Everyone was stunned.
Then came two piercing roars. "Aah! Aah!"
The next second, a corpse and a ghost shot into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, they landed on the ground.
After landing, the female corpse, covered all over in stitch marks and thick red fur, held both arms straight out. Corpse-fiend energy surged from her body into the heavens.
A two- or three-year-old red-clothed vicious child crouched on all fours, baring sharp fangs. Intense, abnormal red fiendish energy radiated from its entire body.
It gently rubbed against the female corpse's feet, appearing very intimate with her.
The moment this corpse and ghost appeared, they brought us an overwhelming sense of pressure.
This corpse and ghost were clearly different from the zombies and vicious ghosts we had faced earlier.
Their dense yin-fiend aura was obviously on a higher level—stronger and far more concentrated.
"What kind of zombie is that? It feels stronger than ordinary zombies!"
"That's right. And that vicious child too. It's my first time seeing a red-clothed vicious child, but it looks incredibly powerful."
"No wonder they were sealed in red coffins. They really are extraordinary."
"..."
The Qingfeng Ghost Immortals spoke up one after another.
But my master, standing before me, darkened his expression and called out in a low voice.
"Hongtu?"
When I heard Master say "Hongtu," I looked at him, because Uncle Yu's son was named Yu Hongtu.
I could not help asking.
"Master, is that... is that my brother?"
Before Master could speak, Uncle Yu behind us was already weeping uncontrollably.
"M-My son..."
Uncle Yu's voice was not loud, but it trembled with suppressed, heart-rending anguish.
It was as though he feared they would hear him and use it to threaten us.
Master furrowed his brow.
"That's right. That's Yu Long's son.