At this moment, the frost on the ground melted away quickly, and the two zombie monks also resumed their movements, crawling up from the ground tremblingly, but did not pounce on him, and stood there.
"Senior Ma Mian, what's going on with these two monks? I didn't sense any negative energy from them before." Shen Luo asked.
"This is a Yin-heart corpse. After a ghost kills a person, it injects Yin energy into the person's heart. If the Yin energy is not triggered, the corpse will be no different from an ordinary person. As long as the Yin energy is triggered, the corpse will transform into a zombie. However, this type of Yin-heart corpse does not have much Yin energy in its body, so its strength is not strong." The Soul-Catching Horse-Faced Demon waved the black pen in his hand and tapped twice in the air.
Bang!
Two bloody holes exploded in the chests of the two monks, their hearts shattered, and they fell to the ground again, completely motionless.
The two did not stay in the temple for long and left quickly.
"Thank you for your hard work this time. Go back and have a good rest first. I will call you out again when I need you." On Liugong Bridge, the Soul-Snatching Horse said to Shen Luo, and his figure disappeared in a flash, walking away in a hurry.
"If I continue to risk my life like I did today, I'll have to think twice." Shen Luo shrugged and muttered to himself, but when he thought of the thirty fairy jades that were about to be in his hands, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy and felt that all the previous adventures were worth it.
He traveled quickly eastward, soon entered the city and returned to Bai Mansion.
It was just past midnight, but Shen Luo felt exhausted. He did not go to complete the task immediately, but went straight back to his residence. After a short rest, he sat in the wooden barrel, closed his eyes, and practiced an unknown spell to recover.
The night passed in a flash.
Shen Luo got up early, walked out of his courtyard in full energy, and came to the accounting office of the Bai Mansion.
There are fewer people coming to hand in their tasks today than the day before. Most of the tasks are difficult and cannot be completed in a short period of time. There are really few people like Shen Luo who can complete a task in basically one day.
So most of the people gathered here are actually here to watch the fun.
"Have you heard? Last night, the Lin and Du families organized a lot of people to go to Liugong Bridge. This time, both sides were led by monks in the Qigong period. Qi Yuan, the Blue Ice Hand of the Du family, also went. Guess what happened?" One of the young men, who looked a little smart, suddenly said to the others, which immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.
"I'm afraid that the ghost will be killed now, right?"
"I don't think so. It is said that the hanged ghost lurking in the temple is very cunning. If there are too many people there, it will not show up at all, and will only attack those who are alone!"
"This ghost only has these tricks. The two families have learned from the previous experience. They should be prepared for the next visit!"
"Hehe, this hanged ghost was indeed killed, but it was not done by them, but by someone else." The clever young man said mysteriously.
"What, is this true?"
"How could what Lan Bingshou said be false? It is said that they found traces of a ghost being killed in that deserted temple. Moreover, according to his estimation, the means of killing the ghost was clean and efficient, and it is very likely that it was done by just one person!" said the clever young man.
"To be able to kill this beast so easily, could it be the work of a great cultivator in the late stage of Bigu?"