Lin Heng had already utilized Near and Far. Once he knew that the location was Jingshui Lake, he no longer needed to match Yan Tong's speed.

If he could get there early, perhaps he could still save some people.

When he was still quite a distance from Jingshui Lake, Lin Heng could already sense the overwhelming Corpse Qi.

There were three distinct presences.

Each one more powerful than the Cultivated Evil Corpse Demon from the crematorium!

The three presences converged, and the entire sky was darkened.

"Daoist Lin..."

Upon reaching the outskirts of Jingshui Lake, a weak yet astonished voice could be heard.

Lin Heng looked in the direction of the voice and under an ancient cypress tree, saw a familiar figure.

It was none other than Captain Zhou Ming of the Spirit Suppression Bureau.

At this point, Zhou Ming was extremely weak, half-laying and leaning against the cypress tree, with fresh red blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His hand was clutching his abdomen, which seemed to have been gouged open, blood gushing nonstop.

"Don't go..."

Zhou Ming's face was pale, enduring severe pain, and he shook his head towards Lin Heng with difficulty.

"Leave quickly... Don't go..."

His eyes showed a lingering fear, not wanting this Daoist to go to his death.

Lin Heng landed in front of him, glanced at the intense Corpse Qi emanating from his abdomen, frowned slightly, and decisively began to expel the Yin Qi in his body with Innate True Qi.

"Daoist..."

Zhou Ming felt his body warm up a bit, gratitude appeared in his eyes, but he shook his head bitterly and said:

"It's useless."

"I've been infected with Corpse Poison. The Yin Qi in my body can be expelled, but the Corpse Poison is beyond help..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Daoist, do me a favor, kill me."

"I don't want to become a zombie..." Zhou Ming's smile was filled with despair.

But Lin Heng was unfazed and said, "Don't think nonsense, there is a cure!"

"Is there still hope?"

Zhou Ming couldn't help but bitterly smile, his tone weak, "Daoist, you don't need to comfort me. I know what level of Corpse Poison I've been infected with. Unless it's with a Maoshan Daoist's talisman from those days, otherwise I..."

"Hmm?"

Suddenly Zhou Ming's words stopped abruptly.

His pupils contracted sharply, disbelief filled his eyes.

He was witnessing Daoist Lin before him, silently aligning his fingers, and directly drawing as if dragons and snakes moved on paper.

Between those two fingers, divine light glimmered, leaving marks in the air.

Before he could blink.

A talisman emitting extremely profound energy suddenly materialized in front of him.

"What the hell!!!"

Zhou Ming, not knowing where he found the strength, exclaimed, which caused his abdomen to ache sharply, grimacing in pain.

Yet even so, his face still carried an expression of incredulous shock.

Lin Heng ignored his astonishment and casually patted the Shangqing Spirit-Attaching Talisman onto him, the red spell characters on the talisman seemed to come alive, like tiny snakes, slithering into Zhou Ming's limbs and body through his pores.

Visibly, golden light emanated from his bloodstream.

The golden light aggressively chased the Corpse Poison.

Zhou Ming only felt something continuously leaving his abdomen, not in pain, but feeling extremely warm instead.

"Oh my god!!"

"Oh my god!!!"

This unbelievable situation left Zhou Ming with his mouth agape, dumbfounded.

"Take a good rest."

Lin Heng patted his shoulder, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a fading shadow that vanished with the wind.

Meanwhile, Yan Tong, who was late, finally arrived here.

"Captain Zhou? How are you?"

Seeing Zhou Ming half-laying under the tree, Yan Tong instantly showed worry on her face.

But the next second, she noticed the talisman on Zhou Ming.

"Wait... This is..."

Her brows furrowed into a line, suddenly exclaiming:

"Could this be a... Maoshan Shangqing Spirit-Attaching Talisman?"

"How do you have such a talisman?"

She was incredulous.

The Shangqing Spirit-Attaching Talisman is a unique talisman of Maoshan, reputed to be as high as Fifth Grade, mainly used for expelling Corpse Poison.

The Spirit Suppression Bureau didn't possess such a talisman.

The only reason she could recognize it was because there was a record of such a talisman in the archives from those years!

"Wait... could it be the Observatory Master who gave it to you?" Yan Tong asked in surprise.

"Exactly!"

Zhou Ming was filled with excitement.

"Yan Tong, do you know what skill the Observatory Master used just now?"

"He was drawing a talisman!"

"With no materials at all, he directly drew a talisman out of thin air!!"

Zhou Ming's voice trembled, even now, he hadn't recovered from the shock.

Yan Tong was utterly confused by what she heard.

"Drawing a talisman out of thin air? How is that possible?"

"Captain Zhou, could you be..." Yan Tong hesitated to speak, eyes filled with concern, Zhou Ming's excited words made her fear it was a sign of losing consciousness.

But Zhou Ming was utterly certain.

"It's true, the Daoist drew a talisman right in front of me, how could I be mistaken?"

Yan Tong frowned, "The art of Talisman is mysterious and unfathomable, the required materials are extremely complex, how could it be..."

Yan Tong's words abruptly stopped, as she thought of something, disbelief appeared in her eyes.

After making eye contact with Zhou Ming, her face turned to shock, blurting out:

"Heaven-Reaching Talisman?!"

Boom!

No sooner had the words left her mouth.

Thunder sounded from deep within Jingshui Lake.

Yan Tong was momentarily stunned, put aside her shock: "I'll go bring the injured people out, Captain Zhou, don't move around."

With that, she hurried towards the battlefield.

Zhou Ming gazed in that direction, laughing and reflecting continuously:

"Heaven-Reaching Talisman, the legendary Heaven-Reaching Talisman..."

"Who would have thought that in my lifetime, I would witness such Divine Techniques?"

...

Deep within Jingshui Lake.

The Spirit Suppression Bureau's base had become a complete ruin.

Members of the Spirit Suppression Bureau were scattered everywhere, some already dead, some struggling on the ground, and most of the dead were drained of blood on the spot.

Those still alive were muddled with consciousness, struggling to breathe under the corrosion of Corpse Poison.

When Lin Heng arrived, a female corpse adorned with luxurious headwear was clutching Lu Guoshuang by the throat, preparing to taste his blood.

Lin Heng didn't hesitate at all, a Palm Thunder struck out, catching the Consort Corpse off guard, causing Lu Guoshuang to drop from its hands to the ground.

"Hmm?"

The Consort Corpse's gaze of shocked anger directed itself over, when it saw it was a Daoist, a trace of frenzy appeared in its deathly pale eyes.

"Dao...ist...is a Dao...ist..."

The Consort Corpse seemed to have not spoken for a long time, so much so that its vocal cords were nearly destroyed, the sound it made was extremely hoarse, like sharpening a blade.

On the other side.

The King Corpse, having just devoured a member alive, thundered down in front of Lin Heng upon hearing the commotion.

Its body was tall and stout, adorned in a python robe with details indistinguishable, yet still gave off a sense of grandeur and authority.

The King Corpse's aura was majestic, not only was it unafraid upon seeing the Daoist, but it was also incredibly excited.

"An Innate Daoist? Good, good."

"Feast time!"

"My child, something delicious!!"

King Corpse roared with laughter.

The feeble Lu Guoshuang beside it struggled to shout with all his might: "Watch your step!"

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