What was that?
Cao Erzhu spun around and looked behind him.
Amid the wails of ghosts and howls of spirits, a long-haired figure in an open-front white robe appeared some distance away. His clothes were exceedingly old and worn.
The person was gaunt and extremely tall, with no discernible gender. Their skin was deathly pale, like a corpse that had been dead for three days.
"Gulp."
Cao Erzhu swallowed.
He had seen the person's face!
When the pale human skin on that fellow's face fell away with the motion of scratching his cheek, there was clearly nothing beneath it but white bone and wriggling maggots.
"It really is a corpse!"
Cao Erzhu was astonished beyond measure.
Half a year of training in the Ghost Buddha Realm had broadened his horizons considerably, and he had crammed countless bits of common knowledge about the Spirit Refining Realm.
Yet even though he had grown accustomed to monsters he had once feared, such as vicious ghosts and yin souls, Er Zhu found it hard to accept the creature before him... no, the dead thing.
This was no longer terrifying.
It was disgusting—an utterly warped, bizarre disgust that made one want to vomit.
"Sorry. I frightened you."
The voice really came from this Corpse Man, and there was even a trace of apology in it. That was far too... human!
As the Corpse Man spoke, he bent down, picked up the skin of his face, and slapped it carelessly back over his features.
"Little brother, to be honest, I was planning to ambush you just now. But you are truly interesting. You actually said that Grudge could sire offspring—and that he was oviparous."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how very interesting. It has stirred in me an even stronger impulse to get to know you more deeply."