Xuanxia

Chapter 361 The Dutiful Son

Late night, locust tree forest, cemetery.

Wu Yan held an iron hoe in his hand and dug the new grave very quickly.

Where did the iron tug come from?

Of course I got it from the village...

After observing the villagers today, he has confirmed that there are no practitioners among those villagers who are hostile to him, so it is very easy to sneak into the village and steal some tools for digging graves.

Soon, he had opened the entire grave mound, and the tombstone fell to the side. He dug about ten feet deeper before he finally hit a coffin board with his shovel.

Wu Yan took a slight breath, jumped out of the deep pit, and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain - still no movement.

The coffin was buried very deep, so in order to save time, he had to put in some effort and dig faster. He finished digging the pit which was more than ten feet deep in less than an hour.

Of course, this is also because this is a new grave and the burial was just done a few days ago, so the soil is still soft.

After confirming that there was no movement around, Wu Yan jumped back into the pit and used a shovel as a pry to pry up the nailed coffin lid little by little. With a "bang", the entire coffin lid was finally completely opened by him!

"Someone."

Wu Yan immediately used the moonlight to see clearly what was inside the coffin.

Inside, there was an old man lying.

His face was so severely decayed that it was difficult to discern his facial features. His swollen cheeks were covered with mottled green spots, his eyes were sunken, leaving only two black eye sockets, and his shroud was a tattered gray robe that was soaked with corpse fluid and mud and stuck tightly to his skinny body.

The old man's right hand was incomplete, with three fingers missing. The white bones were exposed at the broken end, which was particularly shocking. The large burn scar on his neck was even more hideous. It was twisted and crossed across the old man's neck like an ugly centipede. The skin around the scar was a strange purple-red color, forming a sharp contrast with the other parts.

The old man's hair was sparse and messy, with a few strands of white hair hanging limply on his forehead. His skin was an unnatural bluish-gray color, tightly wrapped around his bones, as if it would break at any time.

"Three fingers were missing and there were burns on the neck."

Wu Yan immediately noticed the characteristics of the corpse: "This is the target."

Without any hesitation, he drew his sword immediately!
Your Majesty has made it very clear that no matter whether the person in the coffin is dead or alive, or what else he is, he must be killed again.

Even if there was a rotten corpse in the coffin, Wu Yan would still kill him.

But how do you kill the corpse?

Of course it is… it was destroyed to the point where not even a human form remains.

In an instant, Wu Yan threw out dozens of swords.

The sword lights intertwined into a net, and the thin sword instantly cut the shroud on the corpse into pieces, and also cut deep cuts on the body. These cuts accurately crossed the vital parts of the old man's body, cutting his throat, digging a deep hole in his heart, breaking all the joints of his hands and feet, and splitting his head into seven or eight pieces...

In this way, even if the corpse is controlled by some magic and turns into something else, it will definitely not be able to get up.

It had already turned into a pile of rotten meat.

Of course, Wu Yan was very cautious - the villagers had said before that the deceased village chief had long expected that someone would attack his corpse, so before he drew his sword, he had covered his mouth and nose, and held his breath, including his martial arts breathing, for fear that some poisonous smoke would burst out of the corpse.

But after slashing dozens of times with the sword and chopping the corpse into small pieces, there was no sign of anything abnormal with the corpse.

Wu Yan nodded slightly.

No matter how weird this village is, at least I have completed my mission now...those things have nothing to do with me anymore.

So he put away his rapier and prepared to turn and leave.

But at this moment, a dense buzzing sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

Wu Yan frowned slightly and turned his head.

Countless small, black insects suddenly emerged from the cuts on the corpse. They spread their wings, made a hair-raising buzzing sound, and flew towards Wu Yan!

The moment these worms crawled out, the pieces of body that had been cut into pieces of meat became even shriveled and withered. In a short while, those pieces of body were no longer even "rotten meat", but turned into pieces of old bacon that had lost water and stuck to the bones.

"insect?"

Wu Yan's pupils shrank and he swung his sword fiercely.

He drew his sword extremely fast, but unexpectedly, those insects... exploded one by one before his sword touched them!
The foul-smelling juice spread out in an instant, and even a seasoned killer like Wu Yan was caught off guard.

He retreated as fast as he could, but the pit was too deep and the surrounding space was too small. When he jumped out of the pit, the entire pit wall, the pit bottom, and the coffin were all covered with the juice left by the insects' self-explosion, and he was naturally covered in it.

The juice was obviously extremely corrosive. When it came into contact with Wu Yan's clothes, they immediately caused them to rot and turn black. And when it came into contact with the skin and flesh, it quickly blistered and festered, and spread to the surrounding areas.

Wu Yan fell out of the pit and raised his sword.

With a few swish sounds, several pieces of cloth and flesh fell to the ground. He cut off all the parts of his body that were stained by the insect juice. The sword cut off his flesh in the same way as when he cut off the corners of his clothes, and his expression did not change at all.

“Hehehe… You are worthy of being a killer from Xiyu Pavilion. If I were to encounter such a situation, I would be immediately drenched in pus and blood by this juice and buried together with my father.”

At this moment, a sinister laugh suddenly sounded behind Wu Yan.

His heart moved... He had just confirmed clearly that there was no one around!

He turned back sharply and gripped his rapier tightly.

A few dozen steps away, in the locust tree forest, a man slowly walked out of the forest.

This was a very tall and thin young man, who looked to be in his twenties. Judging from his dress, he looked like a scholar, with sunken cheeks and eye sockets. His entire face exuded a dark aura, as if he was about to die.

Wu Yan frowned slightly.

In an instant, he roughly felt the man's level of cultivation, which was around the fifth level of spiritual realm.

Are you a practitioner?

Just now this young man said, "Buried with my father"...

He looked down at the stone tablet lying on the side and blurted out, "Are you Mei Lishen?"

"good."

Mei Lishen, who looked like a scholar, bowed deeply to Wu Yan and said, "Please don't be nervous, sir. The one who hired Xiyu Pavilion to kill my father again... is me."

Wu Yan's expression didn't change at all.

There are too many people who hire killers to attack their parents, husbands, wives, and children.

Mei Lishen was just a little too cruel. He was not satisfied with his own father's death and wanted to kill him again.

It was obvious that the dead Mei Congsheng had hidden a trap on his own body. Anyone who dared to touch his body would be in danger of his life. Mei Lishen did not dare to do it himself, so he hired Xiyu Pavilion to do it.

this is nothing.

"In that case." Wu Yan said calmly: "Mission accomplished."

"Remember, I am the one leading the team on the mission today, Wu Yan. Please go to any base of Xiyu Pavilion within seven days, report my name, and hand over the remaining second volume of the secret book that I promised you."

"Otherwise, Xiyu Pavilion will come out in full force to target you and every one of your relatives and friends until there is no one left to kill."

After saying that, he turned his head and was about to leave.

But at this moment, Mei Lishen suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

"Wu Yan? What a nice name..."

He said sinisterly: "But my secret cannot be known by anyone, not even the assassins from Xiyu Pavilion!"

As he spoke, he suddenly made a gesture.

Wu Yan felt a strong sense of vigilance, but that sense of vigilance did not come from Mei Lishen in front of him, but from the deep pit behind him!
Then, he suddenly drew his sword behind him.

But the next moment, a huge force crashed down on him, knocking him several feet away!
He tumbled out like a broken sack until he hit a tree and stopped.

Of course, he didn't feel any pain, so he stood up quickly again. Even though blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, he didn't care.

only……

Wu Yan looked at the figure beside Mei Lishen and frowned.

Mei Congsheng stood up.

In other words, the body that was cut into dozens of pieces stood up.

The mummy had actually been pieced back into human form. Something seemed to be wriggling at the cut ends, gluing the corpse together again. It was covered with shredded shroud strips and stood stiffly and motionlessly beside Mei Lishen.

"Hehehe..."

Mei Lishen smiled sinisterly, stretched out his hand to search his father's body for a while, and found something. He put it into his sleeve, and his expression immediately became satisfied and excited: "Found it, found it... Great..."

As he laughed, he looked at Wu Yan.

"What a tenacious killer."

He smiled and said, "But you are going to die today... Dad, kill him."

(End of this chapter)