Chapter 2350 Powerless

There are many types of corpse cultivators, including living corpses like Ye Fenghuang and natural corpses like Pan Sheng. Such corpses are rare and almost rare to encounter. The normal ones are walking corpses, which can be trained into iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, and even gold corpses.

Of course, Zhang Yu didn't know what the golden corpse looked like or how powerful it was. Zhang Yu only heard Old Wangtou mention that it was almost impossible to see a golden corpse in this world. Because in the bud of cultivation, they will basically be killed by the cultivators and will never be allowed to continue to make breakthroughs.

Zhang Yu could even realize that even with Ye Fenghuang's cultivation level, he was no match for the Golden Corpse.

Yang corpses are another type of corpse cultivator and are at the same level as Yin corpses, but generally speaking, Yang corpses are often stronger than Yin corpses.

The highest level of corpse cultivator is the corpse king. Old Wangtou said that there are only two kinds of corpse cultivators who can become corpse kings. One is the one who upgrades from walking corpse to golden corpse step by step, and the other is Yang corpse. Why is it said that the Yang Corpse can cultivate into the Corpse King, but the Yin Corpse cannot? It seems to be because the Yin Corpse's Yin Qi is too heavy and cannot break through to the highest realm. What exactly happened, Lao Wangtou couldn't explain.

Not even a golden corpse can survive in this world, let alone a corpse king. Most of the walking corpses are refined by masters of the evil sect. At most, these masters can upgrade the corpses to the realm of silver corpses. The Silver Corpse already possesses very high wisdom and is no different from a normal person, but no one will let the Silver Corpse cultivate into a Gold Corpse. Even if conditions permit.

Because after reaching the Golden Corpse, you will not be controlled by anyone at all, and the servant relationship of the past will not continue. If the person raising the corpse is not strong enough, he may be killed directly by the Golden Corpse.

The horror of the Yang Corpse is not inferior to that of the Golden Corpse. In terms of cultivation level, it is easier than the Golden Corpse. After all, it has talent bonus.

But Zhang Yu didn't know the details of how to practice it. He knew that only those born in the yang year, yang month, yang day, yang hour, could become yang corpses.

Zhang Yu was already a little worried. If Xi Tong became a Yang corpse, it would be a big trouble.

Fortunately, I have a horoscope, and I can always find someone if I know Xi Tong's birth date. But Zhang Yu frowned. He only thought about the birth date, but he also needed Xi Tong's underwear.

This intimate clothing does not mean that it only needs to be worn, but it must be worn for a certain period of time. If it takes too long, it will definitely not work because the smell of the original owner has been lost.

By this time, Song Feng and Xi Huai had already been chatting for a while, and everything that needed to be said had been said.

Zhang Yu took the opportunity to say, "I wonder if you have any intimate clothing that Xi Tong once wore in your home."

Although he knew that Xi Tong's underwear might not work, it was still better than nothing, so he would try it first.

"Underwear..." Xi Huai and his wife looked at each other, and Xi Huai frowned and said, "When we moved, his clothes seemed to have been burned..."

Li Ping also nodded and said: "In order not to arouse suspicion, I burned all his clothes... By the way, what is the use of this..."

"Because Xi Tong cannot be seen, the close-fitting clothing may be helpful for the Taoist priest to tell his fortune." Zhang Yu said.

"This..." Li Ping suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, I should have saved the pocket he wore when he was a child... Just wait for me..."

After saying that, Liping stood up and ran towards the bedroom.

Zhang Yu could hear her rummaging through boxes and cabinets. After a long time, Liping finally came out, holding a red pocket in her hand.

She came to the sofa and handed Doudou to Zhang Yu, "This is his only underwear..."

Zhang Yu frowned secretly. Originally, four or five years had been a long enough time, but now using the same pocket that Xi Tong wore as a child, isn't this nonsense? But he still took it, no matter what, he was acting like a dead horse.

The living room became quiet. Song Feng glanced at Zhang Yu and the two exchanged glances. Then Song Feng said goodbye and promised Xi Huai and his wife that he would definitely clear up Xi Tong's grievances and allow Xi Tong to live an upright life. .

The four of them left and got into the car. Song Feng said impatiently: "Brother, how is the situation? We only know that Xi Tong is still alive, but we haven't found any valuable information. You asked him his birth date. What’s the use?”

Zhang Yu smiled slightly and said: "There must be uses for it. Don't worry first. Let's go back to Zhenhai."

"What's the point? You're trying to kill me..." Song Feng curled his lips and said with a frown.

"I'll tell you later." Zhang Yu smiled slightly and spread the palm of his right hand. With a thought in his mind, he naturally used the Circle Light Technique.

However, nothing appeared in Zhang Yu's palm. This situation only shows two problems. One is that the person is too far away and is not in the service area at all. The other is that the person is dead.

Zhang Yu frowned. He originally wanted to use this trick to find Xi Tong, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

He then took out the eight-character fortune-telling chart and Xi Tong's pocket. He spoke plausibly at first, then bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The needle on the compass was motionless and seemed to be inoperable.

Zhang Yu was disappointed for a while. The two best tricks to find someone didn't work. The clues we finally got were probably going to be interrupted again.

Song Feng didn't know what he meant, and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

These words made it very difficult for Zhang Yu to answer. He couldn't say that his method was not working well.

"Haha..." Zhang Yu laughed dryly and said, "It's nothing, let's... go home first..."

He closed his eyes helplessly, leaned on the back seat of the car, and collected himself.

Song Feng sat next to him, looking puzzled when he saw him like this. Zhang Yu was quite energetic just now, but why is there no movement now.

Zhang Qingfeng was responsible for driving, and the car drove all the way towards the highway.

There was nothing to say on the way, so we drove all night and finally returned to Zhenhai, Song Feng's home.

Because Song Feng's home was too small, Zhang Yu asked Zhang Qingfeng and Wang Chunlan to rest in the hotel. He and Song Feng went upstairs and returned to Song Feng's home.

Sitting all the way back in the car, although the two of them closed their eyes, neither one could fall asleep.

There were only two of them at home. Song Feng asked: "Brother, have you discovered anything?"

"I'm not afraid of your jokes... I thought I found a clue... but it turned out that my work was in vain..." Zhang Yu simply told the truth.

"Ah?" Song Feng shook his body feebly, "My hard work was really in vain..."

"Yes." Zhang Yu nodded, feeling weak in his heart. He had obviously discovered the problem, but the breakthrough seemed to be in front of him, but it was not in front of him.

He came to the sofa and sat down, leaning his back on the sofa, raising his chin and looking at the ceiling.

He has gone through countless troubles, but never like this time, he was completely helpless.

"Ring ring ring..."

At this moment, the phone in Zhang Yu's pocket rang.

He took out his cell phone and saw that the call was from Pan Yun.