"Cover it quickly!"
You hurriedly covered Nie Ying again with the black plastic sheet you had lifted.
Seeing this, Xian Qianling looked at you gravely and asked, "What was that just now? Why did Nie Ying’s corpse start smoking when it hit the sunlight?"
You didn’t speak, but instead took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from your pocket, bit the tip of your finger, drew a magic seal on the paper, and then lifted the black plastic sheet to stick it on Nie Ying’s forehead.
"Her flesh has been refined by soone; she can now essentially be considered a zombie."
"What!?" Xian Qianling imdiately burst out in anger, "Who has she provoked to deserve such tornt?"
You still didn’t speak, but quietly closed your eyes.
Because just as you placed the talisman paper on Nie Ying’s forehead, it severed the connection between the zombie and the corpse refiner; at the sa ti, you distinctly felt a gaze directed at you from afar.
At that mont, your vision left your body and moved towards the crowd of onlookers by the roadside.
Although more people were gradually gathering to watch, they were mostly just there for the excitent, standing at least thirty to forty ters away and chatting with each other; among them, only one person’s gaze intensely shot towards you and kept staring at your back.
It was a man in his thirties wearing denim, with quite an ordinary appearance but his eyes clearly carried a trace of malevolence!
After locking onto the target, you drew your gaze back.
You took a deep breath.
Ready—
One.
Two.
Three!
You abruptly turned and glared fiercely at the man in the denim!
Tens of ters away, the man in denim suddenly flinched, then felt a surge of panic. His stomach churned and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood!
"Hey, what happened to you?"
A young man jogging nearby saw this, and hastily tried to help him, but the man in denim roughly pushed the young man to the ground, covered his mouth, and fled in disarray.
Xian Qianling, standing next to you, witnessed how you made soone bleed from dozens of ters away with just a glare, her eyes filled with astonishnt, and asked, "How did you do that?"
"That’s a personal secret," you grinned and said, "Tell your people to let that man go, don’t track him; I have my ways of finding their hideout."
"Okay."
Although Xian Qianling didn’t know you well, she trusted you completely for so reason, believing in your every action.
You turned to look at Xian Qianling and asked, "Don’t you want to know who the mastermind behind this is?"
"I think I’ve guessed so of it already. This city, although mixed with all sorts of people and factions, the ones who could stoop to such lows are likely only from the Soul Refining Sect."
You slowly nodded: "It seems we’re both on the sa page."
Xian Qianling turned to look at you, her usual brash, impatient deanor replaced by a solemn expression, "This ti, for the sake of the people, we must eradicate this cancer no matter what!"
"Hmm."
You looked down at the black plastic sheet covering Nie Ying’s body, sighed softly, and then turned to Xian Qianling, "Can you give Nie Ying’s body?"
"What do you want her body for?" Xian Qianling frowned and asked, "Don’t tell you also want to refine this zombie like those practitioners of the Evil Path and use her at your beck and call?"
"No."
Your denial was categorical.
However, you fell silent suddenly because your intentions were not entirely pure.
You rembered reading so damaged scrolls in the library before, discovering a spell called the Soul Transfer Spell, which could swap the souls of two people and also allow a ghost to possess a corpse.
The Soul Transfer Spell had many requirents for the recipient, one key criterion being the corpse had to have been dead for no more than seven days.
Originally, Nie Ying’s ti of death wouldn’t have qualified, but the Soul Refining Sect had turned her into a zombie, and although her state was still not obvious, her body was at least different from that of a normal person. If put in a freezer, her body could remain preserved for thousands of years.
Your idea was straightforward: to integrate Nie Ying’s ghost into Nie Ying’s body, and through a secret technique, make Nie Ying an animated corpse that could live under the sun, not fear kitchen fire or Yang Fire. In this way, you would also be fulfilling Yang Kai’s wish.
Just as you hesitated whether to tell Xian Qianling the truth, Xian Qianling suddenly said, "Alright, I’ll give you the body."
"Really?"
You were sowhat surprised, not expecting Xian Qianling to agree so readily.
"However, you can’t deceive ."
"Why would I deceive you?"
"I an if you are going to tamper with this body, you must get my approval first."
"Alright."
You nodded, agreeing for the ti being.
At this mont, on the coastal road, Hu Zhiyuan was yelling inside his Porsche: "Li Muyun, you bastard! Wait for ; I will never let you go! Xian Qianling, you bitch! Bitch!!"
"Zhiyuan, are you still angry? How about we drive to the small woods nearby..."
A woman whispered a few words in Hu Zhiyuan’s ear.
"Bitch!"
Hu Zhiyuan, far from angry, laughed, turned the steering wheel, and drove into a small road, quickly finding a relatively secluded spot.
Once out of the car, he pounced on the woman like a hungry wolf, hurling insult after insult.
A discordant noise faintly spread through the small woods...
As Hu Zhiyuan lay panting on the woman like a dog, applause ca from not far behind in the woods.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
"Not bad, not bad. As the forr national Sanda champion, you’re really strong. Twenty minutes in a go without a break," a man’s voice erged from the bushes.
"Who’s there!?"
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