The Night Road, Traveled Too Often, Will Eventually Lead to a Ghost

A large number of zombies, tough defenses, and vicious toxins. For an ordinary Meridian Opening Realm Martial Artist, such a situation would be almost unsolvable.

Because even if your vital energy was abundant enough to support killing all these zombies, it wouldn't guarantee that you could perfectly dodge the encirclement of the numerous zombies during the process and avoid taking any damage.

Yet, facing such a tricky situation, Shen Lin slowly smiled.

"I originally thought this newly learned martial art would have no use..."

He muttered softly and charged forward again, facing the surging zombies.

Crack!

The long sword pierced the Tiger Demon's neck, the blade slightly twisting, appearing as if it were about to pry off the tiger's head.

Good opportunity!

The Demonic Cultivator hiding among the zombie horde saw this and his eyes immediately lit up. He rushed out without hesitation.

Shen Lin's long sword was stuck, a perfect opening for an attack!

But the next moment, his vision blurred. Shen Lin had abruptly vanished from his original spot.

The long sword remained stuck in the Tiger Demon's neck, swaying back and forth.

Where did he go?

How did he suddenly disappear?

The Demonic Cultivator, confused, tried to scan his surroundings. But as soon as he turned his head, he heard a sword's hum.

He quickly looked back and saw the long sword, which had been stuck in the Tiger Demon's neck, rotate clockwise, directly severing the Tiger Demon's head.

But Shen Lin's figure was still nowhere to be seen.

It was as if that guy had simply vanished into thin air, becoming invisible.

Seeing his zombie subordinates standing there blankly and motionless, he suddenly had a thought. He took out a copper bell and shook it.

He had previously given these zombies a coordinated attack command, so they would choose to attack enemies within their field of vision.

Now that he couldn't see Shen Lin, he decided to let them act freely and attack any living creature other than himself.

Zombies don't sense enemies through sight, but through life force fluctuations.

Therefore, no matter what method Shen Lin used to conceal his figure, he would always reveal his tracks before these zombies!

As expected, the next moment, the zombies all raised their heads, let out a low growl, and began their attack.

The target... it's me?

No!

The Demonic Cultivator initially thought the zombies had gone out of control and turned on him.

But the next moment, he suddenly came to his senses and wildly swung a claw behind him.

Shen Lin was right behind him!

Swish!

But as the claw passed, apart from the sound of breaking air, there was nothing.

Turning around, the Demonic Cultivator had just confirmed his back was safe when the sound of a fierce wind echoed from within the zombie horde.

He turned again, and what met his eyes was a headless zombie.

The sound of the fierce wind seemed to pull open some kind of curtain, beginning to echo incessantly in the darkness.

Each sound could take away a zombie's head.

But no matter how hard the Demonic Cultivator concentrated, how wide he opened his eyes, never daring to blink, he couldn't track Shen Lin's movements.

An inexplicable terror spread in his heart. Despite being accustomed to the eerie environment of the graveyard, he felt fear in his heart for the first time.

Shen Lin seemed to have transformed into a phantom, like a Grim Reaper hidden in the shadows. He was clearly acting right before his eyes, yet he couldn't see anything.

"Come out!!!"

"As an official, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed for acting like this?"

"Come out, ahhhhh!!!"

He began to wildly swing the black claws in his hand, launching attacks at the enemy he imagined.

Not far away, the Hunter stared with his mouth agape, watching the scene before him in disbelief.

Shen Lin was clearly walking leisurely right in front of the Demonic Cultivator, yet the Demonic Cultivator seemed to be blind, unable to see the other party at all, only attacking the empty air.

"What kind of technique did Master Shen use to make that guy go crazy..."

Although the Hunter had good eyesight, he was ultimately a mortal who had never come into contact with martial arts cultivation.

If it were another person who had just begun martial arts, like County Lieutenant Hu or Miss Zijing, they would only marvel at Shen Lin's exquisite footwork upon seeing him now.

Although it looked like a leisurely stroll, with every step he took, he would appear in the Demonic Cultivator's blind spot.

Like his shadow, no matter what he did, he couldn't shake him off or escape.

In an instant, the zombies fell one by one, leaving only the Demonic Cultivator acting erratically.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he panted heavily as he continuously swung his black claws, not daring to stop despite his exhaustion.

The corpse puppets fell one by one, yet he couldn't even see where his opponent was.

This fact placed immense psychological pressure on him.

And now, he was all alone.

He didn't dare to stop moving, fearing that the moment he did, the sound of the wind whistling would echo in his ears, taking his head.

Gradually, his movements became slower and slower, and the roars from his mouth grew hoarse.

With a thump, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, lowering his head to gasp for air.

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

Slowly raising his head, he finally saw Shen Lin, who had been gone for a long time.

The other man was looking at him quietly, his expression neither happy nor sad.

"Walk too many night roads, and you'll eventually meet a ghost. That saying is quite true."

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

Finally... could he be freed?

Facing the imminent death, he closed his eyes with a sense of relief.

He was tired of the fear he had just experienced and just wanted to close his eyes and rest.

But the next moment, a sharp pain spread through various parts of his body, forcing him to open his eyes.

Shen Lin's long sword had not taken his life; instead, in an instant, it had severed his hand and leg tendons.

"You want to... cough cough"

Before a single reprimand could escape his lips, Shen Lin's long sword swept across horizontally, directly dislocating his jaw.

"What are you thinking?"

Shen Lin crouched down, looking at him, and smiled, "A living Demonic Cultivator can fetch more rewards. The County Yamen still has many questions for you."

Looking at the Demonic Cultivator whose body was still wriggling, Shen Lin clapped his hands and stood up. He directly lifted the man with one hand and was about to turn back when he seemed to remember something and waved to the Hunter.

"Master Shen, do you have any orders?"

Having witnessed what had just happened, the Hunter now looked at Shen Lin as if he were a ghost, his eyes filled with an indescribable strangeness.

Shen Lin didn't pay much attention and pointed to a headless corpse, saying, "Take a look at that. Is that the body you found earlier?"

The Hunter stepped forward and examined it, nodding with certainty, "Yes!"

That's good, the task is now perfectly completed!

Shen Lin let out a long sigh, "Then take it with you, and let's head back to the County Yamen!"

"Ah?"

The Hunter froze on the spot. Looking at the headless corpse, which already had maggots crawling on it, he felt his scalp tingle.

This wasn't over yet. Shen Lin's next words made him shudder.

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