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This story had to be told on a winter night forty years ago.

The cold wind whistled, and the night was as dark as ink.

An old man and a young man, both dressed like Taoists, were hiding in a corner of an alley. They were sneakily looking in the direction of an old house.

That old house stood in the darkness of the night, surrounded by a few scattered houses. Not a single one of them had their lights on, so it was unknown whether it was late at night when they all fell asleep or if no one lived in them.

He looked in the direction of the old house and sniffed. He said to the old Daoist, "Teacher, you are so sure that Nanny Wang will undergo a Corpse Transformation tonight. We won't have come here for nothing, right?"

"Brat, when did I ever lie to you? Three days ago, that old granny was dragged out like a bull by the snake to fight against the red guards, and when she returned home, she would definitely die, and with that old granny's character, she would definitely not let things go easily. She would definitely think of revenge methods to take revenge, and don't underestimate that old granny Wang.

The old Daoist said in a deep voice.

The young Taoist looked at the old Taoist, scratched his head and said, "Master, disciple has a look, there's no need for Nanny Wang to walk this desperate path right? Although she normally doesn't do anything good, she hasn't done much harm to anyone. These days, there are many people who have been beaten up, so if they were to be like her, wouldn't this world be thrown into chaos? "

"Bullshit!" The old Daoist turned his head and glared at the youth. He said unhappily, "How do you know that this old woman Wang has never hurt anyone? Three days ago, the young people who pulled her out of this old house had a high fever after returning home. On the same night, their bodies swelled up to twice their original size, their skin was shiny, and the blood vessels under their skin could be clearly seen. There were even some insects that were swimming around, and even their bones were chewed off.

"Master, it's obvious that he was infected by an evil technique and was set up by someone. If we send him to the hospital, he definitely won't be able to save us. The evil technique should be removed as soon as possible, it can't last more than six hours, otherwise even immortals wouldn't be able to save him." The little Daoist hurriedly said.

In the past few days, Lady Wang has been trying to act fierce, causing people to be anxious. The residents nearby all said that at night, they would hear her crying, and that she would cry for the night. The frightened people all moved away, and in order to eliminate the commotion, they sent Master out to do this task, and took her in. The old Daoist looked at his dwelling and said in a low voice.

"It seems like this old woman has a lot of resentment. She shouldn't be easy to deal with. Why did the higher-ups only send you, Master?" the young Daoist asked.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and prepare all my magic tools. We will be working on it in a while. First, open your Heaven's Eye and observe the form." The old Daoist took out a yellow paper talisman from his bosom and wrapped it with yellow paper talismans. After chanting a few incantations, the yellow paper talisman began to burn, and a green smoke rose up into the air. The old Daoist hurriedly moved his eyes closer to the yellow paper talisman, which was covered in green smoke, and blinked his eyes a few times.

The little Daoist blinked his eyes. When he raised his head again to look at the old dwelling, he could not help but gasp. He looked up at the sky above the old dwelling, and saw dark clouds and billowing black smoke.

This was naturally the scene he saw after opening the Heaven's Eyes. Normally, this old house would look somewhat sinister and not much different from an ordinary house.

"Master, what a strong killing intent. This grandma Wang's resentment is really great. This is the first time disciple has seen something like this." The little Daoist said with a hint of fear.

Looking at this strange phenomenon, he pondered for a while, then said: "You brat, you have just followed me for a few errands, and you still need to see a lot of things in the future, but this old lady Wang is truly powerful, even when she was alive, she was already an expert, after she died, her ghost soul would always be present, and her cultivation would definitely be much stronger than normal evil beings, because she herself is a cultivator, and knows how to become a powerful ghost."

"Master... Then our mission will definitely be very dangerous, will we fall at its hands? " The little Daoist asked with lingering fear in his heart.

"As the righteous leader of a sect, he should be exterminating evil and protecting the Dao. Even if he dies, there's nothing to be regretful about. What are you afraid of, kid?" "In a moment, follow me. You punk, run wherever I tell you to go. Do you hear me?" The old Daoist turned his face around and said solemnly.

"Disciple understands." The little cultivator saw the seriousness in his master's voice and naturally agreed.

"Alright, let's go."

The old Daoist said this and no longer said anything. He took a horsetail whisk from the little Daoist and placed it on his shoulder before carefully walking in the direction of the old Daoist house. The little Daoist took out a peach wood sword from his back.

The courtyard door of the old mansion was tightly shut. It was already very old, and there was a layer of black paint on it, and it was full of spots. It seemed like it had been here for a very long time.

The doors of ordinary people had to be pasted with door gods, which meant they had to humph at two generals to prevent ghosts from invading them, but this was not the case for the doors of this old mansion. Although there were two paintings pasted on the doors, the things that were painted on them were not door gods at all, but two monstrous beings with leopard eyes wide open, mouth full of fangs, and a full face of whiskers.

The old Daoist glared at the painting on the door and snorted coldly. "Lady Wang, you really don't do your job properly. How dare you brazenly open the envelope to the Evil God. You really don't place any importance on us famous upright sects."

With that, the old Daoist waved his sleeve, and the tightly shut wooden door made a loud clanging sound as it opened with a clang.

Immediately after, the scene that entered the eyes of the master and disciple couldn't help but cause them to suck in a breath of cold air, because in this house, white mist rolled about and a baleful aura rose. It directly floated out from the entrance of the house, and when it blew on a person's body, one would feel a bone-piercing cold.

The little Daoist behind couldn't help but shiver and unconsciously took a step back. As for the old Daoist, he took a deep breath and his expression became even more solemn as he muttered to himself, "It really is a deep grudge. This grudge has already materialized."

He carefully walked into the courtyard, and the little Daoist also swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he followed closely behind the old Daoist, not daring to move too far away. Right now, the situation was extremely strange, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, the two of them were first given a setback.

The master and disciple duo walked two steps deeper into the courtyard when they suddenly heard a creaking sound from the two wooden doors behind them. They had actually closed the doors themselves.

The old Daoist turned around and gave a cold snort. "You think you can scare me with such a simple trick? Old Lady Wang, are you trying to demonstrate your skills to this poor Daoist?"

The courtyard was very quiet, not a single bug could be heard, and no one responded to the Daoist priest's words.

Due to being too nervous, the little Daoist said to the old Daoist, "Master, I don't think this old granny Wang is trying to scare us. She's trying to shut us down and capture us. She doesn't want us to leave."

Just as he finished speaking, the old Daoist suddenly turned around and raised his leg to kick the young Daoist's butt. He said angrily: "Little brat, do you know how to speak? If you don't know how to speak, then don't spout nonsense. There's only the two of us here, who are you talking about? "

The little Taoist smiled in embarrassment, held his butt that was in pain and said: "Master …" Aren't I a little nervous? I was just joking with you, don't be angry, old man. "

It could be seen that this old Daoist was also somewhat nervous. As he walked, he muttered: "This group of bastards, why didn't they tell this poor Daoist that this place is so dangerous earlier? This poor Taoist did not even make any preparations and must at least send an expert over. If this poor Taoist were to fall here today, I would have to find them to demand an explanation."

As he walked, the old Daoist suddenly felt something slip under his feet, as if he had stepped on something. Lowering his head to take a look, he could not help but frown, sweeping the horsetail whisk in his hand to clear the white mist in front of him, and saw that what he was stepping on was actually a pile of ashes, and there were even some pieces of yellow paper that had not been burned clean.

"Master! Look at this fog... All of them have turned into a black murderous aura … " The little Daoist shouted in fear.