Walking Corpse

Bang!

Yao Kui's mind went blank for an instant, as if he had felt the force of ten thousand tons slam into his body, bringing his thoughts to a halt in that very moment.

When Yao Kui came back to his senses, he found that he had already been flung far away from Nalan Yanran. His body had been deeply embedded in the wall. A chill ran through him as he blankly lowered his head and saw a huge hole in his abdomen. Blood poured out continuously, a ghastly sight to behold.

Before Yao Kui could even cry out over his grievous injuries, Nalan Yanran's mutilated body appeared directly in his line of sight. The flesh of her abdomen had rotted away, and her organs were barely held inside by her broken ribs. More than half of her intestines had slipped through those ribs, breaking free from her body and dragging across the floor without her awareness. Her skeletal hand, stripped of all flesh, tightly gripped the Scarlet Sword as she limped toward him in slow, staggering steps. The remaining half of her face still bore the savage ferocity of a wild beast. Blood-colored maggot-like things wriggled across her exposed skull, repairing her injuries bit by bit. That nauseating sight, coupled with the thick, pungent bloody aura, was enough to make anyone vomit.

"Ha..."

Red light emanated from Nalan Yanran's eyes as foul breath spilled from her mouth. Her throat produced a rumbling growl like that of a hungry wolf eyeing prey, and she stared fixedly at Yao Kui, who was embedded in the wall.

Yao Kui's body would not stop trembling.

Leaving aside the fact that he had no idea how such a horrifying wound had appeared on his abdomen, Nalan Yanran's injuries alone were unquestionably several times more