Missing Corpses? All Corpses!

With a loud crash.

The silence of the night forest was shattered.

Lin Fan's expression changed drastically at the sight.

His energy circulated, and the vital essence throughout his body gathered in his lower body.

His steps instantly quickened.

Bang.

At the tent entrance, Lin Fan stamped down with one foot.

He firmly caught A Dong, who had been sent flying out.

His powerful aura erupted completely, making the earth tremble.

The tent seemed to have been struck by a hurricane.

It was almost overturned.

"What happened?"

Lin Fan asked urgently.

A Dong endured the pain, covered his chest, and said, "The missing corpse came back to life. It's inside the tent."

"Not good! Attendant Wu and the Seventy-One Prince are in danger."

Lin Fan cursed inwardly.

He suddenly released the hands supporting A Dong.

With a flash, he entered the tent.

The reanimated corpse was reaching out toward the Seventy-One Prince.

Lin Fan quickly circulated his energy.

His aura flowed through both fists.

The aura of the Xiantian Seventh Heaven erupted violently.

He punched straight at the reanimated corpse.

Bang.

A loud explosion rang out.

The reanimated corpse took Lin Fan's punch head-on.

Under the impact, its body flew backward and smashed through the tent.

Lin Fan promptly rescued the Seventy-One Prince, who was being afflicted by corpse poison.

Without stopping, he chased after the direction in which the corpse had flown.

Lin Fan quickly leaped out and observed his surroundings intently.

Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke swept past outside the tent, and the corpse vanished without a trace.

It disappeared completely into the deep, dark night forest.

Lin Fan turned and returned to the tent.

The sudden change, together with the successive sounds of fighting,

awakened everyone.

"What happened?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes hurried over and asked Lin Fan.

Lin Fan seemed to be pondering as he replied, "A Dong just came back to replace the glutinous rice on the Seventy-One Prince and discovered that the missing corpse had revived. Fortunately, I was nearby and managed to drive it away. But after I chased it outside, a thick fog appeared, and it vanished."

"It revived?!"

Daoist Priest Qian He was startled, and then felt a wave of lingering fear.

Fortunately, he had listened to everyone's advice.

Otherwise, this situation might truly have led to disaster.

"Strange things keep happening in this forest. In my opinion, everyone should be cautious."

Master Yixiu frowned and spoke.

"Senior Disciple Brother, it's fortunate you were here. Otherwise..."

A Dong covered his chest and walked over.

"Junior Nephew Lin Fan, did that corpse do anything else when you entered?"

Daoist Priest Qian He asked.

"I only saw it reach out toward the Seventy-One Prince. The situation was urgent, so I could only stop it."

Lin Fan answered.

Daoist Priest Qian He nodded to express his thanks.

If Lin Fan had not acted in time, the Seventy-One Prince would have been in danger.

Who would have thought that this reanimated corpse would be so strange?

It had actually concealed its aura and slipped in without anyone noticing.

Before Daoist Priest Qian He could think further,

a series of shrill cries rang out.

"This is too terrifying! I can't stay in this cursed place anymore. Hurry and take us back to the Daoist's house. We can discuss everything tomorrow."

Attendant Wu wailed as he shouted.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes looked at Attendant Wu with disdain.

Having listened to that fellow wail and cry out repeatedly,

he was either startled or shrieking.

It was truly irritating.

Growing somewhat displeased, he said, "All you know is how to cry and shout. Do you think my house welcomes just anyone?"

"Daoist Priest Qian He, I don't want to live anymore!"

Tears streamed down Attendant Wu's face, as though he had suffered the greatest injustice.

Daoist Priest Qian He stepped forward.

He exchanged a glance with Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

Then he said, "Senior Brother, we'll have to trouble you again. Chief Attendant Wu is only worried about the Seventy-One Prince."

At least their lodgings would be brightly lit.

Unlike this endless, impenetrable night forest.

"Daoist Priest Qian He is right. There may still be further changes in the forest. We should head back."

Master Yixiu joined in.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes waved his hand at Daoist Priest Qian He as he replied.

After saying that, he walked alone toward the tent entrance.

"Then there's no time to lose. Let's get moving."

Seeing this, Lin Fan spoke to everyone.

As soon as he finished, Attendant Wu hurriedly picked up the Seventy-One Prince.

He rose and followed closely behind.

Everyone walked outside.

The darkness-shrouded night radiated an atmosphere of.

Bone-chilling terror.

Rustle.

The group made their way through the forest.

The shadowy night forest was filled with an endless sense of dread.

It was as though some unknown danger was stirring restlessly in the darkness.

Attendant Wu carried the Seventy-One Prince and looked around nervously.

His expression was tense, as if any sound at all.

Could scare him witless.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes and Daoist Priest Qian He led the way.

Lin Fan and Master Yixiu walked beside them.

The others followed closely behind.

Suddenly, a rustling sound arose.

A Dong, whose hearing was especially keen, seemed to have noticed something.

"It's on the left. There's a sound over there."

A Dong raised his hand and pointed.

"Senior Brother, isn't that where we buried the corpses?"

Hearing this, A Bei said in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking,

the reanimated corpse that had attacked the tent at night.

Leaped out like a wild beast.

"That's it, Master!"

A Dong cried out.

His voice had barely fallen

when a strange churning sound came from the soil.

Bang.

A loud crash rang out.

Soil sprayed in every direction as a wisp of black smoke drifted away.

The other nine buried corpses broke through the earth.

They stood in neat rows behind the leading corpse.

"Oh, come on! Is this ever going to end tonight? If this old Daoist doesn't show his power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes raised his bronze sword.

He held two fingers upright in a sword seal, and golden light flowed over the bronze blade.

He began chanting an incantation, preparing to fight them.

Daoist Priest Qian He hurried forward and reached out to stop him.

With a grave expression, he said, "Senior Brother, don't underestimate them. Something about this feels wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking,

the ten corpses quickly scattered.

Their bodies moved as swiftly as the wind, and wherever they passed,

they stirred up waves of breeze, sending fallen leaves flying into the air.

In an instant, they surrounded everyone.

Then they raised both hands and pointed straight at the group.

"Protect them."

Lin Fan's expression hardened as he spoke.

After saying this,

everyone surrounded Attendant Wu and the Seventy-One Prince.

They formed a circle, scanning the corpses around them.

The corpses hemming them in made creaking sounds in the silent night forest.

The noise was especially clear, and their slender, elongated fingertips.

Glimmered with a cold light under the moonlight.

"Huh? Are these zombies?"

Jia Le cried out in terror.

Seeing this, Lin Fan swept his gaze across the many corpses.

Then he said, "No corpse aura is emanating from them. They aren't zombies."

"They aren't zombies?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes thought to himself.

He focused his gaze on them and indeed found not the slightest trace of corpse aura.

Hearing this, Daoist Priest Qian He nodded.

With a grave expression, he said, "There truly isn't a trace of corpse aura. Stranger still, they don't have the slightest bit of vitality anywhere in their bodies. They're dead, yet haven't undergone corpse transformation, and they have no vitality at all. What exactly is going on with these things? This is too strange!"

As his voice fell,

the corpses twisted their limbs.

Their forms contorted in all kinds of ways, emitting successive cracking sounds as their bones shattered.

Then, like bizarre creatures, they began charging toward everyone.

Seeing this, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes hurriedly shouted, "Don't get separated! Form up. I'll take the left, Junior Brother Qian He the right, and you bald donkey hold the rear. Lin Fan, take the east, south, west, and north. Jia Le and Qingqing, watch the front. Keep your current positions."

Everyone obeyed the order.

They all assumed combat stances.

They slowly spread out and stabilized their formation.