Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 422 The Ghost Kingdom is in an uproar
Inside the stone chamber, where white mist billowed, the three were completely cornered and forced to stand side by side.

The corpse-driving Taoist priest, covered in blood, gasped for breath in pain.

"...It hurts so much, damn it, this blood corpse is so damn weird."

As a Taoist priest who specializes in dealing with zombies, Liu Fang had encountered blood zombies before and was no stranger to this type of zombie.

But the two blood corpses in front of him were far more ferocious than the blood corpses he had encountered before.

The place where evil spirits were nurtured, with the red coffin lid, and the blood corpse formed from the blood resentment of the family of three, made their superhuman strength surpass that of any blood corpse Liu Fang had ever encountered.

Not to mention that when these two blood corpses roared and charged, their deep, piercing roars contained a dizzying, eerie power that could cloud one's judgment.

The two paper figures in straw raincoats controlled by Liu Fang, the corpse-driving Taoist priest, had been completely torn to shreds.

His shoulder was covered in blood, with three deep claw marks that exposed bone, the flesh torn and gruesome. Two bloody holes in his right thigh were also bleeding profusely.

The only thing that could protect him was the stack of yellow talismans he was holding in his hand.

That was the incantation Ran Qing gave him to walk among the dead.

He had already used up all the talismans he had drawn himself, which were then used up by the four paper figures in straw raincoats.

However, those who follow the Yin lineage are not good at dealing with zombies, and the effect of the ghost curse left by Ran Qing can only be described as... better than nothing.

Mo Li, standing in front of the corpse-driving Taoist, was breathing heavily.

Her condition was better than Liu Fang's; she had not suffered any new injuries.

But with the four paper figures of the corpse-driving Taoist torn to shreds, Mo Li now had to single-handedly confront two blood corpses. The blood-red ghostly figures that flickered incessantly in the mist and occasionally rushed up increased the pressure on her.

The girl's arms, taut in front of her, trembled slightly, a sign of exhaustion.

The three people who had been driven to the corner were now at their wits' end.

The corpse-driving Taoist priest Liu Fang muttered, "...That damned knife-selling man, why didn't he give us knives on credit!"

"Aren't any of the three of us qualified to buy knives on credit?"

At this moment, the three of them were on the verge of death. If they had a kitchen knife from a knife seller, they might have been able to hold on for a little longer.

But that strange knife seller, when he walked through the mist into the Yin Altar, ignored the three people present and only gave Ran Qing a knife on credit.

Although the knife-selling man was infamous and no one wanted to lend him their knives, it was still better than being dead—at this moment, the corpse-driving Taoist suddenly complained that the knife-selling man wouldn't give him a knife anymore.

Mo Li, shrouded in mist, gave a wry smile and said, "Perhaps it's some kind of unwritten rule among knife sellers? They can only give a knife to one person at a time? I've never heard of a knife seller giving knives to two people at the same time..."

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing ghostly howl came from outside the stone chamber.

The sound was so loud it seemed to shatter eardrums, sending chills down one's spine.

The three people present, however, were suddenly invigorated and did not feel fear.

"...It's Li Hongye!"

"Ran Qing is back?"

The female ghost's howls outside the stone chamber were clearly a cry for help, indicating that she was under some kind of threat.

And in this ghost kingdom, the only one who can threaten her is clearly...

"...Wandering spirits of the Three Mountains, heed my command! Evil spirits of the Five Directions, descend upon my body!"

A strange incantation, as if many people were chanting at the same time, rang out outside the stone chamber.

Ran Qing, who had chased after Ran Qing to the foot of the platform, was surrounded by a storm of countless talisman papers.

Hundreds of talismans were held aloft by tiny red rope figures, fluttering around him and forming a massive vortex.

As Ran Qing chanted the [Summoning Evil Incantation], his body beneath the wooden mask underwent visible changes.

His body became burly, hunched, and leaning forward. The fingernails at the ends of his ten fingers grew rapidly and turned black. Fine scales spread densely all over his body... In just a few seconds, Ran Qing transformed into a terrifying monster more than two meters tall.

The little girl on its back shifted uncomfortably—she was pricked by the scales that had suddenly appeared on Ran Qing's body.

But the little girl, blindfolded, remembered Ran Qing's instructions and dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing her brother.

Above Ran Qing's head, the shrieking of a headless female ghost shattered the deathly silence of the ghost kingdom.

The pale eggs floating around the tall stone platform slowly wriggled and stretched, awakened by the female ghost's shrill screams.

Although she had lost her head, the female ghost still uttered a venomous voice.

"...Ran Qing, you're dead."

The female ghost escaped into the stone platform, where she could not only reunite with her parents' blood-soaked corpses, but also bewitch these pale, ghostly figures to attack the living.

She was confident of victory!
Ran Qing, standing below the platform, seemed oblivious to the danger above her.

The pale, ghostly figures floating around the high platform were already awakening one after another. Their sheer number was enough to overwhelm any living person. Even if the evil lord of the Wujiang Ghost Realm came here, he would not be able to escape unscathed.

But Ran Qing, as if willing to die, rushed towards the top of the platform.

He moved with the speed and agility of a beast unleashed from its cage, climbing the stone steps rapidly with both hands and feet, like a nimble salamander.

One by one, pale eggs awoke around him, but Ran Qing did not linger at all, and rushed up the high platform with the storm of hundreds of floating talismans.

Almost simultaneously with the headless female ghost, they rushed into the huge stone chamber.

Inside the stone chamber, a thick white mist obscured the view.

The moment Ran Qing rushed into the stone chamber, a cold wind suddenly rose in front of her, and a blood-red ghostly figure rushed out from the thick fog.

It was not a blood corpse, but a strange female corpse wearing a red veil and a bright red wedding dress.

—Ran Jianfei's zombie!
Ran Qing's thick, scale-covered arms were raised in front of him, blocking the woman's slender, pale hands.

The moment they touched, Ran Qing was stunned for a moment.

The female corpse was weaker than expected, unlike the monstrous strength of ordinary zombies.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Ran Qing's heart. He tried to back away, but found that the female corpse's pale hands suddenly moved and wrapped around Ran Qing's scaly hands as soft and boneless as snakes.

A chilling, bone-deep cold air spread over, instantly freezing Ran Qing in place.

From the thick fog on one side, Ran Jianfei, transformed into a flying zombie, swooped down.

In an instant, scales flew off Ran Qing's neck and shoulders, and the scales covering his body were torn apart, splattering blood everywhere.

"hiss……"

The near-decapitation and the stinging pain in her neck and shoulders caused Ran Qing, hidden behind the wooden mask, to make a sound.

Outside the stone chamber behind him, as pale, ghostly figures awoke one by one, the quiet ghost kingdom suddenly became lively.

The cacophony of suona horns, the shrill sound of lusheng (a type of reed pipe instrument), the booming of war drums, the echoing of gongs... those eerie and jarring notes reverberated and mingled in the darkness.

A chilling, eerie wind blew outside the stone chamber, and countless pale, ghostly figures completely blocked the enormous chamber.

The headless female ghost's venomous and excited voice rang out from the thick fog.

"...You're dead, Ran Qing!"

She was overjoyed to see Ran Qing trapped in a deadly situation.

Footsteps approached rapidly through the thick fog of the stone chamber, and Mo Li, the Corpse-Driving Taoist, and Long Zongshu emerged from the fog.

The four people, who had been separated after entering the stone chamber, finally reunited.

Mo Li issued a warning: "The blood corpse has gone into hiding!"

As the pale, ghostly figure outside awoke, the blood-soaked corpse that had been clinging to the three vanished instantly, clearly having gone into hiding.

Although Li Hongye could use the Ghost King's corpse to bewitch the ancient Luo ghost soldiers, it was only limited to bewitching and enticing; she could not truly control the ghost soldiers.

It dared not appear in the sight of those ghost soldiers.

Outside the stone chamber, the cacophony of deathly music grew ever closer, and pale, ghostly figures began to drift into the chamber.

Ran Qing stood still and said, "Proceed according to the original plan."

He did not panic. The ancient Luo ghost soldiers floating and sleeping outside the stone chamber were already included in the original plan of the four.

Ran Qing reached into her canvas bag and pulled out a stack of talismans. These last talismans were all eerily blood-red. Just taking them out gave people a chilling and ominous feeling.

Ran Qing raised the first blood talisman, muttering a shrill and strange incantation.

The chanting no longer sounded like a living person's voice.

A steady stream of blood dripped from Ran Qing's hand. That small blood talisman seemed to lead to a sea of ​​blood, and as it melted, blood continuously flowed onto the ground.

The noisy and jarring sounds of the evil lords suddenly disappeared from Ran Qing's ears.

This time, Ran Qing did not invite an ordinary evil master.

The noisy arena behind the masks seemed to vanish instantly. The usually boisterous and bloodthirsty evil lords had all disappeared without a trace.

Instead, a huge, hairy spider leg emerged from the blood beneath Ran Qing's feet.

The next second, the entire pool of blood boiled and rushed out of the stone chamber, transforming into a huge, blood-red spider.

The noisy music outside the stone chamber suddenly stopped, but the next second, the music became even more jarring.

The evil lord invaded the ghost kingdom, and even if it was just a projection of the evil lord, the ghost soldiers would immediately overwhelm it.

Meanwhile, Ran Qing, inside the stone chamber, was sweating profusely from the pain.

His left leg vanished into thin air the instant the evil lord charged out.

Fortunately, Mo Li reacted quickly and caught Ran Qing from behind.

Ran Qing, who had lost a leg, took a deep breath. Instead of rushing to heal his body, he continued chanting incantations and raised a blood incantation once more.

As he chanted his sinister incantation, another blood curse rapidly melted, and bright red blood flowed continuously within the stone chamber.

None of the four people in the stone chamber could clearly see what the evil lord looked like this time.

After the blood gushed out, a piercing, terrifying scream suddenly erupted outside, like an airplane flying low. The noise was utterly chilling.

The second evil lord flew at high speed outside the stone chamber, stirring up countless sandstorms.

The sand and gravel whipped up by the gale constantly bombarded the stone chamber and the high platform, creating a continuous crackling sound.

As the second evil lord appeared, Ran Qing, who was missing his right leg, suddenly stiffened. The next second, he leaned forward violently and spat out a mouthful of blood from the gaping maw of the wooden mask.

In that pool of blood, a bright red liver was beating.

The next second, the liver disappeared visibly, as if it had been eaten by some invisible thing.

Ran Qing felt a wave of dizziness and clearly felt that something was missing from her abdominal cavity.

Mo Li urged hurriedly, "Quick! Ghost Eye!"

The loss of a liver is a serious injury that requires immediate treatment.

Even a few more seconds could mean instant death.

Without hesitation, Ran Qing immediately unwrapped a corner of the bandage wrapped around her right arm, revealing a blood-red ghost eye.

A strange, eerie wind swept through the thick fog.

In the distance outside the stone chamber, a huge and terrifying phantom seemed to be looking down from the darkness.

The next second, Ran Qing was surrounded by a cold wind. His missing right leg, the empty eye sockets under the wooden mask, and the shriveled area in his abdominal cavity... the missing organs of his body were growing rapidly.

Just a few seconds later, Ran Qing was standing on the ground again, completely unharmed.

Outside the stone chamber behind them, terrifying noises erupted like a landslide or a tsunami.

The eerie music of the ancient demon soldiers nearly drowned out the two evil lords.

And with the terrifying commotion on the high platform, all the evil spirits wandering throughout the ancient ghost kingdom looked up and gazed over.

Evil spirits began to drift towards the high platform.

From the stone chamber in front of Ran Qing, Li Hongye's sinister laugh echoed.

"...What an amazing spirit medium."

"Your magical artifact can actually summon two evil lords."

"But it's no use, Ran Qing."

"This is the ancient Luo Ghost Kingdom! Even if you bring your master's Ghost Eye Goat God here, you will still be overwhelmed!"

The Ancient Luo Ghost Kingdom has occupied the deepest part of the Wujiang Ghost Realm for thousands of years. The dangers of this place are so great that even the evil lords of the Wujiang Ghost Realm are unwilling to approach it.

Even though the Ghost Kingdom was now mostly empty, countless ancient evil spirits were still wandering the human world.

But it still wasn't something the evil master Ran Qing had summoned could wreak havoc on.

However, Ran Qing did not intend to rely on the evil lords to wipe out the evil spirits.

He stared coldly at the thick fog ahead and said, "As long as you can hold off the ghost soldiers outside, we can kill you!"

Ran Qing, whose injuries had just healed, once again raised the blood talisman and chanted the incantation.

Bright red blood dripped down.

The headless female ghost in the mist was utterly shocked.

"...Just how many evil masters are behind your magical artifact?!"

Generally speaking, behind the ritual implements of a spirit medium, there is only one evil spirit.

The fact that Ran Qing summoned two evil lords was already strange enough.

But now Ran Qing is still using the blood curse...

The flowing blood kept flowing out of the stone chamber.

A terrifying, eerie shadow, as tall as a mountain, stood up outside the stone chamber.

He was almost level with the high platform, looking down at Ran Qing inside the stone chamber.

Despite the thick fog obscuring the view, the four people in the fog seemed to vaguely see the stone chamber and the figure of the evil lord when He looked down.

Ran Qing heard the Evil Lord's cold whisper.

"...Two minutes."

In the land of ghosts, evil spirits rioted.

Their three incarnations could hold out for Ran Qing for two minutes.

At this moment, all the pale, ghostly figures floating around the stone platform awoke.

Hundreds of eerie, pale white creatures, with slender limbs dragging strange musical instruments, slithered towards the three evil lords surrounding the stone platform like a dense swarm of white scorpions.

Meanwhile, within the ghost kingdom surrounding the stone platform, countless ghostly figures, some ugly and some enormous, continuously converged upon the high platform.

These hideous and grotesque ancient demons, upon seeing their evil lord appear in the demon kingdom, felt no fear whatsoever, but rather excitement and joy.

"Evil Lord!"

"We have a visitor!"

The evil spirits of the ancient Luo Ghost Kingdom overwhelmed the three enormous, blood-red evil lords.

Inside the fog-shrouded stone chamber, Ran Qing, missing an arm, once again raised the blood talisman and chanted incantations.

At this moment, the headless female ghost hidden in the mist of the stone chamber finally showed some panic and shock.

She screamed in disbelief.

"...You can even use blood talismans?!"

(End of this chapter)