Dismembered into Eight Pieces

The young man shuddered. Looking at those things that were neither human nor inhuman, his face turned even paler.

"What... what exactly... are they?"

Shen Hui looked at the two Corpse Demons still struggling, pondering briefly.

"They might be called ghosts, but they are more like demons."

"Demons?"

"Demons transformed from corpses. They possess some of the sinister yin nature of ghosts, but also know a few rudimentary arts of transformation. They can befuddle people's minds and drain their vital essence and Primordial Yang."

Upon hearing this, the young man's gaze shifted back and forth between his wife on the ground and his struggling parents in the air.

His lips moved several times before he finally asked the question he wanted to ask but dared not.

"Then my real... parents and family... where are they?"

Shen Hui did not answer at once.

He merely looked at the young woman's corpse on the ground, gradually shriveling away, then at the two elderly people held in midair.

The answer was already plain enough.

Following his gaze, the light in the young man's eyes gradually went out as well. It was as though all the bones had been pulled from his body, and he sank limply to his knees.

Facing the two Corpse Demons in midair, he called out hoarsely.

"Father... Mother."

Then he turned his head to look at his wife, who was no longer moving on the ground. Great tears crashed down one after another.

"Wife..."

He lay on the ground and wept for a long time. Then he suddenly raised his head and said to Shen Hui,

"But, Daoist... they... they never harmed me. My parents... my wife, though they all became like this... they never harmed me."

Shen Hui was silent for a moment. Looking at his haggard face,