Free Web NovelChapter 1678: Chapter 971: Corpse Refining (Part 2)
No, these are not humans, they are Ghosts, or... or corpses!
The closer they got to the Horse-faced Ghost, the more terrifying the decay of the corpses was. The corpse with its hand on the Horse-faced Ghost’s shoulder had almost completely rotted away.
Mist surrounded them, and the Chaos Burial Mound underfoot had disappeared. Chen Nang and the Trickster were shocked by the scene before them.
They understood that the Horse-faced Ghost’s domain had vanished. More precisely, the Horse-faced Ghost had been suppressed by those... those lined up, zombie-like things.
And all of this was simply because Yang Xiao had disappeared for a few minutes midway, it was all his doing.
From this moment on, the inappropriate thoughts in the Trickster’s heart vanished completely, and he profoundly realized the gap between him and Yang Xiao.
Although both were of the same level as Angel Envoys, and in terms of spiritual power strength, he could still win by some, it was useless. He couldn’t beat him. Even with Chen Nang, Ku Daoist, and the others joining forces, they were no match.
No wonder this man could mingle with Wu Qingcang of the Overlord Spear. He truly had the qualifications. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
"Impressive, Ming Emperor, is this... all your doing?" A figure stumbled out from the depths of the mist, it was indeed Ku Daoist.
At this moment, Ku Daoist had scratches on his face, bloodstains marked his body, and his clothes were torn, yet he still carried the aura of a worldly master.
Ku Daoist stared at the string of apostle puppets, and the Horse-faced Ghost at the front, seemingly perceiving some clue.
But Yang Xiao didn’t waste words and walked up directly to face the Horse-faced Ghost, taking the wooden shackles from his hand.
The wooden shackles were heavy, clearly not the weight of dried wood, as if soaked in blood. More eerily, shortly after holding it, a strange thought flashed in Yang Xiao’s mind: he wanted to claim the wooden shackles for himself, in a way that meant slicing open his belly and stuffing these shackles inside, not letting anyone else touch them.
Realizing the peculiarity of this object, Yang Xiao immediately sealed it in a special box. It was then he noticed that both his hands that had touched the wooden shackles were corroded to varying degrees, the skin on his palms peeling off, yet he felt no pain. freёweɓnovel.com
As Yang Xiao took the wooden shackles, the figure of the Horse-faced Ghost disappeared, and with the suppressed Horse-faced Ghost gone, the corpses behind began to stir again, scattering to seek living shoulders to clasp.
Seeing this scene, the color on the faces of those present changed slightly, and they immediately retreated, avoiding the pursuit of the corpse puppets. They dared not act rashly because they couldn’t fathom Yang Xiao’s intentions. After all, these ghostly things were Yang Xiao’s doing.
Yang Xiao had no intention of making things difficult for them. As he found the Ghost Fog Bottle and closed it, the corpse puppets vanished along with the mist.
Yang Xiao didn’t tell them the way to escape the pursuit of the puppets from the Ghost Fog Bottle, it was one of his trump cards, not to be revealed lightly.
Wu Qingcang had warned him not to trust these people. He had seen these guys’ crimes, to be honest, they were not much better than the Five Guardians of the Withered Bone Pavilion’s Funeral Guanyin.
The Butterfly Lady who was previously killed by the Horse-faced Ghost specialized in human trafficking, training and packaging domestic girls and selling them overseas. Yang Xiao originally wanted to deal with her, and today’s event allowed him to use the Horse-faced Ghost to get rid of her.
"Ku Daoist, what about the Funeral Guanyin?" Yang Xiao asked expressionlessly.
Feeling uneasy under Yang Xiao’s gaze, Ku Daoist forced a smile, then pointed at a corpse pile not far away: "Ming Emperor, please look."
Yang Xiao’s pupils suddenly contracted. On top of the pile lay the Funeral Guanyin, most of her body buried beneath it, only her head and less than a third of her upper body exposed.
With wide-open eyes and mouth, bleeding from all seven orifices, she was clearly dead beyond measure. This scene infuriated Yang Xiao greatly.
"Ku Daoist, are you deaf? How did I tell you, I need her alive, alive!!" Yang Xiao was to extract the whereabouts of the second Human Skin Map from the Funeral Guanyin’s mouth. Now that she was dead, who was he to ask? The clue was completely severed.
Seeing Yang Xiao’s rage, Ku Daoist remained unhurried, waving his hand to signal Yang Xiao to calm down, "Ming Emperor, don’t be hasty, I didn’t kill her, if you don’t believe...look."
Next, Ku Daoist took the Hand Shaking Bell from his waist. As the bell rang, the Funeral Guanyin’s eyelids in the pile of corpses strangely fluttered for a moment. The next second, she moved, crawling out of the pile using both hands and feet.
What was more terrifying, as she crawled, she cursed Ku Daoist, but once realizing she was helpless, started to beg, pleading for Ku Daoist to spare her, to give her a swift end, and to not turn her into a puppet.
Yang Xiao noted that Ku Daoist’s Hand Shaking Bell emitted a sound that felt illusory and that listening to it for long made one dizzy.
Upon learning that Yang Xiao wanted to interrogate the Funeral Guanyin, Ku Daoist stopped the Hand Shaking Bell, and the Funeral Guanyin, who had walked halfway, seemed to suddenly have her bones pulled out, collapsing powerlessly to the ground.
"Can she still feel anything now?" Yang Xiao was very concerned about this, after all, he needed to interrogate her.
"Of course, she can feel everything happening to her." Ku Daoist promised.
Just as Yang Xiao was about to transfer the Funeral Guanyin to the Mirror World, Ku Daoist suddenly interrupted him.
"Do you have something else?" Yang Xiao couldn’t help but frown.
"Hehe, Netherworld Emperor Captain, actually, it’s nothing major, but... could you leave this person, or this person’s body, to me?" Ku Daoist asked.
