Blow Up the Bridge

"Did the stealth really work?" Xuan Yan turned around, her vacant eyes widening slightly. She had not understood Xia Lun's dry joke at all, and her voice held a trace of genuine confusion.

"All the witnesses are dead, so of course it counts as stealth." As Xia Lun spoke, he glanced at the cold stream of information appearing at the edge of his vision.

[Kill! You killed four Nuo-Mask Plague believers. You gained 40 Memory Points.]

[Shared kill. Xuan Yan killed ten Skinned Corpses and a Nuo-Mask Plague believer. You gained 55 Memory Points.]

In this scenario, neither the Mind Fasting Sect cultists nor the Skinned Corpses yielded many Memory Points per kill.

But what they lacked in value, they made up for in numbers. Kill enough of them, and the total became considerable.

That brief, ruthless fight had earned him a full 95 Memory Points.

"We didn't kill every witness. The Man in the Flesh is still alive, for one," Xuan Yan said seriously. "That one just now was probably her external incarnation. Her true body is still safe—by now, every other pursuer must know exactly where we are."

Before she had finished speaking, a hysterical, inhuman shriek suddenly reached Xia Lun from the far side of the bridge.

He turned instinctively and saw that the mountain road, empty moments ago, was now packed with Skinned Corpses. The skinless, blood-red figures crowded together so densely that even his scalp prickled.

All of them dropped to all fours and surged toward them like a wave!

Their numbers were staggering. Even in a hurried glance by the sparse moonlight, Xia Lun spotted at least a hundred bobbing, skinless faces!

Their twisted red forms overlapped like a tide of blood. Beneath the thin moonlight, exposed muscle fibers trembled and stretched