When You Walk the Night Too Often, You'll Eventually Meet a Ghost

A multitude of zombies, their tough defenses, and venomous toxins – for an ordinary Martial Artist of the Opening Meridians Realm, this situation would be almost impossible to resolve.

Even if your Qi and Blood Force were strong enough to support killing all these zombies, it wouldn't guarantee you could perfectly evade the encirclement and avoid taking even a single hit in the process.

Yet, facing such a tricky predicament, Shen Lin slowly broke into a smile.

"I originally thought this newly learned martial art would have no use..."

He muttered softly and charged back towards the swarming zombies.

Crack!

His longsword pierced the neck of a Tiger Demon, the blade twisting slightly as if to pry off its head.

A good opportunity!

The demonic cultivator hiding among the zombies saw this and his eyes lit up. He immediately rushed out.

Shen Lin's longsword was stuck – a perfect chance to attack!

But the next moment, his vision blurred. Shen Lin had abruptly vanished from his spot.

The longsword remained lodged in the Tiger Demon's neck, swaying back and forth.

Where did he go?

How did he suddenly disappear?

The demonic cultivator, bewildered, tried to look around. But just as he turned his head, he heard a sword's hum.

He quickly looked back and saw the longsword, still stuck in the Tiger Demon's neck, rotate clockwise and cleanly sever the Tiger Demon's head.

But Shen Lin was still nowhere to be seen.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air, becoming invisible.

Seeing his zombie subordinates standing around confused and motionless, the demonic cultivator had a sudden idea. He took out a bronze bell and shook it.

He had previously given the zombies a command to attack in coordination, so they would target enemies within his line of sight.

Now that he couldn't see Shen Lin, he might as well let them act freely and attack any living thing other than himself.

Zombies don't perceive enemies through sight, but through fluctuations of life force.

Therefore, no matter what method Shen Lin used to conceal his form, he would still reveal himself to these zombies!

As expected, the next moment, the zombies all raised their heads, let out a low growl, and began their attack.

The target... was him?

No!

At first, the demonic cultivator thought the zombies had lost control and were turning on him.

But the next moment, he suddenly came to his senses and wildly swung a claw behind him.

Shen Lin was right behind him!

Swish!

But his claw passed through empty air, yielding nothing but the sound of wind.

Turning around, the demonic cultivator confirmed his rear was safe. Just then, the sound of a howling wind erupted from within the zombie horde.

He turned again, and what met his eyes was a headless zombie.

The howling wind seemed to herald something, echoing continuously in the darkness.

Each sound took the head of a zombie.

But no matter how hard the demonic cultivator concentrated, how wide he opened his eyes, or how tightly he blinked, he couldn't track Shen Lin's movements.

An inexplicable dread spread through his heart. Though accustomed to the eerie atmosphere of graveyards, he felt true fear for the first time.

Shen Lin seemed to have turned into a phantom, like a Grim Reaper lurking in the shadows. He was clearly attacking right before his eyes, yet the demonic cultivator could see nothing.

"Come out!!!"

"As an official, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed for acting like this?"

"Come out!!!"

He began wildly flailing his black claws, attacking an enemy only he could imagine.

Not far away, the hunter stared with his mouth agape, watching the scene in disbelief.

Shen Lin was clearly walking casually right in front of the demonic cultivator, yet the latter acted as if he were blind, unable to see the man and only attacking the empty air.

"What technique did Master Shen use to make that guy go crazy..."

Though the hunter had good eyesight, he was ultimately a mortal, unfamiliar with martial arts cultivation.

If it were another beginner martial artist, like Prefect Hu or Miss Zijing, they would only marvel at Shen Lin's exquisite footwork upon seeing him now.

Though it looked like a leisurely stroll, with every step he took, Shen Lin appeared in the demonic cultivator's blind spot.

He was like a shadow, impossible to shake off or escape from, no matter what he did.

In an instant, the zombies fell one by one, leaving only the demonic cultivator throwing a tantrum.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he swung his black claws, panting heavily. Despite his exhaustion, he dared not stop.

Corpse puppets fell one by one, yet he couldn't even see his opponent.

This brought immense psychological pressure.

And now, he was alone.

He didn't dare to stop, fearing that the moment he did, the sound of wind whistling would echo in his ears, taking his head.

Gradually, his movements grew slower, and his roars turned hoarse.

With a thud, his legs gave out, and he knelt on the ground, lowering his head to gasp for air.

Finally, at this moment, he saw his shadow on the ground writhe and split into another shadow.

Slowly raising his head, he finally saw Shen Lin, who had been gone for so long.

The other party was looking at him quietly, his expression unreadable.

"Walk too many night roads, and you'll eventually meet a ghost. That saying is quite true."

Shen Lin's faint words still echoed when a dazzling sword light filled the demon cultivator's entire vision.

Finally... can I be free?

Facing the impending death, he closed his eyes with a sense of relief.

He had had enough of the fear. Now, he just wanted to close his eyes and rest.

But the next moment, a sharp pain coursed through his body, forcing him to open his eyes.

Shen Lin's long sword had not taken his life but had instantly severed his hamstrings and Achilles tendons.

"You want... cough cough"

Before he could utter a curse, Shen Lin's sword swept horizontally, directly dislocating his jaw.

"What are you thinking?"

Shen Lin crouched down, looking at him and smiling, "A living demon cultivator can fetch more rewards. The County Office still has many questions for you."

Looking at the demon cultivator whose body was still writhing, Shen Lin clapped his hands and stood up. He lifted the man with one hand and was about to leave when he seemed to remember something and waved at the hunter.

"Master Shen, what are your orders?"

Having witnessed what just happened, the hunter looked at Shen Lin as if he were a ghost, his eyes filled with an indescribable strangeness.

Shen Lin didn't pay much attention. He pointed at a headless corpse and said, "Take a look at that. Is that the body you found earlier?"

The hunter stepped forward and examined it, nodding with certainty, "Yes!"

That's good. The task is perfectly completed!

Shen Lin let out a long sigh. "Then take it with you. We're going back to the County Office!"

"Ah?"

The hunter froze. He looked at the headless corpse, which was already infested with maggots, and felt his scalp tingle.

This wasn't over yet. Shen Lin's next sentence sent a shiver down his spine.

"Oh, and don't forget his head."