Deep in the mountains, everything lay hidden in darkness. Qu Zan waited quietly, unaware of how much time had passed.
He felt a sense of oppression. Nights in Mìdì were always unsettling, especially out in the wilderness.
Oppression, suffocating stillness, and difficulty breathing-it was like being at the bottom of a fathomless abyss.
Fortunately, Qu Zan often encountered Vengeful Ghosts, and he had gradually learned to endure it, slowly adapting.
Suddenly, he caught the thick, bloody tang of rust in the air, along with the stench of rotting corpses.
"Is it here?" Qu Zan's expression shifted slightly as he looked in one direction.
There, darkness as black as ink came sweeping toward him.
A Vengeful Ghost slowly approached. The thing was a malformed monster, like a fusion of a tree and corpses.
At the very top was the head of a three-eyed ghost god. Its two eyes were grayish white, its gaze holding nothing but hollow, deathly stillness and hair-raising terror.
The Vengeful Ghost bore one corpse's face after another, all of them women's faces. Their bodies had been cut apart, twisted together, and fused with one another-
Horrifying, evil, uncanny-pieced together into a towering monster of flesh and blood-
Countless sharp iron thorns pierced inward from the trunk, their points thrusting out through flesh and skin.
Dark red, dried blood crusted the wounds. No fresh blood flowed; only grayish-black yin energy slowly steamed from the thorn tips.
This Vengeful Ghost was the Iron Tree Corpse-Piercing Vidyaraja.
The instant Zhulin saw the Vengeful Ghost appear, she involuntarily wanted to vomit.
Living people who saw Vengeful Ghosts always felt nauseated, because they were confronting corpses directly.
It was an instinctive nausea, along with a terror of death itself.
An ordinary person would be frightened into madness merely by seeing that Vengeful