Chapter 7 （Nine Heavens Corpse Sealing Technique）
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An ominous start... An ominous start... Beginning with a crimson-clad, smiling ghost!
Zhao Yang stared at the female corpse sitting on the bed. Her eerie, smiling expression and sinister laughter had a soul-piercing effect. Fully awake now, Zhao Yang was so terrified that the half-bottle of liquor he had drunk earlier turned into cold sweat, seeping out of every pore.
Although Zhao Yang had mastered the knowledge from the Sixteen Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Manual, he hadn't yet familiarized himself with the latter half's Yin-Yang techniques. Thus, his first instinct wasn't to engage; instead, he took a step back and turned to flee.
However, as Zhao Yang stepped back, he stumbled over the high threshold of the canopy bed, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. The handful of gold coins he had grabbed earlier scattered everywhere with a clattering sound.
"Eerie... eerie..."
The female corpse let out another bone-chilling laugh. Her upper body stiffened as she rose from the bed, reaching out to grab Zhao Yang, who was still sitting dazed on the ground. Then, she spoke: "You lifted my red veil, so you are now my husband. My husband, I have waited for you for a thousand years. You have finally come. I have been so lonely... so lonely... Stay with me, my husband, and all these dowries will be yours... all yours..."
These burial goods were the female corpse's dowries?
Instinctively, Zhao Yang raised the black crowbar to block the female corpse's hands. But her strength was immense, and in just a few milliseconds, her long, sharp nails were about to pierce Zhao Yang's eyes.
Zhao Yang's strength was no match for hers, but then the female corpse suddenly withdrew her force. Her eyes remained fixed on Zhao Yang as she reached out again to gently caress his face.
Her touch seemed gentle, but Zhao Yang had no time to appreciate this "tenderness." The corpse's hand was icy cold, radiating a chilling air as if it were an ice block freshly taken from a thousand-year-old cold river.
Zhao Yang was dumbfounded. Was she going to kill him or toy with him first? The female corpse was actually flirting with him?
"Such a handsome husband..."
The female corpse seemed quite pleased with her "groom."
Zhao Yang, on the other hand, started to worry. What if she wanted to drag him off to the bridal chamber? That would be worse than dying!
"Husband, please rise and drink a cup of nuptial wine with me. From now on, we shall be bound in this union..."
The female corpse withdrew her hand, somehow producing a tri-colored phoenix head jug and two tall wine cups. She poured a viscous liquid from the jug into the cups.
Zhao Yang could see clearly that the liquid was a thick, dark green substance. As the liquid poured, a pungent stench assaulted his nostrils, almost making him retch. But he managed to hold it back.
"Husband, please..."
The female corpse handed the filled cup to Zhao Yang. As he took it, a phrase echoed in his mind: "Drink this nuptial wine, and on the road to the underworld, do not look back... do not look back..."
If he drank it, he would surely be poisoned to death. If he refused, she would likely strangle him.
Suddenly, Zhao Yang had an idea. He took the cup of "Underworld Wine" the female corpse handed him. She then entwined her arm with his in a traditional wedding gesture...
Holding his breath, Zhao Yang brought the cup to his lips. At the same time, the female corpse gently parted her vermillion-stained lips, preparing to drink.
At that moment, Zhao Yang seized the opportunity. He bit down hard on his molars, quickly pulling out a black donkey hoof from his pocket with his other hand and forcefully shoving it into the female corpse's mouth.
"Let's see how you like this!"
Black donkey hooves are known for their ability to ward off evil, particularly effective against reanimated corpses and various monsters.
The moment the female corpse was forced to swallow the black donkey hoof, she let out a piercing scream, unbearably shrill. Her once exquisite red bridal gown began to disintegrate into ash, and her previously flawless skin rapidly decayed, turning black as it oozed blood, emitting a nauseating stench.
"Ah... all men are scum!"
The screaming female corpse let out a furious howl and lunged at Zhao Yang.
But Zhao Yang was prepared. In his other hand, he held a five-inch silver hairpin, which he drove directly into the left side of the female corpse's chest.
The silver hairpin proved effective, immediately slowing the female corpse's movements.
The technique Zhao Yang used was from the latter part of the Sixteen Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Manual, specifically the tenth character, "Seal"—the full name: Nine Heavens Corpse Sealing Technique!
Whether dealing with reanimated corpses or vicious spirits, they all have nine deadly points.
The number 'nine' is the largest single digit and is often associated with imperial authority.
In metaphysics, the number 'nine' also holds special significance.
As for the nine deadly points on a reanimated corpse, they are akin to the meridians in the human body. However, the Nine Heavens Corpse Sealing Technique is most effective when used in conjunction with the Nine Heavens Corpse Nails.
Since Zhao Yang didn't have the Corpse Sealing Nails, he used a silver hairpin as a substitute.
It is said that a particularly powerful Corpse King requires all nine Corpse Sealing Nails to be driven in specific positions to be barely controlled.
For ordinary reanimated corpses, one nail is enough.
Fortunately, this female corpse was on the weaker side, and Zhao Yang's silver hairpin, driven into the 'Pivot Sky' point on her left chest, managed to slow her down.
Without looking back, Zhao Yang sprinted out of the burial chamber, abandoning all the gold and jewels. No amount of wealth was worth more than his life!
In his panic, Zhao Yang ran out of the tomb as fast as he could.
Outside, Chen Fuwang anxiously awaited at the entrance. He had faintly heard Zhao Yang's screams from below and knew something terrible must have happened.
Seeing Zhao Yang scramble out of the tomb, drenched in cold sweat with a pale face, Chen Fuwang hurriedly helped him up and anxiously asked, "Young Master... Young Master... Are you alright?"
"Young Master... Young Master..."
He called out several times, but Zhao Yang, trembling all over, didn't respond. Desperate, Chen Fuwang slapped Zhao Yang hard across the face.
Smack...
The slap finally snapped Zhao Yang out of his stupor.
Zhao Yang touched his burning cheek and glared at Chen Fuwang, "Did you just hit me?"
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