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About a minute later, Zhang Guanghua and Ye Bihong emerged from the forest, followed by hundreds of Corpse, densely packed throughout the woods.
Some of these Corpse were summoned by Zhang Guanghua from the previous tree pit, but many more were crafted by him over the years.
The Corpse that Zhang Guanghua summoned casually were inferior products. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that some parts of their bodies were missing, and some Corpse even had chunks of decaying human flesh hanging from them, emitting a particularly pungent Corpse Stench. This type of Corpse might look somewhat disgusting, but their combat abilities were inferior to those of the eight military Corpse encountered earlier.
As for the other Corpse, their bodies appeared intact, dressed in neat clothing. Each of them possessed combat capabilities equivalent to two or three decades of cultivation in the Soul realm.
However, there was something peculiar about them; their bodies looked shriveled, and each had a finger-sized wound at the jawline. Upon closer observation, I noticed that several of these wounds were still fresh, with a yellowish-white gelatinous substance oozing from them, identical to what I had seen before in a Corpse Oil Lamp.
A flash of insight struck me, and I quickly pieced together what had transpired. A cold killing intent flickered in my eyes as I glanced at the Corpse before me and spoke icily to Zhang Guanghua and Ye Bihong, "You two truly do not know how close you are to death. How dare you brazenly refine Corpse Oil Lamps? If word gets out to the Yin-Yang Realms, I believe your demise is not far off."
The refining of Corpse Oil Lamps is heavily taboo for two main reasons. The first is that some Evil Cultivation practitioners, when unable to find corpses, resort to killing living people to use their bodies for crafting Corpse Oil Lamps. The second reason is that some Evil Cultivation not only kill but also dig up corpses from graves. Regardless of how long those bodies have been buried, they will unearth them all, creating a foul stench everywhere.
Those who refine Corpse Oil Lamps target not only living people but also disturb the peace of the dead; thus, they are naturally despised by those in the Yin-Yang Realms.
I heard from my master that over thirty years ago, the owner of Spirit Ghost Street gathered the forces of the Yin-Yang Realms to hunt down Evil Cultivation practitioners refining Corpse Oil Lamps. During that time, thousands of Evil Cultivation were killed, causing significant upheaval in real life.
Since that operation, Evil Cultivation practitioners refining Corpse Oil Lamps have become rare in the Yin-Yang Realms. However, I never expected that there would be an Evil Cultivation practitioner refining Corpse Oil Lamps here in Baishan Village. Given the number of corpses he has used, this practitioner has likely been active for quite some time.
Upon hearing my words, Ye Bihong scratched his head dismissively and casually pulled out a brand-new wine gourd from his waist. He removed the stopper and tilted his head back to take a swig of the greasy Corpse Oil Lamp.
"Gulugulu~~ Delicious! Really delicious!" Ye Bihong took seven or eight gulps of the Corpse Oil Lamp, instantly reducing its quantity by a quarter. Only then did he stop reluctantly, wiping away the remnants from his mouth with a satisfied expression. Shaking the gourd in his hand with a sinister smile, he said, "Hehe, Daoist, my name is Ye Bihong, and this cold-hearted person is Zhang Guanghua. Let me clarify one thing: we do not refine things like Corpse Oil Lamps; we simply enjoy drinking it."
"There's an old saying: if you take someone's money, you must help them avert disaster. If I let you leave here alive and you spread the news, then my companion and I will never have the chance to savor the pleasures of this world again.
Therefore, for the sake of our future happiness, all of you will die here. Only the dead can keep a secret."
I wasn't particularly surprised by Ye Bihong and Zhang Guanghua's intentions; however, one thing about Ye Bihong caught me off guard. Just moments ago, when I saw them, I immediately recognized Ye Bihong as a Millennium Ghost General. Based on my assumptions, Zhang Guanghua should be the Evil Cultivator, but given the current situation, my previous guess seemed overly simplistic.
I frowned and suppressed my urge to ask more questions. I cupped my hands in greeting towards Ye Bihong and Zhang Guanghua and tentatively said, "Ye Bihong, my name is Jiang Ling. My cultivation has reached Master Rank, and my Buddhist Sect skills are also well-developed. Even if I can't defeat you both, if I want to escape, you won't be able to stop me.
How about we make a deal? If you let all of us leave, I can swear by the Three Pure Ones that I won't disclose anything about this place. As for the others, they are not practitioners; even if they wanted to spread the news, they wouldn't know how. So you can rest assured that we can part ways without interference."
Ye Bihong shook his head without hesitation. He took another sip from the gourd containing the Corpse Oil Lamp and said ominously, "Heh heh, we only trust the dead, so there's no need for further discussion. Whether we can keep you here will only be revealed after a fight."
As soon as Ye Bihong finished speaking, the atmosphere around us became charged with tension. Zhang Guanghua, who had been standing nearby, suddenly moved. He picked up a flute and gently placed it to his lips, beginning to play a silent melody.
Hou Libang and the others held their sabers tightly, nervously watching Zhang Guanghua. However, after three or four seconds of observation, they couldn't discern anything unusual; it was as if nothing was happening at all.
Hou Libang rolled his eyes in disdain and said while digging in his ears, "Is this guy Zhang Guanghua sick? His flute-playing posture looks professional enough; how can he not produce any sound? Is he just messing with us?"
Like Hou Libang, I also didn't hear any sound coming from Zhang Guanghua's flute. However, through my Yin-Yang Eyes, I could see thin gray threads drifting out from the flute.
Once those gray threads appeared, they immediately burrowed into the heads of nearby corpses—each thread connecting to a corpse.
"Roar~~ Kill! Kill! Kill!" The corpses controlled by the gray threads emitted low growls from their mouths; their eyes turned blood-red as an instinctive killing aura radiated from them.
In less than half a minute, Zhang Guanghua controlled nearly a hundred Corpses around him with the flute in his hand. When I used my Yin-Yang Eyes to look over, the scene resembled Zhang Guanghua commanding over a hundred humanoid Puppets.
(End of Chapter)
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