At this moment, the tattoo wriggled strangely, peeling away from Lei Mingyu's body bit by bit.

After a moment, Fatty couldn't help but widen his eyes. He saw clearly that the tattoo was an angry Vajra, holding a bronze mace.

The angry Vajra stood in front of Lei Mingyu, its stature as tall as the golden-armored general.

Under "Chen Hao's" control, the golden-armored general swung his sword, a single strike cleaving down. The Vajra glared furiously, blocking with its mace. The sword and mace collided, emitting a deafening hum.

In that instant, both seemed to suffer a considerable backlash, their towering figures becoming much more illusory.

Watching this scene, Jiang Cheng rapidly calculated the situation before him.

Lei Mingyu also appeared to be a disciple, and the "Chen Hao" fighting him, needless to say, had also been a disciple in life, and… undoubtedly from the Yin path.

Connecting to the clues gathered earlier, the scam called corpse driving slowly surfaced.

These paper figures were all filled with the souls of Yin path practitioners, and one of their goals was to seize the bodies of people like them.

As for the reason, it was easy to guess. The bodies of these Yin path practitioners had been eroded by the Gate within them to the point of near collapse, and they needed new bodies.

What truly shocked Jiang Cheng was that "Chen Hao" could actually use the power of the Gate to fight Lei Mingyu.

This meant that after seizing a new body through possession, the original Gate still remained.

The Gate didn't seem to exist within the physical body, but rather parasitized the soul directly.

Although this ritual was excessively brutal, its effect was obvious. If used properly, did that mean one could endlessly seize bodies, thereby replacing the remnants that had been eroded by the Gate?

Following this line of thought, overusing the Gate's power didn't seem so terrifying anymore.

One only needed to continuously seize new bodies, and the terrible consequences brought by backlash would be resolved.

Compared to backlash, changing to an unfamiliar body didn't seem so unacceptable.

Especially since they could choose.

They could choose the "body" they liked, then lure them in to participate in the ritual.

Just like what was happening tonight.

Hearing the fierce fighting beside him, Jiang Cheng had no time to think. The golden-armored general controlled by "Chen Hao" fought fiercely with the angry Vajra from Lei Mingyu's Gate, and for a time it was difficult to tell who was winning.

Before one wave subsided, another rose. "Du Moyu" took a deep breath, his stomach slowly bulging, his face turning purplish. Even Fatty could see that he was about to unleash a big move.

Just as Fatty came to the doctor's side, planning to use his flexible movements to avoid "Du Moyu's" attack at any time, an unexpected scene appeared.

"Du Moyu" made a strange whimpering sound in his throat, then his neck stiffened and he "wa" sound as he vomited.

Fatty: “???”

Staring at the pool of foul-smelling black liquid on the ground, Fatty blinked, revealing a look of disdain that said, "I prepared for so long, and you show me this?"

But the next second, Fatty couldn't laugh anymore, because he saw out of the corner of his eye that a purplish-red, withered arm suddenly emerged from the black liquid, its five fingers spread open, the sharp nails reflecting a cold light in the night.

"Holy crap!" Fatty was dumbfounded. "What the hell is this?"

"Hehehe..." "Du Moyu" looked at them with a gloomy face, raised his sleeve, and wiped away the black sticky liquid remaining at the corner of his mouth.

Soon, a slightly stiff figure crawled out of the liquid.

It was actually a zombie with a long braid and wearing an official uniform from the previous dynasty.

Several fangs protruded from its mouth, and even from a distance, one could smell a gust of fishy wind blowing.

Strangely enough, after the zombie-like guy crawled out, the liquid on the ground also disappeared.

"Kill him!" "Du Moyu" pointed at Fatty.

"Haha!" Jia Jinliang and the others couldn't help but laugh.

"This is really heaven helping me!"

But before the zombie could leap up, suddenly, "Du Moyu" seemed to receive some kind of signal, and glanced at the coffin with a hint of fear, a strange unwillingness appearing on his face.

Then, under the wary gazes of the crowd, "Du Moyu" turned around and pointed his finger at Jia Jinliang, who was laughing the loudest. "Kill them first!"

Jia Jinliang stopped laughing.

The zombie looked stiff, but its movements were very fast, moving like the wind.

In just two leaps, it jumped in front of Jia Jinliang and the others. Yu Chengmu sneered, immediately retreated, and distanced himself from Jia Jinliang.

The incident happened suddenly, and Jia Jinliang instantly panicked. Neither he nor A Biao, who firmly stood by his side, noticed, nor could they have noticed, that even Yu Chengmu's figure was not left in the zombie's cold eyes.

A Biao pulled Jia Jinliang over and used his body to block in front of him.

The zombie swung its arm, and a huge palm like a cattail fan slammed heavily on A Biao's chest, with enough force to tear a person apart.

But a shocking scene appeared. After the slap, A Biao was still standing in place, but the clothes on his upper body were completely torn, and there were five terrifying wounds on his chest.

The flesh of the wounds was turned outwards, but strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed out, as if... as if the blood in A Biao's body had been drained.

Even more bizarrely, along the wound, gray gas was constantly overflowing.

The gas floated and soon entangled the zombie's body, drilling into it along various orifices, mouth, nose, ears, and even eyes...

The zombie let out a dull roar, constantly attacking the gray gas in front of it.

Fatty had sharp eyes and stared at the strange gray gas. "It doesn't seem to be gas, it's... it's bugs! Many, many bugs!"

Now the situation was already very clear. This A Biao was also a disciple, and the Gate in his body was even more bizarre, able to kill people invisibly.

A Biao controlled the swarm of insects to fight with the purple-faced zombie. Jia Jinliang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He shifted his gaze to "Chen Hao," who was focused on controlling the golden-armored general to fight Lei Mingyu with his back to them. After a moment, he frowned and came up with a plan.

He lowered his voice and said a few words in A Biao's ear. After hearing this, A Biao also looked at "Chen Hao's" position, then glanced at the paper figures next to the coffin.

The battle next to the coffin was equally fierce. Chen Hao and Du Moyu's paper figures kept dodging the attacks of the other paper figures. Fortunately, the paper figures generally moved stiffly, and the damage caused was limited.

But even so, in order to cover Du Moyu, Chen Hao's paper figure was covered in wounds. "I'll hold them back, you go find Lei Mingyu quickly!"

Du Moyu's paper figure stiffly raised its arm, blocked a paper figure's punch, turned around and said, "I'm not leaving, we'll leave together!"

Now the two of them could barely manage, if he retreated, Chen Hao would definitely die here.

Retracting his gaze, A Biao moved his mind, and the swarm of insects suddenly shrank and gathered. Just as the purple-faced zombie was preparing to resist this wave of attacks, it didn't expect the swarm of insects to make a feint and suddenly shoot towards "Chen Hao's" back.