The Ghost King's Encounter

But even though he tried his best to break the formation, he couldn't in the end.

Then he grabbed me and threw me into the formation, and the formation started attacking me.

So the seal weakened a bit more, and he took the opportunity to blast open a crack and escape.

Next, I was knocked to the ground by the formation, severely injured, and almost dissipated into thin air.

Then I returned to the stone coffin where he used to live to heal. After my injuries healed, I came out and saw you all.

In the end, all my zombie subordinates were also killed by you.

Even that well was destroyed by you, and that's how we got here."

I quickly asked the female ghost, "Did you kill the people in the village outside?"

She was stunned and asked me back in disbelief, "Everyone outside is dead?"

"Yes, I'm the only survivor from the village."

After I finished speaking, she looked at me with a strange gaze.

It looked like killing intent, and something else, as if she was contemplating whether to kill me.

I quickly explained, "The past has nothing to do with me.

My grandfather only moved to Lin'an Village over forty years ago. I'm not an original resident of the village.

Besides, every debt has its debtor. That was thousands of years ago.

If you want revenge, you should find them. It has nothing to do with me."

After hearing what I said, she nodded, and then looked at me with an expression that was hard to tell if it was gentle or admiring.

It made me uncomfortable, so I lowered my head, not daring to look at her.

After a while, her gaze shifted elsewhere, and I looked up at her again.

I only saw that in her eyes, there seemed to be the joy of having avenged a great wrong, and also the anger of not being able to kill the descendants of her enemy with her own hands.

After a while, her eyes became calm again, as if she was lost in thought, or perhaps relieved.

It was as if something that had been weighing on her heart for many years had suddenly been let go.

I broke the silence and asked the female ghost, "Do you know who killed the people in the village?"

She said it wasn't her, as she had never been able to get out. It was probably the zombie that escaped.

I asked her how she could prove it.

She asked me if none of the people outside had left behind any corpses.

I said yes, and she said, "That's right. Most likely, he ate them all."

I said it was impossible. How could he eat so many by himself? There were over four hundred people outside.

Before I could finish speaking, she interrupted me, "He doesn't eat people with his mouth."

I asked the female ghost in confusion, "He doesn't eat with his mouth? Then what does he use?"

At this moment, Martial Uncle said from the side, "Zombies of the Corpse King and Corpse Venerable level don't eat with their mouths.

They have powerful cultivation that allows them to absorb blood from a distance. If they are extremely hungry, they will absorb flesh, blood, and bones completely.

They use powerful energy to compress these bones into absorbable matter."

Then Martial Uncle frowned and said, "How can there still be things like Corpse Kings and Corpse Venerables in this era?

Logically speaking, they should have all been wiped out last century.

Our current problem is that we're not sure if he's actually a zombie."

Then Martial Uncle asked the female ghost, "Is his physical defense extremely strong? Can he speak? Does he have thoughts?"

The female ghost replied to Martial Uncle, "He can speak, but he speaks very little. He also has his own thoughts.

His physical defense is indeed very strong. My 'Soul Artifact' and 'Ghost Art' couldn't harm him."

Then Martial Uncle asked the female ghost again, "Does he have fangs? Although they are usually not visible.

But they will appear on the full moon, and he can't control his fangs on the full moon."

The female ghost thought for a moment, then replied to Martial Uncle, "Yes, and I don't need to wait for the full moon. I can see them normally."

Martial Uncle said that he must be a Corpse King, otherwise, he wouldn't have been trapped for so many years.

If he were a Corpse Venerable, this formation wouldn't have been able to trap him at all.

I said, "Then what should we do?"

Martial Uncle said, "What can we do? He's already run off somewhere.

Besides, even if he were here, with my current cultivation, I could at best take him down with me."

"That strong?" I asked Martial Uncle with a hint of fear in my voice.

Martial Uncle nodded and said he was indeed very strong, especially his physical defense.

After hearing what Martial Uncle said, I pondered it myself.

I feel like there's definitely some exaggeration in what this female ghost said earlier.

She claimed she fought the Corpse King until the heavens and earth went dark and cloudy when he first appeared, but I don't believe it.

The reasoning is simple: the female ghost couldn't defeat Martial Uncle, right?

If Martial Uncle fought the Corpse King, he'd have to go all out, aiming for mutual destruction, to kill the Corpse King.

This means the Corpse King is on the same level as Martial Uncle, or even slightly stronger.

So, overall, the Corpse King is far, far more powerful than the female ghost.

Therefore, it's highly probable that the Corpse King woke up from his slumber and found a female ghost in his tomb.

Then the Corpse King got furious, thinking, "How can I tolerate someone else sleeping soundly next to my bed?"

He then went up, without a word, and defeated the female ghost in a few moves.

After that, the seal loosened a bit, and the Corpse King tried to break it but couldn't.

Seeing the female ghost nearby, he thought he could use her, so he grabbed her to bear the brunt of the seal's attacks.

The Corpse King took advantage of the moment when the seal was attacking the female ghost and his own defenses were weak.

He then went all out and broke free. The female ghost was struck by the seal and fell to the ground.

Afterward, the female ghost was injured and returned to the stone coffin where the Corpse King used to sleep to heal.

Then Martial Uncle and I arrived and completely wiped out her subordinates, those corpses.

Then she ran out of the stone coffin again, wanting to avenge her little brothers.

As a result, she was thoroughly subdued by Martial Uncle again and had no choice but to seek peace.

Damn, this female ghost is truly pathetic!

She was violated by bandits when she was alive, and after dying, she finally gained some cultivation and thought she could get revenge.

But then a much more formidable being emerged from where she was cultivating.

And he pinned her down and taught her how to be a person, no, a "ghost."

Then he used her body as a shield to withstand the attacks of the magic circle.

Then she obediently went back to the stone coffin to nurse her wounds, and after recovering, she wanted to show off again.

But her subordinates were all killed, leaving her a lone commander.

Then she was scared into submission by Martial Uncle's 'Golden Light Purple Thunder Talisman'.

For a dignified Ghost King to end up like this, I can only say her fate is truly tragic, truly tragic!

Damn, that's too cruel.

Look at her now, holding half a flatbread, and considering her current appearance.

She's a complete beggar. Su乞儿 himself would probably give her a couple of coins.

It's enough to make the listener heartbroken and the observer weep. If she went out with a broken bowl, she'd surely earn a fortune on the streets.

Uh... I'm so evil. How can I talk about the Ghost King like this?

If she could read minds, I'd have been chopped into eight pieces by now.

At that moment, I asked Martial Uncle what we should do now. It's over here.

Although I don't know the full story, I understand most of it.

Martial Uncle thought for a moment and said, "Let's go out first. We'll make plans after we get out.

I also have some things I want to verify. Many past events seem to have become clearer.

But I'm not entirely sure if they're true or false. It looks like I'll have to make a trip myself.

Perhaps in the end, I won't find the answer, but at least I'll be able to give myself an explanation."

I asked Martial Uncle what it was about, and he said it was related to my Grandfather.

But it's too deeply involved, and telling me now would do me no good.

Hearing Martial Uncle say that, I didn't press further. Although I don't have much ability, I also understand a principle: the less you know, the happier you are.