Aching pain surged from the back, as if something was being forced open brutally…
It's not skin and flesh; it's the talisman my dad left on my back, the one that was blocking the zombie spirit of Qi Youyou!
The moment the zombie spirit of Qi Youyou appeared by my side, the entire mansion seemed to be boiling!
The evil qi is dark, so the boiling is quite strange.
An even more terrifying scene unfolded. The headless zombie spirit of Qi Youyou was seeing its surface evil qi dissipating rapidly. The definition of a zombie spirit is that the ghostly aura envelops the corpse, achieving an effect that is half-body and half-spirit. With the ghostly aura dissipating, what lay before us was shockingly revealed to be a headless corpse!
This is just the beginning.
The head started to roll out from Qi Youyou's body.
Shao Si...
He Chang...
There were many others who died in the rear mountain, in the hands of the so-called "cadaver spirit" at that time.
Without Ling Dao Ren, without the body of Shao Si, without the eight ghosts who carried Lao Qin's coffin at that time, and also without Lao Liang. At that time, Lao Liang and I fought to the death; the earth's qi emerged and engulfed all of this.
The head rolling down, emitted a sharp, desolate, and painful scream.
"Take me away!" Shao Si roared in a bestial manner, yet he still rolled around in one direction.
The headless zombie of Qi Youyou, on the other hand, gracefully moved towards the same direction!
I took a deep breath, instinctively wanting to follow...
"Grandpa, be careful... The lady without a head is head over heels for you. Her head is not guaranteed though. Other brides may, after all, eat you up!" Lao Gong trembled in fear.
"No harm done, since that's the case, breaking the marriage agreement is right in front of us!" My dad spoke solemnly beside me.
"We still need to be careful... The corpse-stealing cultivator is more ferocious than anything else. We have to run, we have to run!" Lao Gong's eyes were twitching uncontrollably, his vigilance at its peak.
The headless zombie of Qi Youyou walked very slowly, and I recognized the direction she was walking towards. It was the direction of her bedroom.
A long corridor, a fork in the road, and after passing it, there were peonies planted everywhere.
The delicate flowers bloomed year-round and never withered. Under the dense wind, they diffused a faint fragrance.
The flower garden was quite spacious, with a large house standing at its center. In front of the house, colorful lights were hung, exuding great joy. The big red wedding characters were plastered all over the place.
This is indeed Qi Youyou's bedroom!
Before my dad mentioned it, I still had some places that didn't register. But upon seeing it now, I realized that the information he obtained wasn't entirely accurate.
For instance, that night was definitely not attended by Qi Youyou or the Qis, her fiancé must have been there too, on their wedding day and the wedding night!
Even if it wasn't, it would definitely be the grand ceremony the next day.
Qi Youyou's headless corpse walked all the way to the front of her bedroom door.
She didn't reach out. Each head banged against the door, there was no sound, but the door slowly opened...
Inside the room, there was a table, a pavilion-Phoenix-carved bed, and a dressing table that was very delicate and antique.
One head lay in front of the dressing table, with long hair, and her appearance was extremely beautiful...
Words cannot describe how breathtakingly beautiful she was!
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly pursed, and her brow was faintly furrowed.
The overall feeling given off was like she was not in a good mood.
Without looking at the neck down, just at the head, she looked absolutely nothing like a corpse, a ghost, or even a living person.
Suddenly, Qi Youyou's head opened its eyes!
A touch of deep blue flashed by in front of my eyes!
In the next instant, the head fell onto the headless corpse!
The true form of Qi Youyou revealed, with wounds so dense it felt like she had been subjected to slow torture.
For a moment, she remained motionless.
Thick mist of a dense blue-green color enveloped her neck, masking the hideous wounds!
"There's someone else here!" Lao Gong whispered a shout.
I just saw it, indeed, there's someone else in the room!
A man sitting upright on the edge of the bed, his clothes neatly arranged!
He was holding his knees with both hands, his eyes wide open, giving off an empty feeling.
The corpse did not show any signs of cultivation, just a regular corpse.
A few peach-wood swords were hanging around his waist.
The terror he exuded was not as intense.
"He has been reincarnated," my dad slightly calmed down, explaining to me in a low voice.
I let out a breath.
It seems... this is Qi Youyou's fiancé.
Suddenly, a faint tearing sound echoed.
It was Qi Youyou who moved.
She had somehow taken out the marriage contract and was tearing it into pieces.
Inexplicably, I felt like I had lost something, and a sense of relaxation washed over me.
Besides the relaxation, there was a hint of emptiness.
Unconsciously, my eyes began to feel hot and moist.
"Ah." My dad sighed softly.
After the marriage contract fell to the ground, Qi Youyou stood frozen and gazed at me.
With her head, she was even more perfect and unblemished, and the wounds on her body were mere adornments, making one feel sorry for her!
"That man, is it Lao Qin Head?" I said in a daze.
In my dad's explanation, there was a yin and yang master here, who had killed the local qi cultivator with some certainty.
It's most likely Lao Qin Head. That's why he just happened to take Qi Youyou with him!
"It's him, but not him. Mr. Qin killed a cultivator, but he couldn't match a real cultivator's level of cultivation. He might have been able to observe in secret, as soon as the cultivator committed suicide, he had enough time to do many things. My dad answered."
"OK." I nodded.
For some reason, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity here.
It's hard to explain because I've actually been here before, even though it was in Qi Youyou's nightmare. But everything here, I've seen.
"Grandpa, we're leaving!" Lao Gong whispers, urging me on.
"How are we supposed to leave?" My dad asked a crucial question.
Lao Gong's eyes were twitching, muttering:"This place is sealed with magic. That's the real Qi family. If we walk out the front door, we will definitely leave. I estimate that the cultivator has been sealed for many years. He might either be asleep or awake, waiting in some place. We have to leave as soon as possible."
My dad nodded, immediately looked at me and also conveyed the same sense of urgency.
Taking a deep breath, I walked in one direction.
However, after walking for a while, I realized something was wrong...
Because my dad and I came here randomly from a certain location, we didn't know where the door was.
The strange thing is, even though I didn't know the way, I somehow felt like I knew where to go...
Moreover, I walked with great haste, as if it was a natural urgency.
So I didn't restrain that instinctive urge, and just followed the direction, walking straight ahead.
A few minutes later, I stopped at a location.
That was a door to a room, with two magic formations on the door, overlapping each other.
In my nightmare, I had seen this symbol and torn it apart.
Now, though I still can't identify what kind of symbol it is, I now know that this symbol is not used to pacify ghosts; the symbol is not even placed at the seam of the door.
It looks like two small figures wrapped together by the runes, with twisted patterns around the edges.
Reaching out, I pushed open the door!
During this period, my dad didn't try to stop me, while Lao Gong had a strange expression on his face.
After opening the door, I suddenly realized why I had come here and why I had opened the door.
Everything inside was both unfamiliar and familiar, as if I should have remembered it, but had completely forgotten.
There were peach wood swords, copper swords, and other Daoist artifacts hanging on the wall. They were different from those at Sì Guā Shān, and should be from Jù Qū Shān.
My eyes scanned the entire room.
On the bed, there was someone lying.
The person was ashen and withered, and looked like a withered tree at first glance. His arms were crossed in front of his chest.
He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was deeply asleep.
