The woman in the box suddenly opened her eyes, giving Duan Yun and Murong Brothers quite a fright.
They had just been discussing whether this zombie beauty was pretty, and whether she might be Duan Yun's biological younger sister. If the sister Duan Yun had found turned out to be a zombie, that would be even more terrifying than Murong Brothers' plight.
Then the "zombie" in the box suddenly woke up.
At that moment, the young Daoist nun, impossible to tell whether she was human or zombie, crawled out.
With bright eyes, she gazed mournfully at Duan Yun and said, "You shouldn't have let me out."
Duan Yun could not help saying, "Shouldn't have let you out? Are you really some demon or monster that brings calamity wherever you go?"
Though the Daoist nun was delicate and lovely, her face was pale as paper, making her look inhuman.
The young Daoist nun glanced at him and said, "I'm human."
"If you're human, why were you nailed inside a box and sunk into the water? And how are you still alive after so long?"
Murong Brothers raised a professional question.
The young Daoist nun smiled. "Do you understand cultivation? You two grown men are this scared?"
Seeing them stare at her as if they had seen a ghost—especially the one being shielded in front, sword in his left hand and saber in his right, looking as though one more fright would drive him mad—was rather amusing.
"What kind of technique requires cultivation like this?" Duan Yun asked.
"The Nine-Death Silkworm. As long as I feign death in that sealed environment for ninety-one days, I'll achieve minor completion. Today is the eighty-ninth day," the young Daoist nun said softly.
Duan Yun could not help asking Murong Brothers, "Have you heard of this