Chapter 151
The naked-eye 3D screen on Chunxi Road erupted with sparks, and the virtual idol's skirt suddenly fragmented into countless glitching snowflakes. The asphalt road heaved like fermenting dough, as a pregnant woman screamed and fled from the obstetrics hospital, only to see the glass facade of the office building across the street being replaced by dark coffins—each window reflecting an upright casket, while handprints of those inside pressed against the glass, solidifying into blood symbols on the coffin lids.
Snap.
A milk tea straw fell to the ground.
A girl in dinosaur pajamas stared blankly at the horizon.
Thirty-six black coffins were assembling into a twisted ring a kilometer high, aligned with the thirty-six heavenly generals.
Beneath those towering black coffins, the riverbed cracked open, revealing a massive bronze tomb below, surrounded by twelve construction sites and residential complexes, each marked by a black coffin corresponding to the twelve earthly branches.
As all the black coffins settled into place, the entire Tianfu District trembled violently!
Deep within the shadowy tomb.
The coffin at the Zi position slowly opened.
The released corpse aura condensed into a pale frost over the river.
Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!
From beneath the ground,
A heartbeat echoed.
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Chapter 161: The Resurrection of the Corpse King
"Something's wrong!" The man with a bushy beard swung the steering wheel, bringing the armored vehicle to a halt by the roadside, his expression grave. As an experienced demon slayer, he had already sensed a strong wave of ominous energy in the air.
And this crisis was definitely beyond his capacity to handle.
Perhaps even all the demon slayers from the C Province Demon Slaying Division combined wouldn't be able to manage it.
"You four, and Chen Huai'an, you need to leave first and request backup from the C Province Demon Slaying Division!"
The bushy-bearded man said as he grabbed his machete and stepped out of the vehicle, flinging open all the doors.
"What about you, Uncle?" Chen Huai'an asked as he got out, watching the bushy-bearded man head towards the trunk.
"I'm the only one here at the A-class soldier level." The bushy-bearded man lit a cigarette and opened the trunk, revealing it packed with heavy weaponry. He tilted his head and said, "If I don't go, who will?"
"Actually, I think I can help too."
Chen Huai'an pressed his lips together.
True, he was just trying to help the bushy-bearded man, with no ties to the Demon Slaying Division.
"You?" The bushy-bearded man pulled out a bottle containing a pale golden liquid, twisted off the cap, and poured it into the ammunition box. He turned to Chen Huai'an and said, "You're not a member of the Demon Slaying Division. You can't help me, and you can't stay here. Get out of here!"
"I'm a containment object."
"Containment objects need permission. Without permission, you stay in the containment area. Your permission has expired after completing the task of slaying the black coffin." The bushy-bearded man loaded a massive shotgun with bullets soaked in the golden liquid and shoved another bottle of it into Chen Huai'an's hands, his expression stern. "This is holy water from the Church. It works well against monsters and evil spirits. The Demon Slaying Division has spent a lot of resources to acquire these. Things have improved a bit since we got the breathing technique... Take this for self-defense."
Seeing Chen Huai'an still standing there, he smirked maliciously.
"What's wrong, kid? If you join the Demon Slaying Division now, I'll let you participate in my mission right away. This time, there's a big guy with a bounty of at least twenty to thirty million. How about it? Tempting, right?"
"Uncle, you're actually more handsome when you’re not talking."
"Hahaha!"
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The bushy-bearded man watched as Chen Huai'an and the others left, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"Let’s go, the farther away, the better."
The farther they went, the safer it would be.
He took a drag from his cigarette, gripping his machete and shotgun, and stepped toward the dry riverbed.
The ease on his face vanished, replaced by a heavy dread—slowly rising from the center of the riverbed was a pure gold coffin.
Creak—!
The lid of the coffin slowly opened, and a torrent of pale corpse aura surged forth.
A figure sat up within, causing the bushy-bearded man's pupils to constrict sharply.
It was a gaunt man clad in a bright yellow dragon robe, his skin a sickly gray with veins pulsating like black snakes. The crown of pure gold and jade swayed without wind, each tassel adorned with a shriveled child’s skull, incense made from rhinoceros horn stuck in the eye sockets, with green smoke twisting into distorted characters in the air. His fingernails glimmered with a cold bronze sheen, and a blood mole on his forehead radiated a crimson light, warping the light on his face into a vortex, obscuring his features.
The bushy-bearded man felt a chill not just from the terrifying presence of this creature,
but because he had seen it before—after being promoted to A-class soldier, he had the fortune to view the stone tablet at the foot of the Kunlun Immortal Palace's ten-thousand-step staircase.
That tablet depicted many stone carvings.
Among them was the scene of this monster rising from the golden coffin.
What does this mean? A prophecy?
The bushy-bearded man recalled other carvings and felt goosebumps all over.
It was hard to imagine the disaster that would unfold if the beings depicted in those carvings began to appear.
This world would surely turn into hell.
Just as he pondered, the Corpse King began to stir.
He threw his head back and howled, a sharp shriek echoing like the static noise of a thousand old televisions, the corpse aura spreading, freezing the river inch by inch. Ginkgo trees on the bank shed their leaves in a flurry, and a man in a suit sprinted along the shore, the contract papers in his briefcase fluttering like snowflakes, only to turn into a pile of paper money the moment they touched the corpse aura.
"You can't let this corpse aura touch you... I can't let this old monster keep howling, or the whole city will turn into the dead." The bushy-bearded man cursed as he stepped onto the river, charging toward the center where the Corpse King was.
He didn’t believe he could defeat this strange Corpse King with his own strength.
He just didn’t want to see more people suffer like him.
"Beast, shut—! Up—!"
The machete whirled toward the Corpse King, while his right hand raised the shotgun.
Bang! Bang!
There was no sound of bullets embedding in flesh, only sparks flashing in the bushy-bearded man's vision.
His pupils constricted; in the blink of an eye, the Corpse King's withered hand had grasped his blade.
Beneath the tassels, that twisted face remained unscathed, deflecting all the shotgun bullets.
"Damn it, such thick skin?!"
The response to the bushy-bearded man was the Corpse King's suddenly outstretched right hand.
A punch!
Boom—!
The bushy-bearded man spat out blood, looking down at his chest, which had been instantly pierced.
The Corpse King's hand slowly retracted, pulling out a pulsating tumor. He intended to shove it into his mouth, but hesitated as it neared—clearly, this tumor was not the heart he desired, and the taste was far from fresh.
The bushy-bearded man laughed, "Hahaha, old scruffy, didn’t expect it, did you? I don’t have a heart!"
He punched the Corpse King in the face, feeling as if he had struck a wall of alloy.
"Ah!" The bushy-bearded man winced, shaking his hand, his features contorted in pain. As the saying goes, "the fingers are connected to the heart," that punch shattered all his fingers. Today, he truly experienced what it meant to have skin thicker than a city wall.
That punch didn’t harm the Corpse King.
But to the Corpse King, it was a provocation.
"Roar—!"
He slammed the bushy-bearded man to the ground, claws swinging wildly.
The sound of cracking bones and anguished screams echoed like a shredded violin, muscles tearing apart in the cold light.
Blood splattered onto the gray scales, severed limbs twitching as they rolled onto the river surface.
The dismembered body resembled a marionette with severed strings, mechanically disassembled into fragments.
Only the head of the bushy-bearded man remained, coldly staring at the Corpse King.
He was in pain, pain so intense that his mind went blank.
Yet he still smiled, opening his mouth to spit at the Corpse King's feet.
"I, spit—!"
Pfft.
The next moment, his skull was crushed underfoot.
The Corpse King took a deep breath.
His world was finally at peace.
"Heaven and Earth, the Mysterious Sect, the root of all energies!"
Suddenly, a solemn roar echoed from the buildings on both sides of the Jin River.
Seven demon slayers stood atop different rooftops, hands forming seals.
Their energies intertwined, a yellow flag fluttering above them, and as they chanted incantations urgently, seven stars lit up the frozen river beneath the Corpse King, forming the Big Dipper formation.
The position of the Corpse King was precisely at the Break Army position—Yao Guang.
At this moment, the Yao Guang within the formation resonated with the Yao Guang star in the sky, which was gradually turning red.
A blood-red sword began to take shape above the Corpse King’s head.
On the icy surface, the bushy-bearded man's eyes silently watched this scene unfold.
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