Chapter 39 Yellow Turban Warriors

I continued, "That story wasn't entirely accurate, or rather, it didn't quite match what happened back then. The man named Tian Qiuyang didn't marry a ghost, but a resentful corpse far more powerful than any ghost."

"Right now, you're sitting next to a resentful corpse. You'd better be careful!"

Zhao Yuezhu, who had been holding her breath, opened her mouth to curse at me, but she immediately choked it back. She didn't dare to curse now, afraid that the resentful corpse would move if she opened her mouth.

Zhao Yuezhu had only held her breath for a few seconds when she heard a sound of heavy breathing beside her. Even through the veil, she could feel the bride's nose twitching as she breathed.

Cold sweat instantly streamed down Zhao Yuezhu's forehead.

I said from outside, "Are you holding your breath? Don't! If you do, the dead won't be able to absorb yang energy, and she'll move."

"Wait a moment and see if her fingernails have grown. If they have, quickly tie the red rope!"

Zhao Yuezhu looked at the dead woman's hands, and tears almost came out of her eyes. Not only had the corpse's fingernails grown several inches out of nowhere, but they were also stained with a blackish-red color.

Zhao Yuezhu frantically tied the red string around the resentful corpse's hands, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

I immediately added, "Check carefully to see if the red rope is tied tightly. If it's not, you're in trouble. If she breaks the rope, she'll strangle you."

As soon as I finished speaking, Zhao Yuezhu heard a snapping sound beside her.

Had the red rope been broken by the dead woman?

Zhao Yuezhu shuddered violently. Just as she was about to turn her head to look, there was another snap.

Two strands of the red rope had broken!

Zhao Yuezhu's first reaction was to jump out of the car.

Before she could even shout for me to open the door, I already knew what Zhao Yuezhu was about to do.

Without waiting for Zhao Yuezhu to move, I said, "Don't jump out! If you turn around, the dead woman will grab your neck from behind, and you'll be completely doomed."

Zhao Yuezhu wanted to turn around, but my words made her break out in goosebumps all over her back. How could she dare to turn around?

Zhao Yuezhu twisted her head to look at the bride. The bride's veil had slipped off at some point, revealing a pale yet delicate face, which, combined with her dark red hair, made her look indescribably eerie.

Just as Zhao Yuezhu was about to scream in fright, the bride suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Zhao Yuezhu's neck. The breath Zhao Yuezhu had been holding back uncontrollably escaped, and the bride opened her mouth and sucked it back in twice.

I said from outside, "Did you lose your breath? Then hold her and suck it back, suck hard! If you don't get your yang energy back, your life is over."

At that moment, Zhao Yuezhu didn't care whether my words were reliable or not. She wrapped her arms around the bride's head from behind, pulled her forward desperately, pressed her lips against the other's cold lips, and desperately sucked in air.

Zhao Yuezhu didn't know if she was sucking in yang energy, but she felt a cold wind with a bloody smell rushing into her stomach, freezing her intestines and causing a twisting pain in her abdomen.

At the same time, I narrowed my eyes slightly. The moment that was supposed to come was finally here!

Just as the horse-drawn carriage's ladder stepped onto the Connecting Heaven Bridge, I saw two figures over two meters tall appear side by side on the bridge. One carried a cartwheel axe on his shoulder, and the other carried a long-handled golden hammer.

Axe and hammer crossed in the air, their cold light illuminating their faces. Although their complexions were slightly pale, they had a metallic, icy look.

Even more terrifying was that they each wore a yellow turban on their heads and yellow short shirts.

My eyes suddenly narrowed. "Yellow Turban Warriors!"

The person who trapped this resentful corpse back then had great ability, actually summoning Yellow Turban Warriors to guard the pass and prevent the resentful corpse from descending the mountain.

While I was inwardly shaken, the horse pulling the carriage also stopped, snorting constantly, refusing to take another step forward.

The horse also sensed the danger! Even though I had covered its eyes, it could still feel the killing intent.

The two Yellow Turban Warriors radiated killing intent like tigers and wolves, and the horse naturally dared not move forward!

Just as I was about to raise my whip to urge the horse on, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: That's not right! These aren't Yellow Turban Warriors.

The Yellow Turban Warriors summoned by Daoist masters are low-ranking deities and wouldn't carry such heavy killing intent.

These aren't Yellow Turban Warriors, but zombies cultivated with evil techniques!

Even as my thoughts were racing, the two Yellow Turban Warriors simultaneously let out a roar like a giant ape. As the Yellow Turban Warriors bared their fangs, the blood-tinged sound waves rushed towards us from over ten meters away.

The horse's legs went weak, and it was about to kneel. I yanked on the reins and pulled the horse up, while also activating the two spirit talismans attached to the horse's head, sealing its hearing. I coldly looked at the Yellow Turban Warriors in the distance.

The Yellow Turban Warriors are definitely not the last checkpoint on the Connecting Heaven Bridge. The two Yellow Turban Warriors are not celestial officials; they can stop the carriage, but they can't stop ghosts.

There must be a final killing move on the Connecting Heaven Bridge!

I slowly withdrew the Life-Reaping Blade, placed it flat against the side of the carriage, and lowered my feet from the front of the carriage to the ground!