Chapter 5: The Messenger and the Underworld Guide

The upheaval came too swiftly.

Ji Yun’s mind hadn’t even fully processed the twists unfolding before him when he noticed the cat-faced old woman and the official-robed zombie casting malicious glances his way.

After a moment of panic, he calmed himself.

These two were masters of the occult arts.

With their skills, they could have forced their way in easily.

Yet, they did not.

This meant they had some hesitation.

They couldn’t just barge in.

As this thought flashed through his mind, the chilling feeling that had gripped Ji Yun began to ebb away like a tide receding.

It was like watching a tiger behind the bars of a cage in a zoo.

He simply observed them.

Instead of fear, a strange curiosity stirred within him.

Zombies, the cat-faced old woman, the white dumpling—these supernatural beings from folklore truly existed in this world!

Before either of the two could speak, Ji Yun took the initiative to ask, “Who are you?”

Ordinary zombies and spirits lacked intelligence.

But these two clearly did not.

That was what piqued Ji Yun’s curiosity.

They seemed human.

A kind of “extraordinary being” with the power to transform into spirits.

Upon hearing this, the cat-faced old woman remained silent, but the zombie man let out a hoarse, eerie laugh: “Don’t concern yourself with who we are.”

Having dealt with their secret designs, the two no longer seemed in a hurry.

The zombie man produced a black contract and threatened without disguise: “Open the door and sign. You’ll live.”

Ji Yun glanced at the black contract—it was the same record from before.

Though he didn’t know exactly what it was, he knew one thing for sure: he must not sign it.

Ji Yun understood clearly: if they could have simply taken action, they would have done so without wasting words.

The fact they were still talking meant they needed his cooperation to achieve some purpose.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have bothered with the trick to force him to sign earlier.

This realization only made Ji Yun more determined not to open the door or sign anything.

The cat-faced old woman squinted her amber eyes at the silent Ji Yun, seeming to sense his thoughts. She sneered, “You really think that if you don’t sign, we can’t do anything to you?”

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Ji Yun remained silent, only watching.

If you have the means, why bother with talk?

Now he finally understood that the cat-faced old woman and the official-robed zombie were partners.

And Shang Xiaoyu was involved too.

Earlier, the two had disguised themselves as police not only to trick him into signing but also to lure Shang Xiaoyu out.

One was the bait, the other the ambusher.

So, what exactly was their goal?

From the previous conversation, it seemed they were not after Ji Yun himself.

Then what were they after?

Ji Yun couldn’t figure it out—he was just a poor college student. What could he possibly have that was worth coveting?

The three locked eyes for a moment.

The cat-faced old woman, seeing that Ji Yun showed no fear, lost patience and said darkly, “Boy, you asked for this!”

Ji Yun suspected they might use another illusion, so he tried to slam the door shut.

But before the cat-faced old woman could act, something strange happened.

A pale hand suddenly shot out from behind her, ghostlike, clamping onto her neck with no chance for resistance.

A crisp “crack” echoed—the sound of bone breaking.

The cat-faced old woman’s head slumped, tilting to one side.

Her dying expression was one of utter disbelief, as if saying: How is this possible?!

The one who struck was none other than Shang Xiaoyu, who had earlier been immobilized by the “Corpse Suppression Talisman.”

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This abrupt turn of events left both the cat-faced old woman and the official-robed zombie stunned.

Ji Yun’s face was equally shocked: eliminated in an instant?

Though he knew things might not be so simple, he hadn’t expected that the zombie bound by the talisman could still move.

It turned out Shang Xiaoyu had never been affected; she had deliberately lured them out, then seized the chance to counterattack.

“What clever planning!” Ji Yun silently admired, feeling his pressure ease immediately.

Meanwhile, the official-robed zombie, shocked by the death of his companion, reacted swiftly.

He raised his hand, claws flashing through the air with a sharp whoosh as he lunged forward.

A metallic grinding sound pierced the ears.

His claws tore at Shang Xiaoyu’s leather jacket, leaving gashes that revealed skin as tough and lustrous as white jade.

In the blink of an eye, the two zombies were locked in fierce combat.

Zombie fights had no finesse—just brute force clashing against brute force.

The old building crumbled under their blows; dust and debris flew as bricks tumbled down.

Ji Yun watched with fascination.

Even as an outsider, he could tell that Shang Xiaoyu’s physical strength and resilience far surpassed her opponent’s.

The official-robed zombie was steadily pushed back, his body riddled with claw marks exposing rotted flesh.

If the fight continued, he was certain to die.

Desperation made him shout, “You’re sharp with your claws! Old woman, help me! I’m losing control!”

Ji Yun twitched at the corner of his eye, suddenly recalling something, and glanced toward the old woman’s corpse on the ground.

Could she still be alive?

Sure enough!

Just as those words fell, the severed neck of the cat-faced old woman twisted eerily, swiftly restoring itself.

With a swift motion, she leapt up and joined the fray.

Ji Yun’s gaze froze: “This is...”

He recognized her transformation—she had become a “Cat Demon.”

According to folklore, a cat-faced old woman who has consumed over a hundred souls can become a Cat Demon.

A vengeful spirit or corpse fiend of immense power.

Legend says a Cat Demon can resurrect up to nine times.

Given her transformation, this old woman must have taken many lives.

Ji Yun was now absolutely certain these two were not benign.

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After transforming, the cat-faced old woman’s strength surged.

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