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Do you need tools?
As soon as I heard Zhengyang, I was bewildered. It was obvious what tools were needed—of course, it was the Vessel. But where could I find a Vessel in this desolate place?
Out of curiosity, I moved closer to Zhengyang and dipped my hand into the river. The bone-chilling cold enveloped my palm immediately, causing it to go numb. The chill penetrated deep into my bones, making it particularly uncomfortable.
Such intense Eerie Energy?
My expression changed. This Yin River was something to be reckoned with; how could a living person withstand such Eerie Energy? If I ventured deeper, I would likely freeze solid in no time and sink to the bottom to drown!
Zhengyang's face looked grim as he scanned the riverbank. Finally, his gaze settled on a few unusually large coffins not far from the Yin River. He said in a low voice, " Qiang, open the coffin and pull out the bodies inside. We'll use this coffin to cross the river!"
"Huh? Cross the river in a coffin?"
Bald Qiang's face fell at that moment. No way! There must be some Big Zongzi inside that coffin. With such heavy Eerie Energy in the Yin River, combined with Scarabaeus's Yang Qi, those Zongzi were probably already animated. In this situation, opening the coffin would be extremely dangerous; if we pried it open and weren't careful, we could easily find ourselves with our throats squeezed.
However, looking around the shallow area, it seemed that those few coffins were indeed our only option.
In the end, Bald Qiang had no choice but to glance at me and say, "You come with me!"
Me again?
I shot Bald Qiang an annoyed look. With so many skilled people around, why didn't he take Ghost Granny or Zhengyang with him? Instead, he dragged me along to be his shield!
Perhaps sensing my thoughts, Bald Qiang chuckled and said, "I’ve realized you’re quite the formidable spirit; these Big Zongzi fear you more than they fear Zhengyang and the others!"
I instinctively glanced at the nearby Wet Corpses. As soon as I swept my gaze over them, it was as if they had encountered Yama King; they immediately began to lowly howl in fear!
Clearly, they were afraid of me. Even though I had put away the Azure Dark Sword for a long time, its lingering aura still instilled a primal fear in these Wet Corpses. It was precisely because of this fear that they dared not continue their assault on us.
With a hint of confusion, I accompanied Bald Qiang as we walked towards a coffin. Unable to hold back any longer, I asked the fat man, "Hey, Bald Qiang, what exactly did I just do?"
"You don't know?"
Bald Qiang glanced at me with a strange look in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he licked his lips and said with some difficulty, "You went crazy! That's right, you went insane!"
Crazy?
I nudged him. "Be serious!"
"Honestly, I don't quite understand it either. All I know is that you suddenly became incredibly powerful!"
Bald Qiang pointed at my eyes and chuckled bitterly. "Just now, your eyes were completely red—blood red! You looked like you were possessed or something. You were radiating white light all over, just like a damn Saint Seiya. The Killing Intent from your sword shot out several meters long! When you swung it, it really felt like there was thunder rumbling in the air. The Killing Intent was crawling all over like waves in the sea, and wherever you passed, it was like harvesting wheat—entire patches of Wet Corpses were cut down, and even the ground was turned over by your strikes!"
As he spoke, Bald Qiang looked at me with gleaming eyes. At that moment, I felt uneasy and had to suppress the urge to punch him. In the end, I forced myself to nod.
"That's right!"
Bald Qiang excitedly slapped me on the back. "But what you did just now—that was godlike! Seriously, that commotion was even more impressive than what Qingyi and the others could do. Not a single Wet Corpse stood after you passed by!"
By this time, Bald Qiang and I had arrived in front of a coffin. The lid was riddled with holes about the thickness of an adult man's thumb—there were at least ten of them. It seemed they had been made by those Scarabaeus.
I wondered if those Scarabaeus had managed to bite through the coffin.
If the coffin was indeed punctured, things would become quite troublesome. A coffin with holes couldn't be submerged; once it entered the water, it would quickly fill with river water through those holes and would sink before long!
With a sense of trepidation, I and Bald Qiang slowly pried open the coffin lid.
Inside lay a male corpse dressed in luxurious garments, quietly resting. Although the clothing had severely oxidized and corroded, appearing as dark as charred wood, the patterns were still faintly discernible. The intricate designs and fine craftsmanship suggested that this person held a significant status in life. The motifs depicted fierce beasts, indicating that he was likely a general or a warrior, as both Eastern and Western cultures often revered ferocious animals.
This corpse belonged to the category of Wet Corpses. Unlike others in this place, it had not been submerged in water, so it did not exhibit the typical pale and swollen appearance. However, due to the overall damp environment, its skin retained a high moisture content. The oxidized skin appeared dark yet still had some elasticity, indicating that moisture remained beneath the surface—definitely a Wet Corpse!
Most importantly, its eyes were wide open!
In other words, this was a reanimated Big Zongzi!
Clang!
At that moment, I drew my Azure Dark Sword and raised it, ready to stab this Big Zongzi.
Unexpectedly, just as I lifted the sword, the Big Zongzi suddenly scrambled out of the coffin!
Yes, instead of attacking me upon being awakened, this Big Zongzi chose to flee from the coffin at lightning speed. Even the few strands of yellow hair left on its bald head stood on end, creating a rather comical sight.
"What the hell? It just ran away like that?"
Bald Qiang was dumbfounded. After a long pause, he managed to say, "I've seen countless corpses rise from their coffins, but this is by far the most pathetic Big Zongzi I've ever encountered. Instead of attacking me, it turned tail and ran!"
At that moment, the frightened Big Zongzi had joined a group of Wet Corpses and was staring at me with wide eyes while emitting low growls.
Poor thing; its gaze made me feel a twinge of pity!
Was it afraid of me?
Yes, when I was in that very strange state, rampaging around, it must have already risen from the dead. It probably sensed danger and hid inside the coffin, not daring to come out. In the end, it was dragged out and then ran away without a second thought.
So, was it afraid of me?
I shook my head, not thinking too much about it. I bent down and began to carefully inspect the coffin that had been vacated. A strong stench of decay filled the air. I pulled out all the bedding and other items from inside, meticulously checking the bottom and sides of the coffin for any holes. After all, once we entered that great river, this coffin would be our lifeline, so I had to be cautious!
After a thorough inspection, I finally felt relieved when I didn’t find any holes made by Scarabaeus inside.
This coffin wasn’t much different from the black-sailed boats in the south, but it couldn’t hold too many people. So, Bald Qiang and I went on to rummage through other coffins.
Without exception, the occupants of the other coffins had also risen from the dead. However, as soon as we opened them, they were so frightened that they stumbled away and eventually huddled among those Wet Corpses, looking at me with a hint of resentment in their eyes. It was almost as if they had become sentient.
It was a bizarre scene: a living person scaring Big Zongzi into retreating. It left me speechless—who exactly was the monster here?
In no time at all, Bald Qiang and I had managed to pull out four coffins. Bald Qiang was quite impressive; he single-handedly lifted a coffin that would take several Youngsters to carry and tossed it directly into the river. Fortunately, the wood of these coffins wasn’t heavy; unlike Sinking Wood, they could float on the water’s surface.
“One at a time!”
Seeing that this method worked, everyone eagerly climbed into the coffins. To prevent them from drifting apart in the water, we tied the four coffins together with climbing ropes and then floated downstream along the relatively calm Sacred River, leaving the shallows behind and heading straight for the Corpse Raising Ground.
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