Wake up, you should go out! A voice came.
No.
No!
Yu Daochen slowly opened his closed eyes. In front of him, there were no冥鬼 (ming gui) or 鬼王 (gui wang), only a red dress hanging on a tree. The breeze stirred, and the dress danced in the air like a human figure.
It looked like a corpse hanging from a branch.
Yu Daochen subconsciously touched his arm. It was intact, but cold sweat had soaked through his shirt.
Could that have been an illusion? When did it happen?
Right, where was Li Shiyao?
Yu Daochen finally realized that Li Shiyao was missing. He looked around and saw her lying under a large tree.
You should go down the mountain quickly. This is not a place you should be.
Yu Daochen's face showed horror. He looked towards the source of the voice and saw a figure with his back to him.
When did he appear? Was he the one who cast the illusion on me?
The figure shook its head, as if speaking to Yu Daochen, or perhaps to itself: Why are you still so weak.
Yu Daochen frowned. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't think about it now. He walked to Li Shiyao, picked her up, and started walking down the mountain.
Although he didn't know what was happening, if it came to a real fight, he wouldn't have a chance to retaliate.
After Yu Daochen left, the figure glanced back.
Opposite the figure, a middle-aged man stared fiercely in the direction Yu Daochen had gone.
The figure's lips curved upwards, and it chuckled: The dignified eighth on the Black List is nothing more than this.
Huang Yong's eyes were cold. He shook the bronze bell in his hand, and corpses rushed towards the figure from behind.
The figure glanced at the red dress hanging on the tree and murmured: White clothes trap souls, red dresses beckon life. This red blood dress should be a magic treasure of the Yin-Yang Master Li family.
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure condensed its right hand. Claws grew from its fingertips, emitting a black aura, and it lunged at Huang Yong.
The claws slashed through the corpses like cutting vegetables and melons; they couldn't get close at all.
After a few moves, there were few walking corpses left.
Huang Yong snorted coldly: Are you really going to be my enemy?
The figure glanced back, feeling a sense of relief.
With his speed, he should be almost at the foot of the mountain.
If you want to come, you can come, and if you want to leave, you can leave, but it's not that easy. The figure turned and walked down the mountain.
Huang Yong bit his finger, and blood dripped onto the bronze bell, emitting a dazzling red light.
The figure's expression changed. Its dark eyes turned blood red.
Huang Yong laughed sinisterly: Trapping Corpse Formation, activate!
The figure took a step forward, its claws tearing through the air and grabbing at Huang Yong.
Just as the claws were two meters away from Huang Yong, a hand suddenly shot out from the ground and grabbed the figure's foot. Immediately, skeletons drilled out from underground and attacked him.
The figure waved its hand, and its claws shattered the approaching skeletons.
For every one killed, another appeared. Skeletons continuously drilled out from underground.
After several rounds, the figure's speed slowed down, and it began to pant.
The skeletons were not strong individually, but their sheer numbers were formidable. Kill one, and another would appear, wearing down the enemy.
Huang Yong watched the figure within the Trapping Corpse Formation with satisfaction: What, you can't handle this many?
The figure killed a wave of skeletons and, seizing the opportunity, took out a bottle of red liquid from its pocket.
Huang Yong frowned: Blood?
The figure removed the stopper and drank the blood in the tube in one gulp, then threw it away: This Trapping Corpse Formation should be activated by Yin energy. Although it's strong at night, it might not work well during the day.
Huang Yong's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He had used this Trapping Corpse Formation only a few times, and fewer than three people knew its secret. To detect its flaw in such a short time, this person was meticulous and not to be underestimated.
After drinking the blood, the figure's mouth grew fangs, and its ears became pointed, resembling a vampire.
Huang Yong laughed maniacally: So you're from the Divine Religion. There are still a few hours until dawn. I'll see if you can last until the sun comes out.
The figure's body surged with blood qi: Then let's see who lasts until the end.
At the foot of the mountain.
Yu Daochen, carrying Li Shiyao, rushed to the shop entrance. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. He kicked open the shop door and walked in.
Everyone in the shop looked at Yu Daochen. Someone quipped.
Isn't that Master Yu? Why are you so disheveled?
Stop your incessant chatter!
Yu Daochen glared at the person.
The person, intimidated by Yu Daochen's glare, shut his mouth and dared not speak.
After all, no one wanted to provoke someone who could fight Huang Yong to a standstill.
Yu Daochen quickly scanned the crowd and finally stopped at an elder.
Yu Daochen walked over with Li Shiyao in his arms: Senior, her three souls and seven spirits are about to scatter. Please help her!
For them, being caught in an illusion was easy to resolve, but Li Shiyao was an ordinary person who had never practiced any cultivation techniques. Once caught in an illusion, coupled with extreme fright, her three souls and seven spirits would detach from her body.
The elder squinted, his hands clasped together: Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Friend, place her down first.
Yu Daochen nodded, placed Li Shiyao on a bench, and supported her.
Yu Daochen knew how to summon back the three souls and seven spirits, but his method was more troublesome. He was also worried about leaving Li Shiyao alone in the shop.
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