When Zhang Hu and Zhang Bao heard this, they were very happy and asked to open their heavenly eyes.

"This is the old cow's tears that can temporarily open the eyes of the living; this is the food at the grave. The living borrows a mouthful from the dead. Don't swallow it. You will have to pay it back later. As the saying goes, 'If you borrow, you can borrow again.'"

It's not difficult. Come on, put these yellow talismans into your ears and nose to prevent Yang Qi from leaking and being sucked in."

When the old Taoist priest taught Zhang Hu and Zhang Bao how to do it, he looked nostalgic: "The 30-year-old corpse oil is still useful. Just three drops of corpse oil are dripped on the top of the head and shoulders, and the effect is immediate. It's a pity that it is all used in the corpse raising village.

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In the quiet streets late at night, the government officials and village heroes all shivered and felt a little cold on the back of their heads.

Corpse Village!

It sounds like it’s not a normal place!

When Zhang Hu and Zhang Bao looked at the Cixin Hall in front of them with pale faces, their expressions changed dramatically.

In the silence of the night, Ci Xin Tang, which was originally closed for rest, reopened for business. The three words Ci Xin Tang on the plaque of the medicine hall became——

Chixintang!

Late at night, two pale white lanterns hung in front of the medicine hall, flickering on and off, illuminating the faces of brothers Zhang Hu and Zhang Bao, making them look even paler.

What kind of world is this!

At this moment, the two brothers felt that all the sultry heat of summer had been swept away, and chills arose in their hearts. Their scalps were numb, and they followed Jin An, the old Taoist priest, into the Chixin Hall.
Chapter completed!