An unquenchable fire burned in Chen Shi's heart.
This era was already chaotic enough; the Thirteen Noble Families of the Yang World brought disaster and ruled the mortal realm, the aristocratic factions colluding to treat the common people like fish and meat on a chopping block. Far too many people died unjustly in the mortal world, and after death they could not enter the Immortal Capital, forced instead to become lonely, wandering ghosts.
Yet even after dying unjustly, they were still treated like pasture grass by the ghost gods of the Underworld and fed to livestock!
He had seen plenty of bullying, but he had never seen anyone bullied to this extent!
Heavy hoofbeats echoed from the mist, and long, crimson tongues came flying with a swoosh, coiling toward Chen Shi and Peng Ju.
Chen Shi shifted his stance to dodge, raised a hand to grab that crimson tongue, and circulated the Blood Lake True Scripture. Suddenly, the vital qi within the tongue surged along his finger bones and poured into his body.
In an instant, the long tongue withered rapidly, turning into something like a sun-dried stick of firewood. It grew very brittle, snapping with a crisp crack and dropping to the ground to shatter into a dozen pieces.
Chen Shi only felt that vital qi circulate through his body for a single cycle, and his skeleton body actually developed a faint, strange sensation of having flesh. It seemed to gain a hint of tactile feel; the soles of his feet could sense the roughness of the ground and the sandy texture of the shifting mist.
Moreover, the pool of blood behind the back of his head actually grew somewhat larger without him noticing, and the circulation speed of the Blood Lake True Scripture also became much faster.
Chen