Moving in a pack was the instinct of the weak. To Tang Changsheng, going with those people would only be more dangerous.
One look at their behavior told him enough. They had no idea what they were about to face...
Hmph. These Corpse Ghosts were probably just an appetizer. They had gathered together, yet with no clearheaded person to lead them, they had been foolish enough to charge in where people had already died. Their fate was easy to imagine.
But why were there so many cultivators nearby?
"How could he do that..." A bright-eyed young woman in the crowd sounded annoyed when she saw Tang Changsheng pull Xin Chengying away, utterly ignoring their kind offer.
"Exactly! What sect is he from? He won't even stick with the group! Who does he think he is? Does he think he can survive alone in this Sea of Consciousness?"
"He's a disciple of the Primordial Yang Church. Didn't you see the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp in his hand? He must be a core disciple!"
"Hmph. However powerful his Yang Spirit True Person master is, his master can't save him now!"
Tang Changsheng paid them no heed. Blossoms of flame leaped from the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, burning away every Corpse Ghost in his path. Soon he could no longer hear what they were saying.
Those people had come together on the spur of the moment, and they were a mixed lot. Staying with them would probably only help him die faster.
Xin Chengying said nothing. Since he had decided to trust Tang Changsheng's judgment, he would not question his decision now.
When Tang Changsheng and Xin Chengying broke out of the village, they found empty woods and grassland all around. Corpse Ghosts roared through the black night, making every tree and blade