The More One Walks the Night Road, the More Likely One Is to Encounter a Ghost

The sheer number of zombies, their hard defenses, and their deadly poison made this situation nearly impossible for an ordinary martial artist in the Meridian Opening Realm.

Even if the Blood Qi Power in your body was strong enough to support you in slaughtering all these zombies, there was no guarantee that you could perfectly evade the siege of so many zombies without suffering the slightest injury in the process.

Yet faced with such a thorny situation, Shen Lin slowly broke into a smile.

"I thought this newly learned martial art would have no chance to show its worth..."

He muttered under his breath, then charged forward once more to meet the zombies surging toward him.

Crack!

The long sword stabbed into the Tiger Demon's neck. The blade twisted slightly, looking as if it were about to pry the tiger's head straight off.

What a perfect opportunity!

The Demonic Cultivator hidden among the zombie horde immediately brightened with excitement and rushed out.

Shen Lin's long sword was stuck—a perfect chance to attack!

But in the next moment, his vision blurred, and Shen Lin abruptly vanished from where he stood.

The long sword was still lodged in the Tiger Demon's neck, swaying back and forth without end.

Where was he?

How had he suddenly disappeared?

The Demonic Cultivator searched left and right in bewilderment, but just as he turned his head, he heard the ring of a sword.

He hurriedly turned back, only to see the long sword that had just been embedded in the Tiger Demon's neck spin clockwise once, directly removing the demon's head.

But Shen Lin was still nowhere to be seen.

It was as if that fellow had vanished into thin air and become invisible.

Seeing all the zombies under his command standing blankly in place without moving, the Demonic Cultivator suddenly had an idea. He pulled out a copper bell and gave it a swing.

Earlier, he had ordered these zombies to attack in coordination, so they would choose enemies within their field of vision to attack.

Since he could not see Shen Lin now, he might as well let them act freely and attack every living thing except himself.

Zombies sensed their enemies without relying on sight. Instead, they detected fluctuations of vitality.

Therefore, no matter what method Shen Lin used to conceal his form, he would inevitably reveal his whereabouts before these zombies!

Sure enough, in the next moment, the zombies all raised their heads, let out low growls, and began attacking.

Their target was actually himself?

No!

The Demonic Cultivator initially thought the zombies had gone berserk and turned on him.

But in the next instant, he suddenly came to his senses and fiercely swung a claw behind him.

Shen Lin was right behind him!

Swish!

Yet when the claw swept past, it achieved nothing apart from the sound of it tearing through the air.

After turning around and confirming that there was nothing behind him, the Demonic Cultivator heard the howl of a violent wind rise from within the zombie horde.

He turned around again, only to see a headless zombie.

The howl of the raging wind seemed to pull back the curtain on some sort of prelude, beginning to echo endlessly through the darkness.

With every howl, another zombie's head was taken.

Yet no matter how intently the Demonic Cultivator focused, staring wide-eyed without daring to blink, he still could not observe Shen Lin's whereabouts.

An inexplicable terror spread through his heart. Though he had long grown accustomed to the eerie atmosphere of graveyards, this was the first time he had felt fear in his heart.

Shen Lin seemed to have transformed into a ghost, like a god of death concealed within the shadows. He was clearly striking at will right before the Demonic Cultivator's eyes, yet the man could not see a thing.

"Come out!!!"

"As a member of the government, aren't you afraid of being laughed at for acting this way?"

"Come out, damn it!!!"

He began wildly swinging the black claws in his hands, attacking the enemy he imagined before him.

Not far away, the hunter stood there with his mouth agape, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.

Shen Lin was clearly strolling leisurely right in front of the Demonic Cultivator, yet the latter seemed to have gone blind. He could not see his opponent at all and merely kept attacking the empty air.

"What kind of technique did Master Shen use? He actually drove that fellow mad..."

Although the hunter had good eyesight, he was ultimately only a mortal and had never come into contact with martial cultivation.

If it had been another person who had just entered the martial path, such as County Lieutenant Hu or Miss Zijing, they would have witnessed Shen Lin's movements and could only marvel at the subtlety of his footwork.

Though it looked like he was merely strolling through a courtyard, every step he took brought him into a blind spot in the Demonic Cultivator's vision.

Like the man's own shadow, he could neither shake it off nor escape it, no matter what he did.

In the blink of an eye, the zombies fell one after another, leaving only the Demonic Cultivator raving madly.

His eyes were bloodshot as he panted heavily and continued swinging his black claws. Though exhausted, he did not dare stop.

The Corpse Puppets fell one by one, yet he could not even see where his opponent was.

This brought tremendous psychological pressure upon him.

And now, he was the only one left.

He did not dare stop moving, terrified that the moment he did, the howl of that violent wind would sound beside his ear and carry away his head.

Gradually, his movements grew slower and slower, while the angry roars in his mouth became hoarse.

With a thump, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees. He lowered his head and panted heavily.

Finally, at that moment, he saw his own shadow wriggle on the ground and split into another shadow.

Slowly raising his head, he finally saw Shen Lin, who had vanished for so long.

The other man was quietly looking at him, his expression neither sorrowful nor joyful.

"The more one walks the night road, the more likely one is to encounter a ghost. There's still a lot of truth in that saying."

Shen Lin's indifferent words were still echoing when dazzling sword light filled the Demonic Cultivator's entire field of vision.

At last... can I finally be free?

Facing the death that was about to arrive, he closed his eyes with some relief.

He had had enough of the terror just now. All he wanted was to close his eyes and rest properly.

But in the next instant, sharp pain came from every part of his body, forcing him to open his eyes.

Shen Lin's long sword had not taken his life. Instead, in a single instant, it had severed the tendons in his hands and feet.

"You... heh heh—"

Before he could finish his angry rebuke, the long sword in Shen Lin's hand swept sideways and struck him, directly dislocating his jaw.

"What are you thinking?"

Shen Lin crouched down and looked at him with a smile. "A living Demonic Cultivator can be exchanged for more rewards. There are still many things the County Yamen wants to ask you about."

Watching the Demonic Cultivator squirm incessantly, Shen Lin clapped his hands and stood up. He lifted the man with one hand, but just as he was about to head back, he seemed to remember something and waved toward the hunter.

"Master Shen, what are your orders?"

Having witnessed the scene just now, the hunter now looked at Shen Lin as if he were looking at a ghost. His gaze was indescribably strange.

Shen Lin paid it little mind. Instead, he pointed at a headless corpse and said, "Take a look at that one. Is it the corpse you discovered earlier?"

The hunter went over and examined it. He nodded with absolute certainty. "It is!"

Then everything was fine. The task had been completed perfectly!

Shen Lin let out a long breath and said, "Then take it with you. We're heading back to the County Yamen!"

"Huh?"

The hunter stood rooted to the spot. Looking at the headless corpse, whose body was already covered in maggots, he felt his scalp go numb.

That was not the end of it. Shen Lin's next words made him shudder violently.

"Oh, right. Don't forget his head."