Xiangxi.
Wuling Mountain.
Located in the Southern mountainous region, the terrain is high, the climate is humid and cold, year-round shrouded in mist, with short daylight periods and abundant rainfall; these natural conditions have determined that Xiangxi has a heavy "yin energy".
A place of extre yin.
Before the Doomsday, mysterious beliefs like "poisonous insects" and "witchcraft" were popular here. Additionally, legends like "Mu Yu Hua" and "Ghost Valley" added a lot of mysterious color.
In a remote area, a shroud of gloom covered the entire valley.
Thick mists rolled down from the Shan Feng, swirling among the trees, perating the air with a chilly and cold feeling that made people feel a chill creeping over them.
The mountains were steep, with peaks rising abruptly, coiling like giant dragons. The trees on the ridges, desolate, ford a beautiful landscape of mountain forests. But within this picturesque view lurked boundless danger.
Walking along the mountain path, a clear stream andered its way down. The river waters rushed, flowing through precipitous rocks, making the sound of trickling water.
On both sides of the stream, the cliffs were sheer, barren, with hardly any sign of life.
The sky here was always overcast, with sunlight rarely piercing through. The valley’s temperature remained low year-round, often blanketed in a mist layer.
The whole area exuded a mysterious yet cold atmosphere, as if hiding countless secrets and dangers.
In a cave within the mountain forest, damp and cold, there were stalactites dripping water.
The dripping sound echoed within this cave.
In the center of the cave, there was a large open hole, allowing light to pour into this cave, giving it so brightness, not entirely dark and sunless.
On the right, there was a puddle of water, next to which stood a middle-aged man, dressed in a long robe, with a black belt, a blue hat on his head, grass shoes on his feet, and a pouch at his waist.
The long robe was tattered, stained with mud.
He was sitting on a rock, beside him were placed: Soul-Attracting Bell, Soul Summoning Banner, Soul Summoning Gong, Corpse Chasing Whip, and so on.
On the right side, there stood a dozen dead bodies, all with a talisman on their heads, motionless.
On the left side, there were three white-skinned Zombies, fully bound, with mouths sealed, unable to move.
He slowly turned around, placing a talisman on one of the Zombie’s heads, shaking the Soul-Attracting Bell with his left hand, reciting a few incantations, then murmured deeply: "Beast, still!"
But this Zombie had no reaction, striving to break free, attempting to open its fangs to bite him, leaving him sowhat discouraged.
"It makes no sense, how co Gong Jianfa can do it, but I can’t? Surely there’s a missing step sowhere."
He put down the Soul Summoning Bell and tried again with the Soul Summoning Gong, but to no avail.
He stroked the beard on his chin, pondering for a long ti, and then took out a jar from the pouch at his waist.
Po~
The jar was opened, making a soft sound.
A strong sll of blood wafted out.
Instantly, the three Zombies on the left moved frantically, desperately trying to co over to snatch the jar from his hands.
His eyes lit up, murmuring, "I knew it, there must be sothing common among them, blood!"
He then used the blood from the jar to draw a strange symbol on yellow paper, tore off the previously attached talisman, and replaced it with this new one.
Once attached, this Zombie beca more violent.
He mimicked the Zombies’ growls, shaking the bell in his hand.
Jingle—
The Zombie cald down instantly.
Seeing this scene, he trembled with excitent, looked up towards the big open hole of the cave, and suppressed his voice, lowly shouting: "It works, I, Diao Liangrong, can do it too! Hahaha."
But soon, the Zombie regained motion, writhing its body.
Seeing this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Diao Liangrong’s eyes, but he encouraged himself, as long as there’s an effect, he would be able to eventually control these Zombies with continuous testing.
If dead bodies can be controlled, these Zombies can be too.
He shook the Soul Summoning Bell in his hand once more, to no avail, using a process of elimination, he lowly mimicked the Zombie’s growls, and then shook the Soul Summoning Bell again.
The Zombie cald down once more.
Diao Liangrong’s lips curled up, it works.
He began continuous testing.
...
He had no parents, was raised by his master since childhood, used to get frequent jobs as a Corpse Driver, but later they beca fewer and fewer.
By the ti he grew up, there were very few Corpse Drivers in this area anymore, every household mostly opted for cremation, but he was not resigned, having long dealt with corpses, he was accustod to working at night, not good with words.
After his master passed away, he lost his only family and worked alone as a Corpse Driver.
Later on, the entire Corpse Driving profession was completely abandoned, and he couldn’t get any jobs in corpse driving anymore; now everyone used cars to transport bodies, and the Corpse Driving profession was completely eliminated.
To survive, he also worked on so construction sites, but because he had been dealing with corpses since childhood, he was lonely and inarticulate.
He wasn’t afraid of hardships, corpse driving was much tougher than working construction.
But because he had long dealt with corpses, he carried a peculiar sll on him, and later, after other workers discovered he was a Corpse Driver, they jointly expelled him.
The contractor didn’t give him the final paynt, and he almost starved to death.
He switched to another hauling job.
But soon he found out, communicating with people was really too hard, words spoken nicely on the surface, but various sches behind the scenes.
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