My pursuit with Old Mo took us further and further away, out of the village now.
The zombie was heading towards the forest behind the village.
Its speed was considerable.
Each leap covered several meters.
Its entire body seemed like a magnet, constantly drawing in Yin energy from all directions.
Despite Old Mo and I giving our all, we couldn't catch up.
In a blink, the zombie had entered the nearby small forest.
Without hesitation, Old Mo and I followed.
However, as we entered the small forest, we discovered it was actually a mass grave.
The forest was dense with burial mounds.
Soul banners hung everywhere, along with half-burnt incense sticks, candles, and burnt paper...
An eerie wind blew, causing "creaking" sounds to emanate from all around the woods.
In the dark, gloomy environment, it was impossible to distinguish whether the sounds were from ghosts or the rustling of leaves.
As for the zombie, its trace was long gone.
Old Mo and I both knitted our brows, warily surveying our surroundings.
Old Mo then spoke to me in a low voice:
"Old Qin, the Yin and malevolent energy here is very heavy."
I looked around the dim surroundings, completely unsure which direction the zombie had fled.
We could only move forward while scouting.
Simultaneously, I replied:
"Yes, this is a mass grave. Besides the zombie, there are definitely solitary ghosts and wandering spirits here.
Be careful, there are too many unclean things..."
Old Mo grunted in agreement.
He then continued to search forward.
We didn't have many magical artifacts. If we had the Ghost-Locating Compass, we could have found the zombie's whereabouts quickly.
But now, we could only rely on the surrounding corpse-煞 energy.
And other clues to find the fleeing zombie.
We ventured deeper into the mountain forest, bit by bit.
Because my Heavenly Eye was open, I could see that around the forest.
White human figures occasionally floated by.
But they didn't approach us, and they would leave as soon as they knew we were near.
It was certain.
Those were the wandering spirits and ghosts in the vicinity.
They posed no threat to us.
Moreover, we held peach wood swords and other items, which made them very afraid of us.
Therefore, they dared not approach.
Old Mo and I paid them no mind. There were countless wandering spirits and ghosts in the world.
As long as they didn't break the rules and harm living people, we wouldn't interfere.
But besides the wandering spirits and ghosts, we also noticed many wild cats in this mass grave.
Pairs of glowing eyes flickered among the burial mounds from time to time.
They would occasionally let out "meows," which were quite chilling in the night.
However, they were just wild cats, not a significant concern.
At this moment, our priority was to find the zombie that had fled into the mountains.
We tracked it by following the concentration of corpse energy.
After walking about two hundred meters.
A series of "wuwuwu" weeping sounds suddenly echoed from the mountain.
The sound was not loud, and it sounded very clear and cold.
It was just ahead of us.
Upon hearing the weeping, Old Mo and I both felt a jolt.
In the middle of the night, and in this mass grave, if someone was crying, it was likely a ghost.
But as Taoist priests, this was not our first encounter with ghosts.
So, upon hearing the ghostly weeping, we didn't become overly tense.
We exchanged glances and then walked towards the source of the weeping.
Our footsteps were light as we moved forward.
In a short while, Old Mo and I pushed aside the bushes ahead.
Using the Heavenly Eye, we saw a woman in white crouching not far away.
Her back was to us, and she was covering her face, "wuwuwu"-ing as she cried...
Since we couldn't find the zombie right now, and we encountered a female ghost who wasn't hiding from us,
It was a good opportunity to ask her for directions, perhaps she knew where the fleeing zombie had gone.
With this thought.
I stepped forward directly and cupped my fists towards the female ghost:
"Miss, this humble Taoist is tracking a zombie and passing through your esteemed abode.
May I inquire if you have seen the trace of that zombie?"
The female ghost continued her "wuwuwu" weeping.
Hearing me speak, she didn't turn around.
She merely extended her hand slightly, and while crying, pointed towards the front left:
"Wuwuwu, it, it went that way..."
"Thank you, miss."
After saying that, Old Mo and I, without paying any mind to why the female ghost was crying "wuwuwu," turned and hurried off to pursue.
However, as we passed by the female ghost.
The crying female ghost spoke again:
"Daoist priests, the road ahead is difficult. Let me lead the way for you!"
Upon hearing this, Old Mo and I froze for a moment.
Looking ahead, we saw dense black mist and converging Yin and corpse energy, shrouding the entire forest.
Even with our Heavenly Eyes open, the path was unclear.
But if a ghost could lead the way, it would truly be ideal.
And the ghost before us was still crying.
But there was no fierce malevolent energy emanating from her.
She could temporarily be ruled out as a fierce or malevolent spirit.
I glanced at Old Mo.
Old Mo understood my meaning and nodded.
Then, I said:
"Then we would trouble you to lead the way, and we will certainly repay you handsomely afterwards."
The female ghost stopped crying after hearing my words.
Her body slowly stood up, and she spoke with an eerie tone:
"Daoist priests are considerate."
As she spoke, the female ghost stood up and raised her head.
Only then did we get a clear look at the female ghost's appearance.
And the sight was startling, causing Old Mo and my hearts to pound, cold sweat streaming down our backs...