Showered with Countless Affections

The thick black iron chains and the inscriptions covering the coffin all proclaimed one thing: its occupant was not to be trifled with.

But so what if it was?

Knowing there were tigers in the mountains, he headed straight for Tiger Mountain.

"Little fairy, big brother's here to dote on you."

Qin He chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and raised his broadsword at the chains.

Don't ask where the broadsword came from. This was the Corpse Burning Hall. When corpses rose, they had to fight, and all eighteen kinds of weapons were available.

Bang—clatter!

With a dull crash, the iron chains snapped and clattered to the ground.

Qin He tossed aside the blade and picked up a crowbar.

With a few quick pries, he flipped the coffin lid open.

A cloud of white smoke rose from within the coffin.

Through the hazy mist, a fair, snow-white hand extended from inside and slowly rested on the coffin's edge.

Its fingers were slender and long, gleaming with a crystalline jade luster beneath the Soul-Capturing Lamp.

Then a graceful, delicate body slowly sat up, black hair cascading like a waterfall, fragrant shoulders and a beautiful back exposed.

Most captivating of all was that face: willow-leaf brows, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, enchanting eyes that could hook away one's soul, and slightly upturned red lips overflowing with seduction.

Qin He's mouth fell open. He was completely dumbfounded.

There really was... a fairy?

"Giggle~"

The woman gave a soft laugh, her voice like an oriole's song. She slowly stepped out of the coffin and walked toward Qin He, one step at a time.

A thin veil covered her body, revealing and concealing by turns.

Qin He's gaze went blank at once, and a besotted look appeared on his face.

Too beautiful.

"Little brother, you just said you wanted to dote on me. So what... are you waiting for?"

The woman walked up to Qin He. Her jade finger rested on his chest, while her red lips bit lightly as they drifted lower and lower, lower and lower.

Her delicate body pressed against his, swaying faintly.

Her skin, close enough to touch, was like freshly peeled egg white, and her fragrance washed over him.

Qin He felt a blaze rise in his lower abdomen, nearly consuming him whole. His breathing grew uncontrollably heavy.

Overwhelming desire turned his eyes bloodshot.

"Ah!"

Bang!

Qin He let out a roar.

The next instant, the sharp crowbar viciously stabbed into the woman's delicate body.

The amorous atmosphere came to an abrupt halt.

The woman slowly lowered her head and looked at herself, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"You actually...?"

Slowly, that disbelief turned into chilling malice. Her eyes flew wide open and became scarlet.

Patches of her fair skin peeled away, turning into shriveled blue flesh. Her black hair transformed into white fur. Worst of all, her face became a terrifying rotten visage, with maggots wriggling through it.

She was clearly an incomparably terrifying vicious corpse.

Roar!

The vicious corpse roared. Her hands swelled into Corpse Claws and stabbed viciously toward Qin He.

Whoosh!

Qin He had always believed in striking first. The instant it moved, a hundred Corpse Suppressing Nails turned into a torrential downpour and shot fiercely toward it.

There was no trace of infatuation left on his face.

This was a Charm Corpse. By a fortunate coincidence, it had awakened a bewitchment art. It was a type of mutated zombie, stranger and more dangerous than ordinary zombies.

At such close range, eighty years of inner force and sixty years of Dao Xing magic power erupted in full. The Corpse Suppressing Nails were unstoppable as they drove savagely into the Charm Corpse's body.

The Charm Corpse stiffened all over and staggered a few times, but it did not fall.

Qin He took one look and thought, Oh? Pretty tough. No wonder you were the finale.

Fine. You were the only one left anyway. He would let it taste what it meant to be showered with countless "affections."

With a flick of his hand, he bestowed every last one of the hundred-odd remaining Corpse Suppressing Nails upon it.

The Charm Corpse was instantly nailed into a hedgehog and fell backward.

Seeing this, Qin He let out a light breath.

That had been close.

The Charm Corpse did not confuse reason. It stirred the body's instinctive reactions.

He knew perfectly well that this thing could not possibly be a beautiful woman, that it was merely a corpse in disguise. Yet his body's reaction had been impossible to suppress, the surging impulse nearly drowning out his reason.

Fortunately, Qin He had a solid foundation. Had it been an ordinary Corpse Burning Official, he would definitely have had to surrender his life and all his Yang Energy.

Although the Charm Corpse had fallen, it had not given up resisting. It continued to struggle and twitch, its pair of scarlet blood-red eyes filled with madness. Corpse Qi billowed from its body, and the Corpse Suppressing Nails embedded in it were visibly melting away.

Qin He was rather startled. Two hundred Corpse Suppressing Nails, and the Soul-Capturing Lamp was still there.

Yet this Charm Corpse could still cause trouble. He truly had no idea what its origins were; its level was even higher than he had estimated.

And judging from the situation, it was only a matter of time before it broke free.

"I've already given you all your rewards, yet you still refuse to behave."

Qin He looked down at it from above, shaking his head with a face full of disappointment.

"You must die, must die, heh heh heh..."

The Corpse Suppressing Nails in the Charm Corpse's mouth melted first. It spoke human words, but the voice was... that of a man.

"A man?"

Qin He instantly felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.

He had actually been seduced by a male corpse?

If it had been a female corpse, even rotten, it would still have been understandable.

A male corpse?

Even warm, it would be revolting.

He looked down again. It really was a male corpse, damn it. It even had an Adam's apple.

"You dead pervert!!"

Qin He broke out in goosebumps. He pulled a carving knife from his pocket, picked up the large chopper beside him, and began engraving inscriptions onto it.

The carving knife had been a Punishment Slave's torture tool. Qin He had kept one when burying him, and it was exceptionally sharp.

The inscription was called "Auspicious Talismans."

That was right—the same inscription engraved on the Corpse Suppressing Nails.

Qin He was going to make Corpse Suppressing Nails on the spot. No, Corpse Suppressing Blades!

Shadowless Hand!

When you focused wholeheartedly, your hand speed became unimaginably fast.

Swish, swish, swish...

Qin He's hands moved at lightning speed. In the short span of a dozen breaths, he engraved over three hundred Auspicious Talismans inscriptions onto the large chopper.

Then Qin He grinned and, under the Charm Corpse's slightly stunned gaze, stabbed the blade into its mouth.

You could melt little nails, so try melting this big chopper.

"Hrrgh, hrrgh, hrrgh~"

Yet the Charm Corpse still refused to submit. It struggled even more violently.

A blast of foul Corpse Qi sprayed fiercely at Qin He.

Naturally, it could not harm him in the slightest, but the stench nearly knocked him out.

"You've got some nerve. If I don't dote on you until you're completely obedient today, then this trip through time was for nothing!"

"Take this, Pikachu!"

Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon!

Great Luo Dharma Spell!

Pineapple, pineapple honey~!~

Qin He grabbed the eighteen kinds of weapons from the table, engraving them with swift strokes before greeting the Charm Corpse with them just as swiftly.

Saber! Spear! Sword! Halberd! Axe! Battle-axe! Hook! Fork!

Whip! Mace! Hammer! Claw! Tang! Staff! Lance! Meteor hammer! Crutch!

One incense stick later, when Qin He viciously rammed the last Wolf Tooth Club into its shit-hole—

The Charm Corpse finally fell silent.