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"": "Far, far behind Luo Bin and the others, another wooden raft floated on the river. It barely qualified as a raft: a few logs had been lashed together haphazardly into something roughly square.
A man in his seventies sat on it. His face was old, but his physique was little different from a middle-aged man's.
He sat in the middle of the raft, endlessly working a crude oar.
He could just make out another raft at the very edge of his vision, and the towering ghost ferryman standing on it!
The moonlight had a reddish cast. As the Blood Moon deepened in color, that red grew more intense.
It made the green of the ghost ferryman's body deepen as well, and more corpses gathered on the river.
"The Blood Moon is almost fully out..."
The old man's voice was slightly hoarse.
His features bore some resemblance to He Younian's, and an even stronger resemblance to He Dongsheng's and He Qin's.
This man was He Huangdao!
Sword Mountain Prison had completely engulfed the Taoist Grounds. Barely managing to return to the Mountain Summit and dig open that hole had cost them many disciples' lives.
Only shriveled Corpse Heads remained in the Cave. The bodies of the disciples who had once consumed stone brains and then been beheaded had all turned to minced flesh.
The ordinary heads remained, as did the derived stone brains.
But those stone brains were nowhere near as good as the ones that grew from the Corpse-Liberation Immortal's head.
Furthermore, with the Corpse-Liberation Immortal's head taken away, her headless corpse now appeared and vanished unpredictably throughout Eastwatch Mountain. Had He Huangdao not still been accompanied by a patriarch capable of Yin Spirit projection, his own head would probably have been plucked off long