The four men quickly took out a rope as thick as an arm and wrapped it around the golden coffin.
Daoist Qianhe grabbed both ends of the rope, flipped over and jumped onto the coffin, forcefully tied the two ends of the rope together, and pulled desperately.
“Peng…”
With a loud crash, the ink net snapped completely, and the rope binding the golden coffin slipped from Qianhe Daoren's hands. Qianhe Daoren, who was sitting on the coffin lid, fell to the ground, and the lid of the golden coffin crashed down on him.
"Ah..." Daoist Qianhe screamed as the golden coffin lid fell between his legs.
"Master." Daoist Qianhe's disciple quickly stepped forward, trying to lift the lid of the golden coffin. Just then, from inside the lidless golden coffin, a corpse dressed in the official robes of a prince floated up.
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"Ah..." The screams echoed from afar, resounding through the night sky.
"It seems quite lively down there." Wang Han, flying in the sky, looked down towards the source of the screams.
Outside a tent, Master Qianhe was gripped tightly by a zombie that emerged from a golden coffin. The zombie's sharp nails dug deep into his flesh, and its fangs had pierced the blood vessels in his neck, sucking the blood from his body.
"Help!" Manager Wu cried out as he watched the last Daoist Qianhe being bitten on the neck by a zombie, and then carried the little prince away into the distance.
"The zombie, the person being kissed so passionately by the zombie seems to be Qianhe Daoren, the junior brother of Four Eyes. After all, he is the junior brother of Uncle Nine and Four Eyes, we can't just stand by and watch him die." After seeing the situation below clearly, Wang Han quickly descended from the sky carrying the tiger spirit.
"A zombie." After landing, the tiger spirit looked at the zombie that was sucking the blood of Daoist Qianhe in surprise, and couldn't help but feel a little scared. The zombie's corpse poison was not something that a small tiger spirit like it could withstand.
"A little zombie." Wang Han said disdainfully, looking at the somewhat fearful tiger spirit. He reached out from behind the zombie, grabbed its mouth, and forcefully pried open the zombie's mouth that was biting Qianhe Daoren. With his other hand, he elbowed the zombie in the waist, bending its back. The tiger spirit's claws, which had been gripping Qianhe Daoren, were also released.
Freed from the zombie's claws, Daoist Qianhe immediately retreated, finally able to catch his breath.
After releasing Master Qianhe, the zombie immediately turned around and tried to retaliate against Wang Han.
Before the zombie could even react, Wang Han's hand, which was pinching its mouth, slid down to grab the zombie's neck, lifted it up, and slammed it to the ground.
"boom……"
Wang Han's move caused the ground to shake three times, and the zombie's head was pressed directly to the ground.
Wang Han didn't stop there. He grabbed the zombie by the collar and threw it into the air. Then he punched the zombie on the head, making the free-falling zombie spin three times in the air. When it landed, the zombie's neck was bent at a strange 90-degree angle.
Qianhe Daoist stared in astonishment at the young man in front of him who was beating zombies like puppets. What kind of terrifying power was this? No matter who he was, as long as he was still human, as long as he was hit head-on, he would probably be meeting the King of Hell.
Under the astonished gaze of Daoist Qianhe, the zombie got up again, looked at Wang Han who was looking at him, and hopped backward in fear. In the end, it turned around and ran away.
"Brave warrior, quickly deal with him! Don't let him escape, or there will be endless trouble later!" Daoist Qianhe hurriedly said.
"Master Qianhe, this little zombie can't run far, but your injuries can't be delayed any longer." Wang Han came to Master Qianhe's side, squatted down, and began to treat Master Qianhe's injuries.
"You...I..." Daoist Qianhe paused for a moment, but in the end he did not continue to ask Wang Han to chase the zombie. If he could live, why would he want to die?
Qianhe Daoren was seriously injured. Not only was his arm scratched by the zombie, but his neck was also bitten by the zombie. He not only lost too much blood, but the zombie poison had almost spread throughout his body.
“You’re lucky. If it were anyone else, it might be beyond saving, but I can still save you,” Wang Han said to Daoist Qianhe. The theft device directly stole the corpse poison from Daoist Qianhe’s body, forming a gray-black energy ball that Wang Han held in his hand. Green energy glowed in Wang Han’s hand and covered Daoist Qianhe’s wound.
"What is this?" Daoist Qianhe stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Not only had the corpse poison in his body disappeared, but his injuries were also healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The power of life," Wang Han said with a smile. In just a few breaths, Daoist Qianhe's injuries had completely healed. Apart from being pale from excessive blood loss, he was fine.
"Thank you." Daoist Qianhe sincerely expressed his gratitude, saying, "I have no way to repay your great kindness. In the future, I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation."
"You're welcome," Wang Han said. "It's a pity that your others have all died and can't be saved."
Wang Han did not tell Qianhe that he knew Uncle Jiu and the others.
"Alas!" Upon hearing this, Daoist Qianhe sighed. "Perhaps this is fate."
"Then do you want to try defying fate?" Wang Han suddenly said.
"Defying fate?" Upon hearing this, Daoist Qianhe asked in surprise, "Could it be that the others can be brought back to life? My benefactor, although I don't want them to die such a tragic death, it's against the will of Heaven..."
Wang Han shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant. They can't be saved."
Chizuru couldn't help but ask, "What does 'benefactor' mean?"
“Not long ago, I encountered a landowner who had been left behind in the mortal realm, and who had offended them, so a calamity was about to descend. Now that the calamity has descended upon the world, China will surely suffer immense devastation, and most of the gods have disappeared, unwilling to get involved in this calamity. The world will be in chaos, demons will run rampant, and even the King of Hell, who controls the cycle of life and death, is unwilling to meddle.” Wang Han said, “In your opinion, how should the people protect themselves during this calamity?”
"..." Daoist Qianhe fell silent. Wang Han's question was no ordinary one.
"This is indeed a difficult question to answer, and everyone will have a different answer." Seeing Qianhe Daoist remain silent, Wang Han sighed, "Perhaps when you are deeply involved in it and it is your turn to choose, you will have your own answer in your heart."
"It's time for you to make your own choice." Daoist Qianhe remained silent. Wang Han was defying the heavens, and he didn't know what to choose either.
"Master Qianhe, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now," Wang Han said to Master Qianhe, turning to leave. Seeing this, the tiger spirit quickly followed Wang Han, otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle any zombies they encountered.
Seeing this, the tiger spirit quickly followed Wang Han.
"What should the common people do?" Qianhe Daoist murmured Wang Han's words, then left after cleaning up the bodies of his four disciples.
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