Chapter 87

In the midst of the inn's faded transformation, the dishes and drinks on the table were already clearly visible. The four soldiers suddenly felt a surge of nausea in their stomachs, an indescribable disgust stirring in their hearts. The deputy officer reached into his mouth and felt something slippery. When he brought it to his eyes, it was clearly a crushed corpse worm, still wriggling.

How could they bear it?

Instantly, the four men's stomachs churned, and they vomited uncontrollably, their heads spinning as if they were about to vomit their bile!

In the greenish filth, a pile of live corpse worms and maggots appeared before everyone!

Although there was nothing left to vomit, the four men continued to retch, their throats making hoarse sounds, and they wiped their mouths with their sleeves. The laughter had long since stopped, and when they looked again, not a single ghost remained in the room!

It was pitch dark, with only a faint moonlight illuminating the scene, making it even more eerie and terrifying!

The four men were stunned for a moment, then let out a chorus of howls like wolves and ghosts, rushing out of the room in a frenzy, each trying to outpace the others!

But before they reached the door, a hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and pulled them—

Crash!

They all fell in a heap, colliding with broken chairs and tables, their heads and faces covered in countless small cuts.

The deputy officer, having led troops for many years, reacted quickly. He rolled on the ground, got to his feet, and raised his gun, trembling as he asked, "What are you? Are you human, or... or..."

In the darkness, he didn't know who he was addressing, his hands shaking uncontrollably. It seemed that the weapon in his hands did little to boost his confidence, and even the word 'ghost' stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered...

But who would answer him?

After a long pause, perhaps because the ghosts had disappeared and his fear had lessened, he suddenly clenched his teeth and stood up, shouting,

"Damn it, I'll fight to the death with you!"

He fired a burst of shots into the surrounding darkness!

The gunshots echoed, and the ricocheting bullets added to the bandits' bravado. The other three men also stood up, holding their rifles, cursing loudly as they fired into the room, creating countless transparent holes. Moonlight poured in!

In the dim light, five naked men were seen lying on the ground, their heads hanging, hands on their heads, their eyes fixed on the soldiers. The pale, shiny heads in the moonlight were particularly striking—"Damn you! Still looking!" The deputy officer fired a shot!

Bang!

With the gunshot, a bloody hole exploded in the body of the naked man, a red and yellow liquid oozing out, but it stopped almost immediately.

He didn't move, just stared at the deputy officer with a gaze colder than death!

For some reason, the deputy officer's heart trembled, and he couldn't bring himself to fire the second shot...

Suddenly, the men moved!

Their hands bent strangely behind their backs, feeling along their spines. In the moonlight, the soldiers saw that their spines had a long, bloody seam, sewn shut with thick hemp rope. Now, their hands reached into the seam, grabbed it, and pulled—

The thick rope snapped instantly, and the backs of the men opened like doors, half torn open!

Inside, there was nothing, no organs at all!

Just a bloody cavity!

The soldiers felt a tingling sensation on their backs, and without knowing who took the first step, they all panicked and tried to escape again!

But this time was different.

Just as they turned, the five men were already on the ground, crawling on all fours like turtles with their shells removed, dragging half their bodies forward.

They came so fast!

They rushed a few steps, then leaped into the air, pouncing from above.

Thud, thud...

The soldiers were pinned to the ground, unable to move, as the men's eyes remained fixed on the stage...

The air gradually filled with the smell of urine.

Crack, crack, crack...

Suddenly, the stage made a series of small sounds, gradually opening to reveal a dark pit below. The pit looked hastily dug, not yet covered. Inside, there was a bulging, tattered straw mat, though old, it looked almost new—the straw mat was slowly, slowly standing up!

With a rustle, the straw mat fell to the ground, revealing a standing female corpse.

The female corpse was dressed in a large red silk robe, her feet bare, her head cut off, only some skin on her neck connecting it, hanging loosely on her chest. Despite being dead for some time, fresh blood still dripped from her body.

The skin exposed outside her clothes was covered in wounds, the flesh torn and bruised, black and purple. Thick hemp rope was sewn into countless wounds on her body, and her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were all sewn shut with thick thread, even her private parts were not spared, the stitches still red, as if done recently.

The soldiers' eyes were full of terror, and they opened their mouths to beg and cry—but to their surprise, no sound came out!

Their mouths no longer obeyed them!

The female corpse suddenly laughed, the sound echoing in the empty room, making it even more ghostly and sinister!

In the laughter, the soldiers watched their mouths open, and their tongues were stretched out...

Suddenly, the female corpse had a sharp knife in her hand!

Outside the window, a moment ago.

"This is... a Murderous Evil?" Zunbao was unsure, so he asked Tianwu, "Will it really work as you said?" He kept turning the stick he had picked up in his hands, still undecided.

Tianwu snorted, "Of course, it will definitely work—however, although this ghost looks fierce, it is not a Murderous Evil. It looks more like a Filth-Lusting Evil."

Murderous Evil, Filth-Lusting Evil, and the Hungry Buddha he had seen before were all names of the nine great evil spirits. Zunbao knew their names but had never seen them, so he asked, "Why do you think it's that one?"

Tianwu chuckled, "Although these two evil spirits are both fierce, they have different habits. If I'm not mistaken, this ghost is the owner of the secret room, having committed countless acts of debauchery, and was killed. But after death, it became an evil spirit and remained here... It keeps men and takes the heads of women, meaning it wants to confine the souls of women and watch them have intercourse with their men, which is the evil spirit's pleasure!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

Zunbao felt disgusted and gripped the kitchen knife he had picked up, sighing, "Alright, no matter what it is, since I've seen it, I'll get rid of it—aren't you going to help me?"

Hearing this, Tianwu's voice turned bitter, "We are connected, sharing the same fate. If I could help, would I not? I really can't! The other day, we both expended a lot of energy, and I can't even form a shape now—this is all your fault, always drawing on my yin energy to make up for your own deficiencies..."

"Hey? My fault?" Zunbao spat, "Who made you do it? If you had thought it through earlier, wouldn't it have been better? Why did you have to go to such lengths?"

"Wasn't it because of you?" Tianwu said angrily, "You didn't warn me earlier."

"Pah! You brought it on yourself—forget it, no more nonsense. If the method you mentioned really works, I'll give it a try... cough, if it doesn't work and I die at the hands of that evil spirit, you'll be in trouble too!"

"It will work!" Tianwu immediately assured, "Although I don't know your destiny, I can confirm that your life force is in the gap between yin and yang, and both yin and yang can use your blood to gain power—simply put, yin entities in the human world will melt like ice in a furnace when they encounter your blood; ghosts will be able to take form when they encounter your blood... This Filth-Lusting Evil can only have intercourse with men by possessing its own body; otherwise, it would just be a wandering spirit. If you can injure its physical body, you can force it to wither and then expel it from its body, leaving it as a solitary spirit, making it easier to deal with."

Although Zunbao had been with Tianwu for a few days, he still didn't know if what he said was true. He weighed the words in his mind, thinking, "Since he said so, I'll give it a try. If it works, I'll get rid of the evil spirit; if not, I'll run... Yes! I'll throw a palm thunder to scare it and use the opportunity to break out!"

With his mind made up, Zunbao bit his finger and dripped the blood onto the tip of the stick he had picked up, turning it and smearing it. He then drew two lightning talismans in his palm, ready to use, and looked inside, waiting for the right moment—

Just as he looked, he saw the soldiers being pinned to the ground by the naked men, their mouths being pulled open by two female ghosts, and a cold female corpse was walking over, holding a sharp knife, ready to cut.

In the moment of crisis, he didn't care about the soldiers' fate—Zunbao suddenly stood up and kicked the door!

With a crash, the door burst open, and he charged in.

The many ghosts, seeing Zunbao burst in, were taken aback and didn't have time to react. Zunbao rushed to the Filth-Lusting Evil and swung the stick at it!

As the saying goes, the older the person, the wiser; the older the ghost, the more cunning. The Filth-Lusting Evil had been here for a long time, having absorbed much male essence and debauchery. When danger approached, it reacted faster than the new ghosts—suddenly, it rose and floated to the ceiling, swaying and angrily asking, "What are you doing?"

True to its nature as an old ghost, although the Filth-Lusting Evil didn't think the stick was a magical weapon and didn't expect to be hurt by it, the blood on the tip of the stick made it wary!

It narrowly avoided the stick! (To be continued)