Missing corpses? All the corpses!

With a snap.

It broke the silence of the deep woods.

Lin Fan's eyes changed drastically at the sight.

His aura circulated, and his vital energy gathered at his lower body.

His footwork instantly became incredibly fast.

Bang.

At the tent entrance, Lin Fan stomped down.

He steadily caught A Dong, who was flying backward.

A powerful aura erupted, shaking the earth.

The tent was as if attacked by a hurricane.

It was almost blown away.

"What's going on?"

Lin Fan asked urgently.

A Dong endured the pain, clutching his chest, and said, "The missing corpse has revived and is inside the tent."

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

Lin Fan cursed inwardly.

He suddenly released his hands that were supporting A Dong.

With a flicker, he entered the tent.

He saw the revived corpse reaching out to grab Seventy-One Prince.

Lin Fan quickly circulated his aura.

His aura flowed to his fists.

The aura of Xiantian Realm, seventh heaven, erupted.

He punched straight at the revived corpse.

Bang.

An explosion.

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

Under the impact, its body was sent flying, crashing through the tent.

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

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

Lin Fan leaped out quickly, observing his surroundings intently.

Suddenly, he saw a puff of black smoke sweep past outside the tent, and the corpse vanished with it.

In the dark, deep woods, it disappeared without a trace.

Lin Fan turned and returned to the tent.

The sudden anomaly and the successive sounds of fighting.

Woke everyone up.

"What happened!"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes quickly stepped forward and asked Lin Fan.

Lin Fan seemed to be contemplating something as he replied, "A Dong just came back to give Seventy-One Prince some glutinous rice and discovered the missing corpse had revived. Fortunately, I was nearby and rushed back to repel it. But after I chased it out, a thick fog appeared, and it vanished."

"Revived?!"

Daoist Priest Qian He's heart skipped a beat, followed by a wave of fear.

Fortunately, he had listened to everyone's advice.

Otherwise, this mess would have truly been disastrous.

"Strange things keep happening in these woods. In my humble opinion, everyone should be cautious."

Master Yixiu frowned and said.

"Senior Disciple Brother, thank goodness you're here. Otherwise..."

A Dong clutched his chest and walked over.

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

Daoist Priest Qian He asked.

"I only saw it reach out to grab Seventy-One Prince. The situation was urgent, so I could only intervene," Lin Fan replied.

Daoist Priest Qian He nodded, expressing his gratitude.

If Lin Fan hadn't intervened in time, Seventy-One Prince would have been in danger.

He hadn't expected the resurrected corpse to be so bizarre.

It could actually deceive everyone and conceal its aura.

It had entered without anyone noticing.

Before Daoist Priest Qian He could think further.

Piercing screams erupted.

"This is too terrifying, I can't stay in this cursed place. Hurry and take us back to the Daoist Priest's room. We can talk about anything tomorrow."

Attendant Wu cried out with a mournful face.

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

Listening to the ghost wailing and crying endlessly.

Jumping in fright at the slightest sound.

It was truly annoying.

Slightly displeased, he spoke: "All you do is cry and scream. Is my room a place that anyone can just come to!"

"Daoist Priest Qian He, this servant doesn't want to live anymore."

Attendant Wu's tears streamed down, as if he had suffered immense injustice.

Daoist Priest Qian He stepped forward.

He exchanged a look with Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

Then he said, "Senior Brother, we can only trouble you again. Attendant Wu is just worried about Seventy-One Prince, isn't he?"

After all, the lodging had lights.

Unlike this night forest, which was unfathomably dark.

"Daoist Priest is absolutely right. There might be more changes in the night forest, we should hurry back."

Master Yixiu chimed in.

"Sigh, whatever you say goes. Fine, fine."

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

He then walked out of the tent alone.

"Then we shouldn't delay, let's go."

Lin Fan said to everyone upon seeing this.

As soon as he finished speaking, Attendant Wu, holding Seventy-One Prince, at least.

Got up and followed closely behind.

Everyone walked out.

The dark night exuded a.

Chilling aura of fear.

Rustle.

The group moved through the forest.

The dim night forest surrounded them with boundless fear.

As if some unknown danger was lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.

Attendant Wu held Seventy-One Prince, looking left and right.

His expression was tense, as if any sound at this moment.

Could scare him out of his wits.

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

Lin Fan and Master Yixiu were beside them.

Everyone followed closely behind.

Suddenly, a rustling sound arose.

A Dong, with his keen hearing, seemed to have discovered something.

"It's from the left, there's a sound over there."

A Dong pointed to the left.

"Senior Brother, isn't that where we buried the bodies!"

Hearing this, A Bei exclaimed in surprise.

As soon as the words fell.

The resurrected corpse that had attacked the tent that night.

Leapt out like a wild beast.

"It's him, Master!"

A Dong exclaimed.

As his voice faded.

A strange churning sound suddenly came from the earth.

Bang.

With a sound.

Dirt splashed everywhere, and a wisp of black smoke drifted out.

The other nine buried corpses broke through the soil and emerged.

They stood in a neat line behind the leading corpse.

"Oh dear, this night is never-ending. You really think I'm a sick cat just because I don't get serious, old Daoist."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes raised his bronze sword.

He pointed his index finger, and golden light surged up the bronze sword.

He began chanting, preparing to fight.

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

He spoke with a solemn expression, "Senior Brother, don't underestimate them. This feeling… it's not right."

As soon as the words fell.

The ten corpses quickly spread out.

Their movements were swift as the wind, and wherever they passed.

They stirred up gusts of wind, causing fallen leaves on the ground to rise in a flurry.

They instantly surrounded everyone.

Then, they raised their hands and pointed directly at everyone.

"Protect them."

Lin Fan's face changed as he spoke.

After he finished speaking.

Everyone surrounded Attendant Wu and Seventy-One Prince.

Forming a circle, everyone surveyed the surrounding corpses.

The corpses encircling them made creaking sounds, which in the silent night forest.

Were exceptionally clear. Their slender, long fingertips.

Gleamed faintly under the moonlight.

"Ah? Are these zombies!"

Jia Le cried out in fear.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's gaze swept over the many corpses.

He then said, "No corpse energy is emanating from them, they aren't zombies."

"Not zombies?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes mused.

He looked closely and indeed saw no trace of corpse energy.

Hearing this, Daoist Priest Qian He nodded.

He spoke with a solemn expression, "Indeed, not a wisp of corpse energy can be seen. What's even stranger is that they don't have any vitality at all. They are dead but not transformed zombies, yet they have no life. What's going on with these guys? This is too bizarre!"

As his words fell.

The corpses' limbs twisted.

Their forms varied, and they let out sounds of cracking bones.

Then, like abominations, they began to charge towards everyone.

Seeing this, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes hurriedly shouted, "Everyone, don't get separated, spread out into formation. I'll take the left, Junior Brother Qian He will be responsible for the right, and the bald donkey will guard the rear. Lin Fan, you take the southeast, northwest. Jia Le and Qingqing, watch the front. Maintain your current positions."

The others received the order.

They all assumed a combat stance.

Slowly spreading out, stabilizing their formation.