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Chapter 137 Corpse Slave
Chapter 137 Corpse Slave
"Senior Sister Wu!"
Upon seeing this, the three men's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly swung their weapons at the patch of grass.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
In an instant, swords flashed and killing intent surged. The patch of grass was cut down in a flash, leaving only deep pits in the soil.
But there was no one there.
"It's that little bitch!"
"Quick, let's go! Her strength seems to have increased again!"
"Senior sisters, wait for me! My legs feel numb!"
Three figures, two in front and one behind.
Upon hearing this, the two people in front were about to wait for the person behind when they suddenly saw a tomb next to them begin to shake violently!
Then, the soil fell in a flurry.
A brand-new, jet-black coffin slowly emerged from the grave.
"Junior Sister Yang! Let's go!"
Upon seeing this, the two people in front cried out and ran away.
The woman behind her stumbled and ran a few steps before suddenly stopping, her legs going weak. She cried out, "Senior sisters, wait for me! Wait for me—"
She only just realized that the nail that had just pierced her foot seemed to be poisonous!
Terror and despair surged forth like a tidal wave.
The other two had already run out of the graveyard and disappeared into the dark woods ahead.
"Click—"
At that moment, the coffin that had mysteriously risen from the grave suddenly made a crisp sound.
Then, the heavy coffin lid slowly opened.
The poisoned woman turned deathly pale with fright. She trembled and tried her best to move and run away, but her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.
A dark figure slowly sat up from the coffin.
When the poisoned woman turned around in terror, the dark figure was already silently standing behind her.
"Night—Junior Sister Night, spare me—"
She cried and begged for mercy.
But the dark figure grabbed her hair and severed her head in one swift motion.
The crying and pleas for mercy abruptly ceased.
The pitch-black graveyard returned to deathly silence, save for the hissing sound of blood spurting from a headless corpse.
The dark figure took out a dagger and began peeling skin directly.
Luo Qingchen hid behind a grave not far away, watching this horrifying scene. She didn't dare to continue burying the body and quietly retreated, preparing to leave.
He was deeply shocked.
Judging from the aura released by the opponent when they killed someone, it seems that their cultivation level has also broken through to the Strength Realm!
What an terrifying cultivation speed!
But why is there no news from the other side between the sect and Black Phoenix Peak?
This is so weird!
"Poof One"
Just as he was quietly retreating, a dark shadow suddenly flew out from a low pine tree in front of him.
The dark figure squeaked and pounced directly at him.
He was startled, drew his knife with a clang, and leaped up. With a flash of cold light, he cleaved the swooping bat in two.
Without any hesitation, he landed and, as soon as he stepped off the ground, dashed out of the graveyard and headed towards the dark woods ahead.
"puff!"
But after running a short distance, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the soles of his feet.
He stepped on a nail!
This shock was truly terrifying!
Moreover, these iron nails seem to be made of black iron!
No one knew better than him just how insidious and powerful this seemingly insignificant and disregarded iron nail was!
"Swoosh 39"
He gritted his teeth, unleashed all his strength, and fled swiftly into the dark forest.
He now only hopes that the nail wasn't poisoned.
However, the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.
The next second, he suddenly felt a numbness in the sole of his foot, and one leg began to go weak and he couldn't muster any strength.
His speed suddenly slowed down.
Gritting his teeth and dragging his right leg, he walked a distance before suddenly feeling his whole body go numb.
He stopped in his tracks, immediately ate a few mouthfuls of the antidote that A Yao had prepared for him, and then his body went limp, so he reached out and grabbed a large tree next to him for support.
"Clang—"
He couldn't hold the knife in his other hand either, and it fell to the ground.
At that moment, a deep sense of irony suddenly welled up in his heart.
Born of nails, die of nails?
As his body went limp, and he leaned against the large tree beside him, collapsing helplessly to the ground, a sinister sound, like the footsteps of a death messenger, slowly approached from behind him.
Then, it stopped behind him.
He turned his head with difficulty and looked over.
A petite figure, draped in a black cloak and wearing a black veil, approached him from behind, exuding a sinister aura.
She reached out, grabbed his hair with one hand, and held a dagger to his neck with the other.
The cold blade felt as if it had already cut into his skin.
Clearly, he too would suffer the same fate as the female disciple before him, losing his head.
At that moment, he felt an unusual calm.
There was no fear, no panic, and no resentment or despair at the impending demise of life.
He slowly closed his eyes.
The sudden relaxation allowed the long-accumulated fatigue to silently blanket him like an endless night.
In the moment he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a cold voice.
"I'll give you two choices: die, or sign a blood pact with me and become my living corpse slave, forever—my servant!"
It turns out that everything has a cause and effect.
He fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how long I slept.
When he woke up, it was pitch black all around him, and all was quiet. He had no idea where he was.
Only a sinister aura emanated from him.
Is this hell?
If nothing unexpected happens, he should have already had his head cut off, his skin peeled off, and become a bloody, mangled corpse.
He opened his eyes, stared blankly for a moment, then raised his hand and touched his surroundings.
coffin?
He was lying in a coffin?
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
He tapped the left side with the back of his finger, producing a dull, hollow sound.
It is indeed a coffin.
He reached out and touched his right side, where he suddenly felt a soft, cold body.
Corpse?
He touched it again, and his hand touched the other person's chest.
A woman's corpse?
"Snapped!"
The next second, a loud slap landed on his face.
The "corpse" beside him slapped him.
Then the other person sat up and, with a "whoosh," pushed open the heavy coffin lid.
Outside was a dark and damp space.
It seemed that a dim oil lamp was still lit.
In the dim light, Luo Qingchen was able to see the "corpse" next to her.
It wasn't a corpse, but rather the Night Sister, who wore a black cloak and a black veil and enjoyed killing and skinning people.
At this moment, the other person's eyes, as black as night, were staring at him with a cold and icy gaze.
"I'm not dead?"
Luo Qingchen covered her burning cheeks and suddenly realized what was happening.
"I'll give you two choices."
The petite figure beside him spoke in a cold voice.
"Die, or sign a blood pact with me, become my living corpse slave, and be my servant forever!"
Sure enough, the voice was real before I lost consciousness.
The reason why this junior sister Ye didn't immediately cut off his head was that she wanted him to sign a blood pact, making him obey her forever.
Only then did he realize that both his legs were broken and tightly bound by an iron chain.
Sure enough, karma came back to bite them.
"Just kill me."
He blurted out those words unconsciously.