Chapter 95: The Female Corpse

Hearing those words from Xu Yunzhuo, Gu Qi instinctively took a step back.

Outside, the rain was coming down in a furious torrent, with flashes of lightning and rolling thunder. If anything went wrong here, there would not even be time to regret it.

Hou Yue finished putting on his clothes and stepped forward. “I’ll go. The rain is heavy outside, so you all wait here and avoid catching a chill.”

Xu Yunzhuo turned to look down that road and drew a deep breath. She was not afraid. It was nothing. It was already over. Hou Yue had no map and would get lost.

“It may not have fallen completely. Once a true god of that level falls, the upheaval would be far beyond anything this can compare to. Perhaps it was only beaten half to death,” Ji Feng said.

Bandits have always preyed on the weak and feared the strong. Their earlier methods had already gone beyond their usual limits. In that battle, almost none of those who climbed the city walls under cover of smoke made it back alive, and that instantly crushed the bandits’ hopes of getting lucky.

By then, Yi could already confirm that this strange black serpent truly came, like Tai Sui, from the world before the destruction of the world. Yet before he was completely swallowed by darkness, that heaven-shaking dragon roar left him puzzled. How could such a giant serpent let out that kind of cry?

Fan Zhao asked, “Since this is meant to be a slow move, why do finely balanced positions appear so often?” Shi Xiangxia replied, “If you go slow, I go slow too. We’re all the same, so the game just keeps drifting into intricate, delicate play.” Fan Zhao thought to himself: the conservative, grind-it-out style of the twenty-first century is exactly like this.

“Wolf King, what place is this? Why do I feel such fear?” Jing asked uneasily.

When no one was around, they lived separately. They all understood this very well. Werewolves could not rest together, otherwise none of them would be able to sleep. The reason was their sensitivity: what werewolves sensed was the presence of power. Once a strong force entered the area where they were resting, they could not fall asleep.

In the past, Eastern Yong had been in a precarious state even while trying to secure Penghu, but now it had massed troops in Malacca. This already carried great significance. Still, a meal must be eaten bite by bite, and matters handled one by one.

After trying once, he had some sense of things. Celestial Guards were not easy to kill; he had to avoid being surrounded, especially by formations.

The reason those two had delayed showing themselves was probably that they wanted to use the other young disciples of the Heavenly Benevolence Sect to test Zhao Fan’s current strength.

According to the materials given by Colonel Di Ming, fiendish corpses have actually not been all that rare in China’s history. One such corpse is trapped within the Changbai Mountains, and the Northeast’s spirit-medium disciples have kept watch there for years.

And there was something else even more terrifying about this art: once a person was struck by it, the effect was permanent, a complete and irreversible transformation. Its power was beyond imagination.

But with so many snakes around, Li Xiaoyao still could not find the nine-striped golden-silk snake he was looking for. He began searching the valley little by little. Snake dens were everywhere, and strange flowers and rare herbs grew all around. Perhaps because of the snakes, some of those plants even carried wisps of spiritual energy.

Feng Ming had not come here blindly. Beyond the complexity of the terrain, there was one word that described this place best: chaos. It was also on the border of the Nether Demon Sea, with countless cultivators coming and going every day. Even if the Pill Sect traced the matter back, they would never reach this place, much less easily find him.

I actually had many ways to deal with a corpse, but I had no idea what old Arno was scheming, so I did nothing. And as it turned out, that choice was indeed the right one.

The First Emperor widened his eyes and stared at Zhao Gao in disbelief. This was the person he trusted most, yet now he was killing his own men before his eyes. How could someone he trusted betray him?

“Damn it! I asked you a question, and you dare not answer? Looks like I still haven’t had enough fun with you!” Ye Fan stomped twice more on Chu Badao’s chest.