The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 571 The Lair: A Man-Made Disaster

Human life is like a mustard.

Faced with natural disasters and man-made calamities, Lang Jiuchuan felt the weight of those five words. She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, she had regained her composure. She summoned Eunuch Yu and Deputy General Huang, whom General Ma had left behind, and didn't even let Daoist Zhishang leave. She said, "In the intensive care unit, if there are any living dead who have stopped breathing, cut off their heads and burn the bodies immediately. Daoist, your cultivation is high, so I'll trouble you to keep a close eye on things."

Yu the eunuch and the others subconsciously looked at Dazhu's corpse, which she had blasted a hole in, and then at his obviously more ferocious fangs. Their hair stood on end. With their backs to the living dead, they whispered, "Fairy Qingyi, since they're going to die anyway, why wait for them to turn into zombies? Why not just give them a quick death now? Otherwise, if they go berserk, we won't be able to handle it!"

Lang Jiuchuan certainly understood this principle, but with those pairs of eyes pleading for survival before him, he said, "Even if there is only a sliver of hope, I want to fight for their lives. What do you think, Daoist Zhishang?"

Daoist Zhishang sighed and said, "Before they completely die, they are still human beings. Fellow Daoist Lang is unwilling to give up because he values ​​human beings and is fighting for their lives. In that case, we are willing to go with him."

Lang Jiuchuan bowed to him, examined him again, placed the damaged organs together, and expressionlessly repeated what he had said to the eunuchs.

The crowd grew increasingly frightened, having witnessed Dazhu's transformation firsthand.

"Fairy, are we beyond saving?" A woman hugged her child, her eyes filled with despair, and said, "My child, can you save him? He is only five years old."

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the little boy with a pale face and said, "If I could, I would like to save all of you, but if things don't go as planned, then I can only apologize. I will do my best to develop a real antidote."

"Thank you, thank you, fairy." The woman kowtowed to her.

“If it weren’t for you, everyone in Guanjiang Village would have perished in the fire long ago. It was the fairy who gave us a little more hope of survival. If we still end up like Dazhu, then that’s our fate.” An old man who was already over sixty years old said, “Natural disasters and man-made calamities, there is no such thing as someone who doesn’t die. No matter what, we accept it.”

He bowed to Lang Jiuchuan, then began to cough violently again, spitting out dark blood mixed with insect eggs.

"Village Chief!" someone exclaimed.

This is the village chief of Guanjiang Village. When he saw the thing in the blood, he said to the villagers behind him, "I will not become a corpse demon and harm you again. You just wait for the fairy's antidote. I'm leaving now."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a sharp pork bone knife from somewhere and plunged it straight into his own neck, causing blood to gush out.

Cries and screams erupted at the same time.

Lang Jiuchuan clenched her fists, watching his body convulse until his last breath, his old eyes fixed on her with gratitude.

Feeling the power of the vow enter his spiritual platform, Lang Jiuchuan's chest heaved as he threw a talisman fire directly at the village chief, sparing him the pain of being decapitated.

She silently recited a sutra for salvation, then turned and walked away.

Jiang Che didn't dare to breathe loudly. It sensed Lang Jiuchuan's unprecedented anger, restraint, and helplessness. His aura was low, cold, and fierce. If this corpse demon was something it had grown up by chance, that would be fine. But if it was tamed by humans, the person behind it would probably be torn to pieces!

After instructing Daoist Zhishang to take charge of the overall situation, Lang Jiuchuan entered the deep mountains behind Guanjiang Village. He found a rock, crossed his legs, and entered a meditative state. He formed hand seals and gestures, guiding the life force of the plants and trees in the deep mountains to circulate throughout his body. His soul entered the Little Nine Pagoda, where he comprehended the laws of Master Luo Le at the top of the pagoda, and his mind gradually calmed down.

The worst thing for a person is to be attached to appearances. If she is bound by illusions and anger, she will fall into obsession, which will hinder her spiritual practice.

After comprehending the Dao within the Little Nine Pagoda, Lang Jiuchuan quickly emerged. She didn't have much time for seclusion, as she immediately needed to re-develop the antidote. However, as she rose to leave, she paused, glanced at the other side of the mountain, and without a second thought, used her Divine Speed ​​Technique to dash towards the other side.

Her figure moved like lightning, darting through the forest, causing the snow on the trees to fall in a flurry.

Half an hour later, Lang Jiuchuan stood on the mountaintop and looked down. Before her was a thick black fog, as if stepping into it would lead to eternal damnation. With a thought, she struck the body of the Emperor Bell with her Daoist energy. The energy surged like waves, splitting the dark fog into a huge crack and revealing the truth beneath.

Jiang Che exclaimed in surprise, "The Yin energy is so strong! Could this be a mass grave? How can there be so many skeletons?"

Compared to the altar where the corpses had lain for centuries, this pit was even worse. The bones inside were layered upon layered, and there were large patches of dark green and blackish water in the pit. It seemed that some bloated lumps of flesh were floating in the water, and the stench was pungent.

But the smell here won't spread. If it weren't for the fluctuation of yin energy here just now, Lang Jiuchuan wouldn't have noticed this place.

Lang Jiuchuan looked it over and said in a deep voice, "There's a formation."

She extended her divine sense, her fingers calculating the directions. She watched as the life force of the plants and trees in all directions swirled into the corpse pit, then transformed into pure yin energy that clung to it and did not dissipate. She said, "Someone has turned this place into an extremely yin and evil place, taming evil spirits. This place is probably the lair of that corpse demon."

Jiang Che's heart sank.

This means that the corpse poison and corpse calamity were truly caused by human error.

That damned bastard! Why didn't God strike that person down? Is God blind?

"Let's go down and investigate."

Lang Jiuchuan leaped with her toes, using her inner energy to protect herself, and jumped down from the cliff. In an instant, she arrived at the bottom of the pit, where she stood suspended in mid-air. The pungent stench, the biting cold, and the poisonous gas assaulted her senses, forcing her to close off her five senses and deepen her inner energy.

The view from the bottom of the pit was even more awe-inspiring than from the mountaintop. No one knew how long this place had existed or where it had been before. Countless white bones had been piled up, forming a mountain of skeletons.

Moreover, the black water at the bottom of the pit was clearly a mixture of corpse water and corpse oil, emitting a poisonous miasma that ordinary people could not withstand.

It remains undiscovered because this place is isolated from human habitation; no one can possibly reach this area. Even if someone were to accidentally wander over, they would be misled by the black mist, lose their footing, fall into the mass grave, and become part of the skeletons.

As for the other creatures, they will probably take a detour, since the place is ominous and creatures are more sensitive to such things.

"Lang Jiu, come here quickly!" Jiang Che shouted.

Lang Jiuchuan flew towards it and found it next to a grave. The grave was in the southwest corner of the corpse pit, surrounded by corpse water. There was a stone tablet that read "Tomb of Luo Zheng". Inside was a dark wooden coffin that had been opened. The coffin was covered with cinnabar runes. Strangely, there was a strange fragrance coming from inside. It was not the smell of decay, but rather the fragrance of corpses.

Lang Jiuchuan lifted the coffin lid, which was also covered with intricate runes, runes he had never seen before, and the same was true of the runes inside the coffin.

"Lang Jiu, watch out!" Jiang Che suddenly shouted, roaring fiercely as he lunged at her from behind.

(End of this chapter)