The funeral home is located halfway up the mountain. The mountain road is rugged and narrow, and the vehicles are not easy to get on, but this is nothing to Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya.

They didn't take the road at all, they were silenced and drove up for five minutes. It took them only a minute before they stood at the door of the funeral home.

"What a heavy fishy smell!" As soon as he walked into the funeral home, Zhuang Xiaoya frowned.

"What happened this time is a big deal." Yan Ning said with a calm face.

I saw that the huge funeral home was in a mess, covered with blood, and many pieces of meat torn into pieces fell on the ground. Needless to think about it, these pieces of meat must be the original staff here.

"If it's just a corpse, it shouldn't be so exaggerated, right? Although the funeral home has a heavy yin energy, there must be some methods to suppress evil and corpse control. Such a tragedy cannot happen..."

When Zhuang Xiaoya saw this scene, her little face turned a little blue, but she still stubbornly did not retreat, and carefully searched for clues in the funeral home.

Yan Ning pulled out Ming Po, fiddled with a piece of meat, just glanced at it for a few seconds, and said, "What a heavy corpse poison... These poor guys were torn into pieces, otherwise they would definitely turn into zombies!"

"How did it become like this..."

Yan Ning took a deep breath, put away the Mingpo Sword, protected Zhuang Xiaoya behind him, and said, "Be careful, there are probably more than Peng Xiaoyu in this mountain!"

Zhuang Xiaoya said: "What do you mean is a demon who turned Peng Xiaoyu into a zombie?"

Yan Ning nodded: "It is impossible to become such a powerful person if he is just resentment and Yin Ri. Looking at the wounds of these pieces of flesh, Peng Xiaoyu is probably not inferior to the purple-armored zombie. It is absolutely impossible to become a purple-armored zombie in such a short time without the help of the demon."

"That soul of Peng Xiaoyu..."

"It's not in her body, but it's definitely not far away. If you meet her later, don't hold back and just burn it with your palms!" Yan Ning said sternly.

Zhuang Xiaoya nodded seriously, and could easily create purple armored zombies. The demon hiding in the dark was either a Maorou zombie or a cultivator with profound Taoism.

"Save...save me..."

Suddenly, a faint voice came, which scared Yan Ning and the others. They quickly turned around and looked at it. Then they saw a young man in a black coat lying on the ground in the corridor of the funeral home.

"Go and have a look!"

The two hurried forward, but the closer they approached the young man, the slower they walked. It was not until they walked to him that they could see clearly that the lower half of the young man's body was gone, while the upper half was lying on the ground, dying.

"There are...ghosts...zombies..." The young man's pupils almost spread, and he only heard the voices and said subconsciously.

Zhuang Xiaoya sighed and said, "I can't save you anymore."

Yan Ning took out a golden needle and stabbed it on the young man: "I can barely restore his consciousness and ask him the last few questions."

The young man was stabbed with a golden needle by Yan Ning and screamed suddenly, his eyes became much clearer, but the pain in his lower body made him scream continuously. In desperation, Yan Ning could only cut off his nerve center and save him from pain.

"what happened?"

The young man raised his head blankly: "Am I going to die?"

Yan Ning couldn't hide it: "Yes... tell us what happened, we can stop the tragedy from happening, or help you get revenge."

After hearing this, the young man calmed down: "It was a female corpse in the funeral home. She suddenly woke up, and all of us... were killed by her."

When young people talk, blood spills out of their mouths from time to time, and their voices get smaller and smaller.

"Where is she now?"

"I went to the back mountain, probably to the crematorium..."

Before Yan Ning could continue to ask, the young man closed his eyes and left safely.

Yan Ning sighed and said to Zhuang Xiaoya: "They should be coming from the firing squad. You go and pick them up. I will help this young man to save him."

Zhuang Xiaoya nodded, and the sound of the car engine came from outside the funeral home. Zhuang Xiaoya hurried out to pick her up.

Yan Ning sat cross-legged and recited the mantra of rebirth next to the young man's corpse. After a while, the young man's spirit floated out and turned into blue smoke and dissipated.

At this time, Zhuang Xiaoya led Xing Zheng and the other two into the scene. No surprise, the three of them looked very good.

Peng Jun asked: "What exactly happened here?"

Yan Ning stood up and explained: "Uncle Peng, your enemy is a big deal this time. They have refined your daughter into a zombie. Everything here is done by Peng Xiaoyu."

"What, what!" Peng Jun said in disbelief with wide eyes.

Xing Zheng and Teng Yi took out the gun and opened the insurance: "Where is she now?"

"He went to the direction of the crematorium." Zhuang Xiaoya replied.

Seeing that Peng Jun was unstable, Yan Ning sighed: "Punishment Squad, Teng Yi, the demon who refined the corpse is probably still in this mountain, so you two should just send Uncle Peng down the mountain. Just solve it with Xiaoya and I here!"

After hearing this, Xing Zheng felt it was reasonable. After all, Peng Jun's identity was too high. If something happened to him, no one present could afford it.

But Peng Jun didn't think so. He took the gun in Tengyi's hand and said with a firm face: "Since this is caused by my daughter, then I, a father, cannot escape by myself. I want to stay here, I want to stop my daughter... I also want to kill that turtle grandson with my own hands!"

Peng Jun's bloodiness was fully demonstrated at this moment!

After he chose this path of military personnel, he had not even been able to sleep well for decades. Although he killed many bad guys, he also sent many unforgivable bad guys to prison with his own hands and received countless military medals, but what he received was endless threats.

Every day in his dream, he would dream of those bad people who had been killed by him coming to the door and threaten him with the lives of his family.

Until that cold winter more than ten years ago, something he had been worried about happened. After a bandit was released from prison, he broke into his house and killed his wife first and then.

For more than ten years, he has been immersed in the pain of not being able to protect his family and cannot extricate himself. He did not expect that a tragedy would still happen more than ten years later.

Even after the death of his beloved daughter, the group of people could not let her go. They turned a pure and kind girl into a monster stained with countless blood!

"I... I want to kill him with my own hands!" Peng Jun let out a low roar from the depths of his throat.
Chapter completed!