The Pastoral Life of a Cultivation Master

Chapter 3221 The Dead Resurrected
The light from the lighting equipment dispelled the darkness at the entrance, and someone noticed what seemed to be a fleeting figure in the depths of the house's darkness.

"Look over there!" the martial artist shouted, turning on his own lighting equipment and shining it over there.

A person stands in the darkness, and when the light shines on them, only their back is visible.

someone!

Everyone was surprised, and then more lights were turned on, with beams of light crisscrossing and illuminating the entire room.

In the light, the general layout of the house was clear to everyone. The figure of the person with their back to them was especially visible. The person stood motionless in the center of the room, like a statue.

"Huh? Isn't this..." a martial artist suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"what?"

"It's Qian Yuren!" Qian Wantong, who was behind him, also saw the figure clearly, and his face darkened. He recognized Qian Yuren, a martial artist from the Qian family, and one of the five martial artists who had initially explored the mountain gate.

Just two days ago, when the two Innate Elders, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing, returned to the iron chain bridge, five martial artists were selected to explore the mountain gate. However, even after the two Innate Elders returned, these five exploring martial artists still hadn't returned.

Although everyone knew in their hearts that the five people were likely dead, they still held a sliver of hope until they found their bodies. Perhaps they were trapped somewhere and hadn't died. As long as they searched in time and rescued them, that would be fine.

But now, seeing Qian Yuren, Qian Wantong was utterly disappointed. Indeed, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

How did he end up in this room?

"Aren't these buildings protected by barriers? How did this person get in?"

Immediately, everyone started discussing it, and their voices echoed throughout the room.

"Quiet down, let's check if Qian Yuren is still alive," Qian Wantong shouted.

In truth, he had already concluded that Qian Yuren was dead. After all, he had experienced this situation before on the platform above. The same architecture, the same barrier, but once opened, the Ma family martial artist was standing in the room, his back to the door. He was actually already dead, but a wooden stick was propping up his chin to keep him standing.

Now that he saw this scene again, he naturally remembered the scene from before. In particular, recalling the two blood-red eyes of that dark figure sent a chill down his spine.

"Qian Yuren! Qian Yuren!" Qian Wantong shouted twice. Although the hope was slim, he still wanted to try. After all, this was one of the Qian family's own people; what if he wasn't dead?

Unfortunately, reality is cruel. Qian Yuren stood with his back to everyone, showing no reaction whatsoever, not even a flick of his finger.

"What's wrong? Why are you all standing here? Why aren't you getting started on dismantling these logs?" At this moment, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing walked over.

"Elder, look!" Qian Wantong pointed with the flashlight in his hand at Qian Yuren, who was standing in the room with his back to everyone.

"Alas!" Upon seeing Qian Yuren's figure, Qian Ying deduced that the man was already dead and sighed.

"Manager Qian, arrange for people to dismantle these timbers. Elder Zhou and I will go in and take a look." Qian Ying didn't waste any words and directly asked Qian Wantong for two emergency glow sticks, bent them, and threw them into the room.

After all, the lighting equipment they had was only capable of illuminating a limited area; it would be better to throw in an emergency glow stick. At least they could spot the shadowy figure if it darted out. Although Qian Ying was confident in dealing with the shadowy figure, a sneak attack could be disastrous, so caution was advised. Led by Qian Wantong, the other martial artists began dismantling the wood. Meanwhile, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing slowly approached the standing Qian Yuren, their steps light but steady.

Building is easy, destroying is simple. If you asked these people to build a structure, absolutely none of them could do it, not even Chen Mo; they lack the skill. But demolition is different; anyone can do it.

Removing these doors and windows is very simple; just forcefully destroy them, and a miracle will happen—nothing can withstand such force.

With a series of crackling sounds, the wooden door and several windows were dismantled. People either lifted or carried the dismantled timber, throwing it onto the plaza outside the building.

Those martial artists whose strength was below the tenth level of the Acquired Realm, except for a few who went out on guard, all began to move the wood, carrying it to a position near the barrier. When needed, they would simply light it; the flames would be their first line of defense against the shadows.

Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing slowly walked to Qian Yuren's side and saw that Qian Yuren had his head down and a wooden stick was supporting his chin so that he could stand up.

Qian Yuren's face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was lifeless, indicating that he had been dead for a long time. The deformity of the bones in his neck suggested that they had been broken by a strong twist.

Sure enough, it was the shadowy figure's doing. That's how the Ma family martial artist died on the platform above—his neck was snapped by the shadowy figure's powerful twist.

"Should we lay him down?" Zhou Zixing asked.

"No need, let's leave it at that for now. Let's search the house first," Qian Ying said to Zhou Zixing, though she felt a little uneasy.

“Okay!” Zhou Zixing naturally nodded in agreement, though he also felt a little uneasy.

Martial artists, especially those with innate martial arts skills, have relatively sharp mental abilities. The presence of this feeling indicates that there is something wrong with the room.

The two turned around and began to observe the basic layout of the house.

But before the two of them could observe anything, the man with the wooden stick pressing against his head suddenly reached out and put his hands on the shoulders of the two old men.

With a loud "Boom!", Qian Ying's hair stood on end, and she immediately swung her palm back, striking Qian Yuren in the chest.

Both were originally innate masters, and now, in the darkness with only their own lighting equipment providing limited illumination, they were using it to observe their surroundings. As for Qian Yuren beside them, he was already dead, so there was no need for much precaution. Moreover, with their average strength, the two of them could handle the situation quickly enough.

But to their surprise, Qian Yuren moved very lightly but quickly, placing his hand on their shoulders, which was quite astonishing.

Qian Ying retaliated angrily, completely unprepared for someone to place their hand on his shoulder. If it had been a knife, wouldn't he have been injured or dead?

Qian Yuren was sent flying by a palm strike, flying directly out of the house and landing in the square outside the building. He even crashed into two skeletons, causing a scattering of ashes.

When Qian Yu landed, he looked terrible. His chest had been pierced, and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground, along with some semi-congealed blood.

This made some people feel nauseous upon seeing it.

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Mo quickly conjured a Vajra talisman for himself, not to defend against enemy attacks, but to protect himself from these unclean things. He also glanced back at Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing.

What's wrong with these two old men? They're already dead, why are they being treated like this?