Yes, those that the Evil Demon cannot control, these kinds of heroes filled with heroic spirit might just be able to control them.
What the Evil Demon uses for evil, perhaps these heroes might use for the good of mankind.
Ahead, the temple hall has reached its end, replaced by another wooden window, just like the previous ones.
Here, the chanting from the wooden stumps had faded slightly.
The two looked back, feeling an illusion that they were being recited their last rites.
Then, without further hesitation, they pushed open the window again and climbed through.
This room was noticeably smaller but felt even more dangerous and terrifying.
On the ground, fragnts of those wooden stumps were left, still stained with blood.
"Damn, could they have been eaten?"
Murong spoke seriously.
These wooden stumps were reduced to fragnts, the missing parts appeared to be teeth marks, as if gnawed on by sothing.
So, those outside wooden stumps were really brought in to be eaten.
Ahead, a white cloth curtain appeared.
The curtain was clean, with nothing on it, yet it elicited a sense of horror in this room.
There was sothing behind the curtain!
By this point, the broken wooden fragnts on the ground had beco more abundant, and the air was filled with the scent of blood.
Duan Yun and Murong instinctively lightened their steps to the utmost, moving closer like two agile black cats.
The mont the curtain was lifted, blood-stained chains ca into view.
Above the chains, a corpse was hanging upside down.
Seeing this corpse, Duan Yun was reminded of the corpse manipulated by Huang Shi.
Back then, inside that dilapidated temple, he saw Huang Shi hang the corpse upside down on a rope, saying that with its feet off the ground, it wouldn’t absorb the earthly energy and combined with Qiankun Inversion, wouldn’t transform into a zombie.
But the corpse in front of them had clearly turned into a zombie.
And it had transford drastically.
It also was very tall, its hands and flesh wrapped with dark iron chains, these chains seemingly fused into its flesh as if they were growing from its arms.
Vaguely, one could see lines flowing along the corpse’s body.
These lines were red, subtle yet visible.
"Hands wrapped in dark iron chains, blood flowing like fire, is this Corpse King Mr. Ren?" Duan Yun puzzled aloud.
The corpse in front of them exactly matched the description of Corpse King Mr. Ren as told by Huang Shi.
Could it be that Mr. Ren wasn’t destroyed but was acquired by the Manor Master of this Netherworld Mountain Villa and locked up here?
But was this Corpse King still alive?
Could it be that those wooden stumps rolling up people were eaten by this Corpse King?
Duan Yun leapt agilely, quickly reaching the sa height as the bound corpse.
He grabbed the chains, observing closely.
Although there was blood flowing like fire on the Corpse King, it had dimd significantly.
From his expertise as a gynecologist, he concluded it wasn’t far from death.
Moreover, he discovered many holes in the Corpse King’s body, a large part of its flesh had been hollowed out.
Suddenly, Murong also jumped up, giving him a aningful look.
Duan Yun instantly understood his intention.
"Soone’s coming!"
Without any hesitation, Duan Yun clambered up against the chains, pressing against the ceiling.
anwhile, Murong sohow found a bed and dived under it.
Outside, a slight shuffling of footsteps could be heard.
Judging by the sound alone, the person seed to have a limp.
The Manor Master of Netherworld Mountain Villa?
In the dim space, this uneven footsteps carried an oppressive force, almost as if Impermanence was coming to claim a life.
For a mont, both Duan Yun and Murong held their breaths.
Hiding under the bed, Murong listened quietly to the sounds.
Being under the bed gave him a sense of security.
If only Old Demon Duan were above with a beauty...
Murong quickly diverted his thoughts.
Lying under the bed and imagining Old Demon Duan above had almost beco a habit.
Creak, the door was pushed open.
Duan Yun, pressed against the ceiling, soon saw a blurred figure through the white curtain.
While Murong, under the bed, could only see a pair of boots.
These boots were silver-white, looking heavy and sharp, possessing a significant oppressive force.
The figure headed straight behind the curtain.
Until this mont, Duan Yun could see that the cor was clad in a Daoist robe, wearing a silver mask, indiscernible as male or female.
The reason for the ambiguity stemd from the fact that, outside the green Daoist robe, there were two silver-bowl-like objects fastened at the chest, hiding the specifics of the bust.
Of course, under such dim conditions, it was impossible to see more details.
Only soone like the manor master of the Netherworld Mountain Villa could walk in here so boldly.
The person went straight to a corner of the room, and then, a chilling scene unfolded.
A wooden stump was taken out by the silver-faced figure.
As he shook it, the stump suddenly emitted chanting sounds.
"Three ranks of dicine, spirit and energy, vague and void, dark and deep. Holding nothing and guarding sothing, swiftly accomplished, wind mixing, Hundred Days of Spiritual Cultivation..."
Along with this chanting, there was also a horrible chewing sound.
The silver-faced figure was gnawing at the stump, from which blood could be seen continuously seeping out.
And the chanting from the stump remained intermittent but never ceased.
Although the Murong brothers could only see a pair of legs, they could already imagine the horrifying scene.
It turned out it was not zombies eating these stumps, but humans.
The manor master of the Netherworld Mountain Villa!
Just hearing the chanting of these stumps easily brought to mind the spells chanted by Daoists during alchemy.
Could it be that the manor master of the Netherworld Mountain Villa was consuming the people inside these stumps as elixirs?
It was evident that the silver-faced Daoist had a hearty appetite, consuming three stumps before stopping.
He likely didn’t realize the presence of Duan Yun and the Murong brothers; otherwise, he wouldn’t have dined so uninhibitedly.
After finishing his al, he walked out leisurely.
Honestly, the eating scene of this cannibalistic evil demon was genuinely filled with intense horror.
Although Young Hero Duan instinctively felt so fear, he was already prepared to take action!
A cannibalistic horror demon?
I’m here to slay such demons!
His eyes narrowed slightly, watching the position of the silver-faced Daoist, but the next mont, he saw more figures appearing by the wooden window and the door.
Zombies in the water?
When did they arrive!
"Be careful!"
Duan Yun thought of sothing and promptly cautioned.
Almost simultaneously, a silver light whizzed through the air, aiming straight under the bed at the Murong brothers!
With a loud bang, the wooden bed shattered into splinters, air ripples waving through the atmosphere.
The Murong brothers were seen holding the Jade Blade horizontally at face side, with a silver bullet still spinning on the blade, pressing down further until even the already indented ground continued to sink.
The power of this silver bullet was terrifyingly formidable.
With a swish, the Murong brothers rolled the blade’s edge, bringing up the Spring Rain Blade Power, striking back the silver bullet with an equally shocking montum.
The result was the silver-faced Daoist catching the silver bullet back in his hand with apparent ease.
Just as he was about to flick the bullet again, at that mont, a figure appeared on his right side.
Duan Yun stood there, holding his blade steadily and exuding imnse pressure, making it difficult for him to move.
Murong brothers raised their blade, their foreheads covered in sweat.
Had it not been for Duan Yun’s tily reminder, coupled with his quick reflexes, the silver bullet might have hit him, which would have been unimaginable.
At this ti, the silver-faced Daoist had already seen the two n’s faces and suddenly spoke: "How did you two brothers end up here?"
Duan Yun replied, "We were here to see the Manor Master; finding no one around, we entered."
The silver-faced Daoist asked, "What for?"
His face masked and his chest fastened with silver bowls, his voice was like that of a deity or demon, completely devoid of emotional fluctuations.
"Your wife is dead!"
As the words fell, Duan Yun had already made his move!
Almost at the sa ti, two streaks of silver light whistled towards Duan Yun and the Murong brothers.
They were coming from the two silver bowls on his chest!
Using bra cups as weapons?
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers struck, their blade lights like a sweeping practice!
With two loud pops!
The blade edge and the silver bowls collided, creating a terrifying explosion of sound, causing piercing pain in the ears and buzzing in the head.
At that mont, a rumbling sound of shattering echoed.
Dozens of zombies suddenly stord into the room.
The silver-faced Daoist stood there, calm and composed, "Since you’ve co here, try the hospitality of my poor Daoist practice!"
Almost simultaneously, a red umbrella spun down from the sky, rolling towards Duan Yun!
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