"Blood corpse?"
Shen Bao and the others were stunned, looking at Ye Fan in shock.
"What is a blood corpse?"
Despite having dealt with many bizarre cases, Shen Bao had never heard of the term "blood corpse."
Ye Fan's expression grew increasingly grim, his demeanor solemn, and even his eyes were filled with terror.
Having known Ye Fan for so long, they had never seen him wear such an expression.
After a long while, Ye Fan spoke coldly, "A creature that dies and comes back to life. It has no consciousness of its own, is filled with resentment, and only kills."
Ye Fan's words left Shen Bao and the others completely stunned. They took a few steps back in fear.
"I never thought such creatures existed in this world. I've learned something new today."
Shen Bao sighed. The world was vast and full of wonders; he had been too short-sighted.
As they were speaking, the blood corpse had completely burst out of the coffin.
Its entire body seemed to have its skin shed, with blood gushing out and dripping onto the ground.
Its eyes had fallen out of their sockets, connected only by a few nerves, preventing them from detaching completely.
Even Ye Fan felt nauseous at the sight, while Shen Tianyin and the others were already violently vomiting.
The blood corpse grabbed a villager, opened its blood-drenched maw, and bit down ferociously.
"Crunch, crunch."
The sound of gnawing bones sent chills down their spines.
"This is too gory. I can't take it anymore."
Even Shen Bao, who had been holding on, finally mumbled and then began to vomit uncontrollably.
Only Ye Fan remained constant, his face solemn. However, if one looked closely, they would notice that Ye Fan's fingernails were deeply digging into his palms.
Scarlet blood dripped from his fingers as he used this method to remind himself to remain calm.
After more than ten minutes, the villager was completely devoured by the blood corpse, leaving only a pile of white bones.
"Roar."
The blood corpse roared to the sky. Looking up from its chin, a trace of its former appearance could finally be discerned.
"It's Kong Weiren."
Shen Bao, feeling a little better after vomiting, was startled upon seeing the blood corpse's appearance and exclaimed in alarm.
"How is this possible? Wasn't he already dead? How did he become a blood corpse?"
Shen Tianyin asked doubtfully.
"There must be something suspicious going on, but for now, we need to figure out how to deal with this blood corpse,"
Ye Fan coldly reminded them.
As Kong Weiren roared, similar roars emanated from the other two stone coffins, followed by violent banging sounds.
"This is bad, the blood corpses in the other two stone coffins are also about to revive."
Seeing this, Ye Fan exclaimed in shock, then looked at Shen Bao and the others, immediately issuing an order: "Run, escape at all costs."
With their current strength, it would be difficult to deal with the blood corpses, and their lives could be lost here.
Therefore, for safety's sake, Ye Fan made the most prudent decision.
The few of them turned around and ran desperately towards the outside, disregarding everything else.
But at this moment, Qiao Ping, like a ghost, blocked their path.
"You only think of leaving now? Isn't it too late?"
He lowered his head, his long hair hanging down, giving off a rather eerie aura.
"Sister Qiao, what do you mean? Are you with them?"
Thinking of the possibility, Shen Tianyin nervously clutched Ye Fan.
Then, Qiao Ping slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was pale and devoid of color.
"Today, all of you will be buried with my ancestors."
As he spoke, his eyes turned an intense blood-red, as if blood was slowly flowing down from the corners of his eyes.
"This is bad, he's also being assimilated. Knock him out and get out of this dangerous place quickly."
Seeing this, Ye Fan panicked. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, raising his hand and wildly striking at Qiao Ping.
But Qiao Ping remained motionless, as if he hadn't seen Ye Fan make a move. He simply stood there foolishly, his gaze fixed on the faces of the group, sending shivers down their spines.
"Bang."
A forceful kick landed on Qiao Ping's waist.
Ye Fan was a skilled practitioner, having trained diligently for over a decade; the power of this kick was considerable.
Yet, Qiao Ping only swayed slightly and did not fall.
"You are no longer human."
Ye Fan felt as if his foot had kicked a steel plate. He suspected that this kick alone had broken his bones.
"His body is extremely strong. Even with my full force, it didn't cause him any harm. You all must be careful."
Ye Fan warned them, fearing they would rashly engage Qiao Ping in combat.
"What should we do?"
Seeing that even Ye Fan was not an opponent, Shen Bao frowned and asked with unwillingness.
Ye Fan turned to look behind them. Kong Weiren was already charging towards them.
Furthermore, a gap had opened in the other two stone coffins, and two bloody hands were struggling frantically. It was only a matter of time before the other two blood corpses would emerge.
With enemies in front and pursuers behind, they were in a desperate situation.
"Use grenades. I'd rather be buried alive than be devoured by them."
Ye Fan made a cold decision.
Looking at Ye Fan's determined gaze, Shen Bao nodded heavily. "Damn it, at worst, I'll take them down with me."
Saying that, he took out a grenade, opened the safety, and threw it at Kong Weiren.
"Get down."
The moment he threw it, Ye Fan shouted loudly and instantly pulled Shen Tianyin behind a nearby pillar.
Elder Lei and Elder Ji, who were also prepared, also hid behind pillars.
Shen Bao was even more direct. He lay flat on the ground, used his legs to forcefully slide past Qiao Ping's feet, using Qiao Ping's body as a shield.
"Boom."
A loud explosion rocked the entire tomb, and bricks and stones continuously fell from above.
Fortunately, the tomb was sturdy enough. Although some bricks and stones fell, it did not collapse due to the explosion.
As for Kong Weiren, he lay on the ground, one hand blown off, his legs broken in half. He writhed on the ground like a maggot, unable to stand up again.
Qiao Ping was slightly better off. More than a dozen fragments of the grenade were lodged in his face, neck, and chest.
Blood flowed out, dripping continuously.
The most pathetic sight was half of his cheek being blown away by shrapnel, revealing the bloody gums underneath.
Because Qiao Ping had blocked the blast, Shen Bao was unharmed, except for a minor graze on his buttocks from shrapnel, which did not impede his movement.
"Run!"
Seeing Qiao Ping motionless, Ye Fan suddenly shouted, dragging Shen Tianyin as they madly sprinted towards the outside.
Elder Lei, Elder Ji, and Shen Bao followed suit, realizing that if they missed this rare opportunity to escape, they might be trapped in the tomb forever.
After running for more than ten minutes, the group finally saw light ahead.
The exit was within sight, and the anxiety in their hearts began to lessen.
However, behind them, Qiao Ping pursued them frantically, his distance to them growing shorter.
"Don't stop. Even if you have only a breath left, push yourselves to get out."
Ye Fan roared, his eyes bloodshot. He had now tapped into his potential, sprinting at his fastest speed.
Shen Tianyin was almost dragged along by him.
"None of you will leave alive. You will all die, all of you will die..."
The voice was like a ghostly wail. Qiao Ping was incredibly terrifying at this moment.