07:41:20.
Western Hunan Mountains, Bull-Head Mountain, midway up the central slope.
Flash Grenade clouds filled the sky, and ghosts roamed unchecked.
The living could be counted on one hand.
A forbidden zone for the living in every Intent.
To the southeast, three li northeast of the unnamed forbidden ground.
Survivors.
Lin Feng, Hundred-Household Officer Zhu.
The guide had died on the way.
In the end, he had succumbed to hypothermia. Even though Lin Feng had given him his clothes, he had still died.
Unwilling to accept his fate, the guide had clutched Lin Feng's hand tightly before he died.
Sadly, there was no saving him.
Lin Feng had tried to stimulate the man with the blood energy in his own body, to help him hold on, but unfortunately, it had been useless.
Lin Feng's blood energy was too potent, and the guide was too weak to withstand it. Forcing it into him would turn powerful medicine into poison and only hasten his death.
Unlike in martial arts novels, blood energy could not simply be transferred to someone else.
Lin Feng had not buried the guide.
There was no point.
There was no time to dig deep enough.
If the grave was too shallow, wild beasts could still dig him up. That was to say nothing of the other spirits and Yin Gods here; no one knew whether they would find his body.
Having his Corpse eaten by wild beasts might be the best end he could hope for.
A fate worse than death was the truly terrifying thing.
Not long after they left.
The dead guide's body began to grow cold.
When his soul emerged, an overwhelmingly powerful force drew it deep into the mountains. By the time the woman arrived, all she saw was his dead Corpse.
She stood