behind him followed closely, its body swaying to leave an afterimage, and opened its mouth wide to bite Mu Sicheng's back hard.

Kong Xuyang's reaction was also very fast. Before the anger appeared in his eyes, he turned the short knife in his hand around, blocked it at his waist and swung it outward, deflecting Mu Sicheng's outstretched claw.

But what Kong Xuyang didn't expect was that Mu Sicheng didn't turn over to block the zombies behind him as he expected, but ignored it, grabbed Kong Xuyang's dagger with his right claw and pulled Kong Xuyang forward.

In the stunned and unprepared eyes of Kong Xuyang, Mu Sicheng was bitten fiercely by the zombie behind him, and then he used his left hand to hook the almanac from Kong Xuyang's waist, and also took away the almanac that Yang Zhigang had thrown out from the grave before he could react, and crumpled it into a ball and threw it out, shouting: "Bai Liu, the almanac is out!"

The zombie behind Mu Sicheng bit him tightly and refused to let go. He choked up a mouthful of black blood.

The zombie's poison continuously injected into Mu Sicheng's body from the place where he was bitten by the zombie, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Mu Sicheng prostrated himself on the ground with his hands, gasping for breath with a foul stench. His eyes were black, his fangs were almost reaching his jaw, and a blood-thirsty roar came from his throat.

Kong Xuyang watched with disdain as the almanac he had collected with great effort was thrown away by Mu Sicheng. He was so angry that every muscle on his face trembled uncontrollably. He was no longer calm this time. He raised the dagger and was about to stab it into Mu Sicheng's heart: "Mu Sicheng——!!"

The tip of the dagger stabbed Mu Sicheng's back, but it was like stabbing into some tough animal leather, unable to go any further and even curled up.

Kong Xuyang paused and his expression suddenly changed.

Oh no!

After being bitten twice in a row, Mu Sicheng's spirit value dropped below 20!

[System warning: Player Mu Sicheng's spirit value has dropped to 17, and the panel has entered a frenzy state! ]

Mu Sicheng slowly raised his scarlet eyes, tilted his head, moved his shoulders a few times and rubbed his fists, then stood up with the zombie still biting him on its back. He shook his two monkey paws that were getting longer and longer, looked down at Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi who were retreating continuously, and slowly raised his eyebrows:

"No wonder Bai Liu left me here and didn't rush to rescue me."

"So this game has this kind of frenzy setting." Mu Sicheng stuck out his tongue to lick the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickering with red light, and he smiled wickedly, "It's really interesting, I like it."

Kong Xuyang's voice was sharp and piercing. He clenched his hand and said, "Zombies, come back! Protect me!"

The zombie wall surrounding them quickly shrank inwards and surrounded Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi.

The zombie walls were being attacked by Mu Sicheng while shrinking. They were barely halfway shrunk. The size was already much bigger than before. Kong Xuyang's face turned pale. He had no energy left. He used talismans to control the zombies to resist. He coughed up blood and urged Yang Zhi weakly: "Hurry up, dig!"

Yang Zhiqiang forced himself not to look outside and focused on digging the grave. His eyes were red, his breathing was rapid, and he used force with his hands, digging quickly under the pressure of the desire to survive.

There is no point in doing anything now, the only way to end the game quickly is to dig a grave!

Yang Zhiqiang calmed himself down, swung his arms left and right, and dug two graves at the same time. As a result, when he was halfway through digging the two graves, Yang Zhi noticed something was wrong.

The burial objects in the tomb included various incomplete but exquisite ancient gold and silver jewelry and Chinese porcelain. In the middle was a lambskin diary of excellent specifications. It was not an almanac, and the diary was not written in calligraphy, but in English letters.

Yang Zhi dug a few more times with doubt in his heart, and found a western-style hexagonal coffin. He opened the lid of the coffin and took a look inside the grave. He screamed in shock, sat down on the ground, stepped back a few steps, pointed at the coffin with a shaking hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Kong, Brother Kong, look at the person in the coffin..."

Kong Xuyang followed Yang Zhi's finger, subconsciously looked inside the coffin, and froze.

Inside the coffin lay two corpses dressed in Western clothes. They wore Western clothes on the outside and Taoist robes on the inside. They looked neither male nor female, neither east nor west. This outfit was strange enough, but what was even stranger was their faces.

The faces of these two corpses are exactly the same as Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.

Yang Zhi stepped back in fear, his voice tinged with tears: "Brother Kong, what's going on?! How come there are corpses here that look like us!"

Kong Xuyang stared at the two corpses motionlessly as if in a nightmare. His face turned pale for a while, and he muttered to himself:

"The tomb robber who stole things from Yinshan Village a hundred years later, the fake foreign devil who robbed things from Yinshan Village a hundred years ago..."

"If the Taoist priests of Maoshan's evil magic are in Shouyinshan Village, then the righteous sorcerers of Maoshan should be..."

In a flash, everything connected in Kong Xuyang's mind. He suddenly opened the Maoshan Taoist book that he had stolen from behind the temple. He read it from beginning to end but did not see any notes. Then Kong Xuyang seemed to suddenly think of something, folded the book, stood it up and looked to the side.

On the side pages it is written in English:

[On April 17, 1901, we specially invited two masters to help us use righteous magic to break through Yinshan Village, and we will reward them generously afterwards].