"Alright, let's stick to the original plan. You send the ink seal over and I'll pull it into the painting realm. As for how to subdue it, we'll talk about that later. My painting realm isn't what it used to be anyway. Even if I can't destroy it, I can still trap it," Shu Xiaolou said.
With the plan set, Lin Jin took the ink seal and entered the opened door behind him.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Jin arrived at the Visitation Hall.
Without any visitors, the Visitation Hall looked no different from usual. But to Lin Jin, there was something eerie about it.
It was all because of the zombie in door number three, Lin Jin thought.
Lin Jin mused. He walked up to door number three and gave it a thorough look. He was afraid that whatever was inside would escape while he was gone.
However, it seemed like the door didn't open at all.
This was a good thing.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Jin placed his palms on the door and invoked the strength of his two blood contract pet beasts. His body glowed red as he pushed the door open.
...
In a hidden manor deep within East Continent's barren mountains, Appraiser Yan was dressed in black with a stern expression as he stared at a strange wooden door before him.
This wooden door was created by the world's most skilled craftsmen, using a special type of ghost wood from the three realms. It was a priceless treasure. Upon closer inspection, there was a box behind the wooden door. The box was sealed shut and looked like a large coffin.
Right in front of the large coffin, a person dressed in white paper clothes was hanging a wooden sign with the number '3' on the wooden door in front of the chest.
The fingers of the man dressed in white paper clothes were stiff and grey, but in fact, his entire body was emitting a deathly grey aura. His skin was brownish-purple and stuck tightly to his bones. There was a talisman written in blood nailed to his forehead by a rusty iron nail. He looked as frightening as one could imagine.
This was Messenger Bai of the Demonic Appraisal Association, a zombie puppet that only obeyed the chief's orders.
And Appraiser Yan was obviously the black messenger.
After the zombie Messenger Bai hung the number three wooden sign on a protruding nail on the wooden door, the entire wooden door and the box behind it shook.
It was as if a taboo had been connected in an instant.
An eerie and strange laugh came from Envoy White's mouth. Strangely, Envoy White's facial features were expressionless, as if the laugh didn't come from him.
"Black Emissary, you've done well. In such a short period of time, not only did you obtain the number three wooden token, you also unexpectedly obtained the number two wooden token. This time, I will give you a great merit." The voice was eerie and terrifying, but it carried a kind of supreme majesty.
The Black Emissary immediately bowed and said, "It is this subordinate's duty to serve the President."
"Good, good. I will open the third wooden door and take out the refined zombie. When that happens, our strength will increase greatly. The first thing we need to do is to sweep away all our enemies. If we can successfully take out the zombie beast from the second wooden door, tsk tsk, we can even destroy a high-tier country."
After saying that, the White Zombie Emissary stretched out his hand and started to pull the wooden door.
His strength was more than a hundred times that of an ordinary person.
The wooden door creaked, which was ear-piercing. Then, the wooden door was pulled open a crack.
In an instant, a thick aura of death seeped out from the crack. The White Emissary didn't try to avoid it. Instead, he drew closer and inhaled it with his nose and mouth, seemingly intoxicated by it.
"Good, good. The zombie inside has been trapped and refined for five hundred years. Its strength is several times that of the first one. My plan back then was truly ingenious. By using Master's Secret Realm to refine zombies, perhaps we'll have a chance to enter and uncover Master's secret from back then." The White Emissary said this in a low voice so only he could hear the excitement and anticipation in his voice.
Then, the White Emissary continued to pull the wooden door open wider and wider. Naturally, the aura of death that seeped out from the inside increased as well.
Appraiser Yan couldn't help but take a few steps back. He knew how terrifying this aura of death was. Coming in contact with even the slightest bit of it wasn't certain death, but it would be troublesome.
By then, the wooden door was already half open. It was obvious that the White Emissary was currently wrestling with the wooden door. Behind the opened wooden door was a dense aura of death. However, one could vaguely make out the silhouette of a person standing inside.
It looked like a block of wood.
"Back then, I, the Corpse Cultivator, had gone through so much trouble and sacrificed my physical body to nurture a corpse in Master's Secret Realm. The results were indeed extraordinary. After refining this body for five hundred years, once it emerges as a corpse, it'll be comparable to an immortal. From then on, I'll be invincible," the White Emissary muttered in a strange voice.
He had been waiting for this day for far too long.
However, just as he was about to reach out and pull the zombie out, he saw that another door had opened not far away from him.
The White Emissary froze. In an instant, he felt fear and dread.
He hadn't felt this way for a very, very long time.
But at this moment, it was truly frightened.
In this world, there were only a handful of people who could frighten the Corpse Cultivator.
Back then, he had a few fellow disciples and the only one he feared was the Eldest Senior Brother, the Dragon Cultivator.
Naturally, the one he feared the most was their Master, the Dao Lord!
The Corpse Cultivator's fear of his Master was ingrained in his bones. He knew very well that the place where he hid, nurtured, and refined corpses was a place that none of his fellow disciples could find. Only their Master knew that it was also their Master's Secret Realm.
Their Master, the Dao Lord, had already fallen several hundred years ago.
That was why the Corpse Cultivator dared to nurture and refine corpses in their Master's Secret Realm. But what did he just see?
There, someone pushed open a door. Instinctively, the Corpse Cultivator thought of their Master, the Dao Lord. After all, according to his understanding, only their Master could enter this mysterious place at will. The Corpse Cultivator needed many methods to assist him. Even so, the Corpse Cultivator could only force open this door. He couldn't go any deeper.
That was why he felt fear and dread. For a moment, his mind went blank and his body stiffened, not daring to move.
The Corpse Cultivator stored his soul and primordial spirit in a talisman and forcefully attached his primordial spirit and soul to the White Envoy zombie with the Soul Suppressing Nail. He hid from place to place for several hundred years and even founded the Demonic Appraisal Association just for this day. The zombie inside this door was in fact himself, the Corpse Cultivator's physical body. The amount of time and effort the Corpse Cultivator had spent on this task was unimaginable. However, this was clearly something that couldn't be done openly, especially when it involved going against his Master's orders. Hence, the Corpse Cultivator was frightened. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he might have knelt down and kowtowed.
Speaking of which, Lin Jin was startled as well.
After much effort, he finally pushed open door number three in the Visitation Hall. Then, through the hazy aura of death, he saw another door on the other side. There was also a vague white silhouette.
What was going on?
Lin Jin's mind went blank.
They were confused but the zombie inside wasn't. Zombies were bloodthirsty and loved human flesh. Between these two doors, one was a living person with a fragrant aroma while the other was a zombie puppet that resembled dead flesh. Hence, there was no doubt that they would pounce in that direction.
While Lin Jin was dumbfounded, the zombie inside had already pounced on him.
Lin Jin could only deal with this zombie first.
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