MOF Chapter 26

“Heh, don’t…say anymore…” He spat out a few words with difficulty. His eyes were clearly bloodshot, blurry, but everyone seemed to see the undisguised grief and despair within.

“Don’t…”

Don’t say anymore.

Don’t let me remember the tragic state of the city full of corpses that year, the pain of knowing that my brother was dismembered and eaten, seeing the Mo family disciples kneeling and begging, unable to save the place where I grew up from being destroyed inch by inch.

Gu Huanzhi was shocked by this scene. As he stared blankly at Mo Linyuan, he saw a figure quickly flash past in the corner of his eye. Without thinking, he chased after it.

“Yan Zhan, don’t even think about escaping!”

Yan Zhan heard the voice and actually stopped, looking coldly at him with a strange smile on his lips.

“You don’t really think that solving the Yin corpses will save everyone, do you?” he laughed loudly, his cold eyes gradually becoming watery.

Yan Zhan shook his head as he wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, and continued, “Mutual slaughter is the most wonderful play in the world. Watching those beasts wearing human skin on weekdays, revealing their dirty, selfish nature in order to survive, tearing at each other, eating until not even bones are left. Young Master Gu, aren’t you curious, don’t you want to see it?”

“Nonsense, you can’t possibly persuade me!” Gu Huanzhi’s eyes widened in anger, his hand holding the sword couldn’t help but tremble, and his voice grew louder, “It’s clearly you who disregarded human life for your own selfish desires, practicing demonic arts and refining corpses, but now you’re using others as an excuse. You’re not only selfish, but also hypocritical!”

“Hypocritical?” Yan Zhan sneered, “I am who I am, I am the one who kills, I am the one who does evil. I, Yan Zhan, have never been afraid of the world talking about what I do. On the other hand, in your immortal sects, who is more hypocritical by protecting the disciples under your wing?”

“You!” Gu Huanzhi seemed to be hit where it hurt, his face turned white and then white again, but he had nothing to say in response. He held his breath and attacked with his sword.

Frost Visitor and Life Taker met, making a clanging sound of swords. The blood from Yan Zhan’s wound had not stopped, and after only a few rounds, Gu Huanzhi grabbed his collar.

“Take a good look!” Gu Huanzhi said sternly, “Is this the selfish nature you speak of?”

Yan Zhan looked up and saw that some of the Mo family’s souls had already begun to dissipate, like a cloud of gray mist, leaving behind a shallow shadow after the wind passed. Upon closer inspection, there was no trace left.

“I have never believed in a world of peace and tranquility. Even the most prosperous and peaceful capital will hide filth.” Gu Huanzhi’s expression was slightly cold, “I don’t need to know why you do evil, and I don’t want to know. I just need to guard what I should guard, and this short life will be worth it.”

Countless souls wailed, countless mouths spoke, the sound was too loud, drowning out the original sound of the zither.

They tried to use the burning of a quarter of an hour in the sun, at the cost of their souls being scattered, to awaken Mo Linyuan.

Mo Linyuan cried out in pain. He opened his blood-red eyes and looked around blankly, like a child who couldn’t find his way home.

He raised his hand and beat his head, trying to make himself more awake.

“Ah! Ah ah ah ah!” Mo Linyuan roared like a madman, uncontrollable claws leaving several shocking bloodstains on his face.

“Heh–” After a while, he opened his mouth as if trying to speak, but only meaningless sounds came out.

The Mo family’s souls were immediately excited when they saw this, and the shouting became even louder.

“Young Master Mo loved to guess lantern riddles when he was young. The lantern riddles I made, Young Master guessed them all correctly!”

“Every New Year’s Eve, Young Master Mo loved to play with fireworks in the courtyard, hiding it from Elder Mo. I often stood guard at the door for you!”

…

Amidst the clamor, Xie Yiling withdrew his gaze from Yan Zhan, who had been captured not far away, and frowned, “Master, I feel like something’s not right. Is the Yin corpse king really so easily rid of their control?”

As if in response to Xie Yiling’s words, the previously covered zither music suddenly broke through the sound of the soul crowd and seeped out from within.

A man in black appeared before everyone’s eyes.

He wore a mask, holding a tung wood zither, a cluster of flying flower red butterflies particularly eye-catching on the black mask.

This is probably Wen Liangchen himself!

The wronged souls of the Mo family present immediately felt great resentment upon seeing this person.

“Young Master Mo, run! This person is the murderer who destroyed the Mo family back then!”

Mo Linyuan didn’t move. He slowly opened his hands, his body actually moving again with the sound of the zither, and the surrounding Yin corpses also moved with his actions.

Wen Liangchen held the zither and simply moved his fingers.

“Dang–”

The sound of the zither was pushed out by spiritual power in a wave-like pattern.

Xie Yiling was shaken back several steps by this thick internal force. Nangong Ci caught him from the side, and the two stabilized themselves.

The sound of breaking through the air came from behind. Nangong Ci instinctively put his arm around Xie Yiling and dodged sideways. The Yin corpse king didn’t intend to let them go, and chased after them again.

Knowing that this was the black-clothed man’s instruction, Xie Yiling and Nangong Ci each dodged to one side.

He dodged left and right, the Yin corpse king chasing closely behind him, its sharp claws barely grazing Xie Yiling’s skin each time.

Ten thousand wronged souls failed to awaken Mo Linyuan, and he had completely become the puppet of the zither player.

“Master!” Xie Yiling’s life hung by a thread, but he didn’t forget to remind him, “He’s already a puppet!”

Without needing to ask more, Nangong Ci understood what Xie Yiling meant.

Capture the king first.

He shook his sword and flew towards Wen Liangchen.

Wherever the sharp edge pointed, the long wind broke.

Wen Liangchen nimbly avoided Nangong Ci’s first sword. A pair of ink-black eyes were revealed in the mask, and he met Nangong Ci’s gaze with a hint of coldness.

His ten fingers moved, walking between the zither strings, and he could dissolve every attack of Nangong Ci’s with the sound of the zither.

Nangong Ci used his spiritual power to place Azurefall in mid-air. As he chanted a spell, he saw Azurefall’s sword body vibrate, splitting one into ten, and several spiritual swords stabbed towards Wen Liangchen from different directions.

The spiritual swords contained the wielder’s thoughts. Wen Liangchen was unable to dodge in time, and the robes on his shoulders and waist were deeply cut open, revealing bleeding flesh.

This obviously angered him. Wen Liangchen waved his sleeve, and a cloud of black mist floated out from his sleeve.

The black mist was a blurry mass, unable to be discerned in shape. It slowly spread out, dividing into several small groups of black mist, each containing a golden thread that was sometimes visible and sometimes hidden.

Lu Jinnian rushed towards the Nangui disciples’ formation, wanting to use the Nangui spells he had once learned to destroy the formation.

Xie Yiling was running for his life when he suddenly felt that the bloody aura behind him had all disappeared for a time. He quickly turned his head and saw the Yin corpse king turn his head towards Nangong Ci at an alarming speed.

Before even touching him, he revealed his chilling fangs early on.

“Master!” Xie Yiling’s heart tightened, seeing that the fangs were about to bite Nangong Ci’s neck.

Nangong Ci raised his arm to block, and the fangs were deeply embedded in his flesh. However, he didn’t even frown, coldly grabbing one of the opponent’s shoulders, and using force to knock the Yin corpse king aside.

Taking advantage of the Yin corpse king’s successful interference with Nangong Ci, Wen Liangchen quickly made a move, and all the black mist puppets suddenly rushed towards Gu Huanzhi.

Luo Huaiji, who was about to go save Yan Zhan, saw the puppets passing by and stopped halfway for some reason.

Gu Huanzhi, holding Yan Zhan, dodged repeatedly, neatly splitting open one of the puppets that was in the lead with his sword.

“Why are there more and more of them!” Gu Huanzhi exclaimed.

Several Nangui disciples saw this and hurried to help.

Si Wumian and Nangong Ning’an and other disciples who could counter-control the puppets quickly competed with Wen Liangchen and the others for control of the puppets.

Yan Zhan silently used his spiritual power to control the puppets, and at the moment when Gu Huanzhi’s hand holding him slightly relaxed, he drove the puppets to swarm over.

Gu Huanzhi was shaken back a few steps by the black mist puppets, and the collar he was grabbing slipped away. His eyes sharpened, and he decisively threw Frost Visitor, the silver sword piercing towards Yan Zhan with determination.

Yan Zhan turned his palm into a claw, controlling a puppet and grabbing Luo Huaiji, who was standing not far away hesitating, and pulling him over.

At the moment when the cold sword pierced through his body, Luo Huaiji didn’t seem to have reacted to what had happened.

He stared with wide eyes and slowly lowered his head to look at his abdomen, the blood that kept gushing out quickly soaking his robes.

Luo Huaiji swayed, crimson bloodoverflow from the corner of his mouth. As the blood dripped, his body tilted backward and fell down.

Lu Jinnian, who happened to see this scene, stared in astonishment at Yan Zhan, but didn’t say a word. He hurriedly disengaged from the battle and followed him.

Gu Huanzhi recalled Frost Visitor, but Yan Zhan had already escaped. He glanced at Luo Huaiji, who had already died, and out of pity or sorrow, took off his outer robe and threw it out.

The outer robe fluttered down, covering Luo Huaiji’s face.

Nangong Ci turned his wrist, and dozens of spiritual swords turned into hundreds and thousands, stabbing towards Wen Liangchen.

The clanging sound of swords mixed with the sound of the zither, colliding in mid-air.

Wen Liangchen took two steps back, only to see the zither floating in the air. He lightly placed his hand on the zither strings, and with a sudden burst of spiritual power, a sound of the zither that could penetrate walls and break doors turned into thousands of fine needles, densely packed and shooting towards the crowd.

Under this fierce offensive, the barrier of Nangong Yue and the disciples shattered.

Azurefall was fearless, the sword tip full of spiritual power. It led the other spiritual swords around Wen Liangchen, fast sword becoming shadows, and suddenly attacked when the opponent was still vigilant.

Wen Liangchen fought back, only to see that Azurefall did not slash down, but a sword qi came from the side. He heard a clear sound, and three strings of the tung wood zither in his hand had broken.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wen Liangchen waved his sleeve, took back the black mist puppets, and flew away.

Nangong Ci recalled Azurefall and was about to chase after him, but heard Xie Yiling calling him anxiously from behind, so he stopped.

Nangong Yue led the disciples to subdue the Yin corpse king, using the Soul-Fixing Technique to calm him down.

As soon as the Yin corpse king was stabilized, all the surrounding Yin corpses stopped their movements, looking like they were at everyone’s mercy.

Nangong Yue and the disciples chanted a spell to form a formation, and ten thousand sword qi pierced through the Yin corpses. A rancid smell with a burnt smell emanated, and all the Yin corpses turned to ashes.

“Master, are you injured!” Xie Yiling ran over, checking Nangong Ci’s wound as soon as possible.

He carefully lifted Nangong Ci’s sleeve, and a row of teeth marks appeared on his originally fair arm. Especially the position of the two fangs, like two bloody holes, faintly revealing the appearance of bones.

Xie Yiling said a little flusteredly, “Quick! Quick, find an antidote! The teeth and nails of Yin corpses are poisonous. If it takes too long, once the corpse poison enters the body, I’m afraid even immortals will be hard to save!”

Nangong Ci frowned his inky brows for the first time, “Regarding corpse poison, there are very few books and rumors in the world, and there is almost no detailed record.”

Xie Yiling was slightly stunned when he heard this, “Then… what should we do?”

Nangong Ci saw his nervous expression, and his heart moved slightly, “Don’t worry too much, I’ll first seal the acupoints, and then use spiritual power to see if I can relieve the onset of the poison.”

Xie Yiling nodded quickly, desperately recalling the related rumors in his mind.

Nothing. Even though he had read all kinds of strange books and legends, he couldn’t think of a way to save Nangong Ci at this time.