Just as they arrived at the village entrance, Xiaoqing, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly became alert, tilted his head, and his black tongue swayed back and forth in the air.

Mahoraga just glanced at Xiaoqing’s unusual behavior without paying any attention to it, and then followed Yeyu into the village.

It’s a bit of a stretch to call it a village. Looking around, I saw only seven or eight thatched houses. Located in this desolate and barren valley, they looked a bit out of place.

“Who are you? What are you doing in our village?” As Ye Yu was walking, two young men holding dung forks jumped out from the side and looked at Ye Yu and his companions with great vigilance. Then, dozens of heads popped out from behind the thatched houses around them, all staring at Ye Yu and his companions.

Seeing this, Mahoraga took a step forward, demonic energy surging on his body and a sharp light flashing in his eyes. Those people faintly exuded a hint of forbidden power, which made Mahoraga feel palpitations.

Ye Yu reached out to stop Mahoraga and said slowly in a normal tone, “Ask for directions.”

Even Mahoraga couldn’t figure out what was going on with these people, so how could he know? It was just that he didn’t sense any hostility from them.

He was not a person who killed indiscriminately. Since the other party had no hostility, he naturally would not attack them at will. Moreover, the power of those people made Ye Yu a little curious.

“Ask for directions? Where are you two going?” A weathered voice came from the crowd. Looking in the direction of the voice, an old man, leaning on a wooden crutch, walked out slowly with the help of his entourage.

Ye Yu looked at the hunched old man in front of him wearing a blue cloth shirt. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was not a sense of déjà vu, but a sense of familiarity with the fluctuating power in the old man.

Looking at the other people in the village, Ye Yu suddenly understood where this sense of familiarity came from.

Neither alive nor dead, neither yin nor yang, these people are zombies just like him, but the zombies in this village are different from Ye Yu and the others.

“Yin Yue Dynasty, I wonder if you can give me some advice.” Ye Yu stared at the old man in front of him, carefully feeling the strange power on his body.

“It’s no problem for me to point the way, but I’m afraid that even if I point the way, you still won’t be able to get out.” The old man leaned on his crutches and looked past Ye Yu and the other man at the black wooden stake standing at the entrance of the village, his expression somewhat lonely.

Following the old man’s gaze, Mahoragi looked at the black wooden stake. She felt even more uneasy because she hadn’t noticed it when she entered the village just now.

“I want to leave, but this thing can’t stop me.” Ye Yu just glanced at it lightly, and the evil spirit turned into a blood-red little dragon, entwining around the wooden stake, instantly weakening the power of Mahoragi’s palpitations.

The expressions of the people in the village also changed. When they looked at Ye Yu again, the vigilance in their eyes turned into fanaticism.

You read it right, it was fanaticism. The sudden change of the villagers made Ye Yu frown slightly, feeling confused.

“Can you suppress the curse?” The old man stepped forward tremblingly and looked at Ye Yu with respect. His trembling lips and the tears of blood flowing from his eyes were enough to show how excited he was.

When Mahoragi saw the tears of blood in the old man’s eyes, he knew the old man’s identity. However, he had only heard of the curse he mentioned and had never seen it himself.

I guess what caused his palpitations was the so-called curse.

“Curse?” “Yes, our tribe is a cursed tribe.” Seeing that Ye Yu was puzzled, the old man slowly began to tell the story.

What Ye Yu and Mahoraga did not expect was that this village with only seven or eight thatched huts and dozens of people actually considered itself a tribe. The old man at the head was the leader of this small tribe, named Kui.

According to Kui’s narration, their tribe was called Jishan Tribe, and was previously affiliated with the Huaxia Alliance, which was a small tribe that followed Huangdi in his conquests.

At that time, Huangdi and Chiyou fought at Mount Ji. Although it was only a small conflict, it became extremely brutal because the generals of both sides were extremely fierce. The battle lasted for two days and one night, and it was so fierce that it was dark and chaotic.

In that battle, the general of the Huaxia Alliance was Hou Qing. Hou Qing was a fierce general, but he was outnumbered and in the end, he was killed by two fierce generals, Shengyi and Fu Jun, from the Jiuli tribe.

The Huaxia Alliance was defeated and Huangdi was busy with the war, thus neglecting Houqing’s body, which resulted in Houqing’s body being exposed in the wilderness. Houqing’s soul was filled with murderous intent and resentment, which gradually became a disaster, and then merged with the soul of the monster. Houqing’s remaining body was thus revived and became the Demon Ancestor Houqing.

Hou Qing merged with the Qilin into a zombie out of extreme resentment, and thus possessed an extremely strong power of curse. However, Huangtian had already been established at that time, and Huangdi lived there as the ancestor and was blessed by heaven. Hou Qing’s curse was useless to them, so they vented their resentment on the Jishan tribe. The reason was that Hou Qing’s body was near the Jishan tribe, but no one came to collect his body.

Even though the ancient gods Gou Chen, Di Zang and others later suppressed and sealed Hou Qing, the curse of the Jishan tribe could not be eradicated. This curse lasted for thousands of years.

The people of the cursed Jishan tribe can never leave the village. Once they leave the village, they will suffer the pain of being devoured by corpses until they die in agony.

There used to be more than 300 people in the tribe, but today, there are only about 70 people left. What’s more painful is that all the cursed members of the tribe have turned into zombies, neither dead nor indestructible, and can only stay in the village forever.

They tried various methods, but all were in vain. Even the ancient gods could not resolve Hou Qing’s curse, so what could they do? As time passed, the Jishan tribe, like Hou Qing, was forgotten in the long river of history.

“The Demon Ancestor Hou Qing is quite interesting.” Ye Yu’s eyes lit up when he heard this. He had previously absorbed the essence and blood of Jiang Chen in Mount Tai and gained a lot. He did not expect that he would lose his way in Jiuyou, but he could accidentally find the whereabouts of Hou Qing. This could be considered an unexpected gain.

After listening to what Kui said, Mahoraga on the side also understood in his heart. The Demon Ancestor Houqing was the most mysterious existence among the four ancestral zombies. Only a few words were left about him in ancient books, but there was some introduction to Houqing’s curse.

Hou Qing cursed that anyone who died due to resentment would be transformed into a zombie to seek revenge. However, this was later suppressed by the ancient gods, and with the rise of the human race, the curse was gradually suppressed by the luck of the human race, so that many people forgot about it.

But I never thought that I would meet the person cursed by Hou Qing in the Nine Netherworld.

“If Your Excellency can lift the curse on our people, the Jishan tribe is willing to swear an oath to heaven and earth that our descendants will be loyal to Your Excellency for hundreds of generations!” After talking about Jishan’s past, Kui was already in tears of blood. They have lived in this dark place for millions of years in a half-dead state, suffering endless torture. No one knows the pain in their hearts.

If it weren’t for the last glimmer of hope left for the Jishan tribe, they would rather die in the pain of being devoured by the corpse.

“I don’t know how to remove the curse, but there are other methods that I can try.”

Ye Yu thought for a moment and slowly said that he was more interested in Hou Qing than the Jishan tribe. (End of this chapter)