"Whoa, whoa, whoa... this is something else."
Feeling the earth tremble, Yi Lianhai showed no fear. Instead, his face was filled with excitement.
"That old man of yours played everyone."
Zhao Laoda had no idea what he meant. He merely clutched the wound on his face, his eyes filled with terror and shock.
The fog in Guanyin Village had dispersed, and all the Living Corpse villagers had burst apart. The terrifying tremors rising from deep underground made the ground throughout the village heave like waves.
A foul stench filled Guanyin Village. So many corpses had exploded that thick blood and rotting flesh covered the ground everywhere one looked.
Though Yi Lianhai marveled aloud, his actions showed no sign of giving up.
Half pulling, half dragging Zhao Laoda, he brought the man, whose mind had been completely overwhelmed by the terrifying phenomena, back home.
The Village Chief's two-story house also swayed incessantly amid the ground that had become a flesh swamp. Yi Lianhai rushed inside without delay. With Zhao Laoda in this soulless state, he could no longer be relied upon. Yi Lianhai would have to find out for himself exactly what bargain his father, Old Man Zhao, had made with that thing underground.
While Yi Lianhai pushed open doors and searched room after room, a terrifying change was taking place at the center of the village, where the Guanyin Statue stood.
The bloody mire churned, and in the blink of an eye, a human figure rolled up out of it.
A closer look revealed that it was the Old Village Chief's corpse, with only half its head remaining.
Yet that corpse could still move!
The Old Village Chief panted heavily, his throat sounding as though a broken bellows had been stuffed into it. His head, with only its left half