The coffin lid, weighing at least several tens of kilograms, unexpectedly flew more than three meters high, accompanied by a dark green corpse gas gushing out from the coffin.

Amidst the lingering corpse gas, Xie Lao Er sat up straight from the coffin.

My heart sank, realizing that things were not good. Xie Lao Er's sanitary pad, which was supposed to be stuck to his forehead, had disappeared.

Xie Lao Er's head twisted stiffly as his lifeless gray eyes slowly scanned across the faces of the people. Anyone who met his gaze couldn't help but feel terrified.

"A corpse transformation! A corpse transformation!"

The terrified bearers began to shout. The crowd instantly descended into chaos, scrambling in all directions to flee.

Even Xie Qiang and his mother were petrified. Xie Qiang was completely dumbfounded, standing there like a wooden post, his face pale.

At that moment, Xie Qiang perhaps realized the grave mistake he had made.

However, it was already too late to undo what had been done.

Xie Lao Er stood up from the coffin, his two fangs tearing through his lips, his face incredibly ferocious.

My gaze shifted to his fingers and I noticed that like Uncle Qi Er before, his fingertips had turned pitch black, as if poisoned.

I knew very well that within those dark nails lay a terrifying corpse poison. Once scratched by those nails, one would be infected with the corpse poison.

"Run! Run quickly!" I desperately waved my hand, urging those people to run downhill with me.

Suddenly, Xie Lao Er leaped out of the coffin and swiftly approached his wife.

Xie Lao Er's wife was already paralyzed with fear, lying limp on the ground with a blank expression, repeatedly muttering, "Such a calamity! What a calamity!"

Xie Lao Er tilted his head, his lifeless gray eyes staring fixedly at his wife.

We had initially thought that Xie Lao Er wouldn't attack his wife, but who could have known that a person undergoing a corpse transformation had no conscious thoughts and only possessed an instinctive bloodlust.

Xie Lao Er spread open his arms and forcefully pinned his wife to the ground, revealing his sharp fangs as he ruthlessly bit into her neck.

At this critical moment, the older bearer bravely rushed back and thrust the wooden stick he used for carrying the coffin into Xie Lao Er's mouth.

With a crisp sound, the razor-sharp fangs bit down on the wooden stick, unexpectedly snapping it as thick as an arm.

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The older bearer yelled at Xie Qiang, "Help me!"

Xie Qiang, who was in a daze, snapped back to his senses. Though terrified, he rushed forward. Grabbing Xie Lao Er's collar, he forcefully pulled his mother up and ran away, dragging her along.

Xie Lao Er, who had undergone a corpse transformation, possessed immense strength. With a casual wave of his hand, the thick wooden stick broke. The older bearer, like being struck by a heavy blow, felt an immense force transmitted through the stick to his hands, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and blood to flow. He flew back several meters like a kite with a broken string, directly hanging from a big tree branch.

The others had already run far ahead, leaving only Xie Qiang and his mother behind.

Xie Qiang's mother's limbs went weak, almost collapsing into a pile of mud. She couldn't even walk steadily, let alone run. After only a few steps, she stumbled, and Xie Qiang fell to the ground with her.

This delay allowed Xie Lao Er to catch up from behind, his sharp claws without hesitation, ready to scratch his wife.

In this moment of danger, Xie Qiang, at least, was a filial son. He spread open his arms and shielded his mother in front of him.

It was evident that Xie Qiang was also frightened, as his hands trembled violently.

But in order to protect his mother, he held on tightly, even if it meant sacrificing his own life to ensure her safety.

"Dad, it's me, Qiangzi! Dad, open your eyes and look at me, I'm Qiangzi!" Xie Qiang cried out to Xie Lao Er with all his heart, tears streaming down his face.

As a son, how he wished that at this moment he could awaken his father.

But his father was already a lifeless corpse, how could he hear his heartfelt calls?

In Xie Lao Er's eyes, there were only "prey" and no family.

So Xie Qiang's calls did not stop Xie Lao Er from attacking. His dark claws aimed directly at Xie Qiang's forehead.

With one swipe of those claws, Xie Qiang would lose his life. His entire skull might be torn off.

At this critical moment, I suddenly remembered the "Samadhi True Fire Talisman" in my pocket. This talisman was given to me by Master Ku Cripple to protect myself when faced with a threat of death.

But at this moment, I didn't think about it much. All I wanted was to save someone.

Although Xie Qiang and I had quarreled and had conflicts, seeing his filial piety towards his mother, I decided to intervene and save him.

This showed that Xie Qiang's nature wasn't bad. Although he made mistakes, they didn't deserve death.

"In haste as if conforming to the law!"

I took out the "Samadhi True Fire Talisman" and ran behind Xie Lao Er.

As I chanted the spell, the flame pattern on the talisman instantly ignited, turning the Samadhi True Fire Talisman into a fireball in my hand.

Without thinking twice, I used all my strength to slap the Samadhi True Fire Talisman onto Xie Lao Er's back.

At this moment, Xie Lao Er's claws were just centimeters away from Xie Qiang's forehead.

"Wuwa—"

Xie Lao Er let out a miserable scream, spewing out a mouthful of corpse gas, and flew straight forward.

The force of my palm was far from enough to send Xie Lao Er flying. It was mainly the power of the Samadhi True Fire Talisman.

In a flash of lightning, Xie Qiang had already walked a round through the gates of the underworld.

If I hadn't risked my life to save him, Xie Qiang would have been lying dead on the spot.

Startled, Xie Qiang stood there as if he had been put under a petrification spell, his face pale as if covered in frost. He stared at me in disbelief, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

After being attacked by the Samadhi True Fire Talisman, Xie Lao Er howled in pain, rolling on the ground. A blazing flame engulfed him, but that flame was peculiar—it wouldn't burn people or harm Xie Lao Er's corpse. The true fire only incinerated the soul.

After rolling several times on the ground, Xie Lao Er finally stopped moving, and his howls ceased abruptly.

The mountains and forests returned to their previous silence. As the wind blew, a chill ran down my spine, soaking my back with cold sweat.

The people who had fled had all stopped in their tracks, looking at me with admiration, as if they were looking at a hero.