Corpse Burier: I Can Nourish Corpse-Chapter 162 - 102: The Schemes of the Mysterious Heterodox Cultivator and the Celestial Left Alliance Leader

Chapter 162: Chapter 102: The Schemes of the Mysterious Heterodox Cultivator and the Celestial Left Alliance Leader

Feng Xuan and the others continued to wait for the complete recovery of the three Side Peak Masters, but during the wait, Feng Xuan couldn’t help but look into the surrounding darkness.

He always felt that the mysterious Heterodox Cultivator was watching everything from the shadows.

"Thank you, friend!"

Feng Xuan blurted out instinctively.

But after expressing his gratitude, Feng Xuan’s heart remained restless for a long time.

It would take at least a quarter of an hour for the three Side Peak Masters to fully recover. During this time, who knows how many Side Peak Disciples, Main Peak Disciples, and Loose Cultivators would die from the demonic attacks.

Damn Celestial Left Alliance!

Just as Feng Xuan was sighing, one of the Side Peak Masters suddenly exclaimed, "Where is my storage bag?"

"Mine is gone too."

Another Side Peak Master echoed.

Feng Xuan replied, "Surviving is already a blessing. Why worry about storage bags?"

At these words.

Feng Xuan gave a helpless smile in his heart. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

It seems that the mysterious Heterodox Cultivator is indeed not from Deadman Peak.

After all, if it was one of their own saving people, how could they take away all of their comrades’ belongings?

...

Three-leaf Square.

Under the shroud of blood mist, inside a tavern.

A middle-aged man in coarse clothes was dining alone, while downstairs there were sounds of shouting and killing, and the clash of swords. These were Loose Cultivators, affected by the blood mist, fighting each other.

Lamenting howls.

Screams of agony.

Angry curses.

Screeches of demons mixed in their ears, but this middle-aged man remained unmoved, instead drinking more heartily. "What an intoxicating melody... Such despair in those cries, delightful!"

Listening to these sounds of despair, the middle-aged man was enraptured and suddenly felt that it didn’t matter if the Side Peak Masters never arrived to help.

Kill more people.

Rob more things.

It would still be worthwhile.

"These disciples of the Demon-slaying Department from the Main Peak really are weak..." The middle-aged man suddenly glanced outside the window.

On the blood-misted streets outside, seven to eight disciples at the Qi Cultivation Second and Third Layers were trapped in the middle of the street by two Tier One Middle-grade demons, with nowhere to retreat.

They could only use talismans for protection.

Buying time.

Meanwhile, those Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation disciples of the Demon-slaying Department were entangled by other demons, unable to spare any attention to them.

"I wonder how long they can hold out." The middle-aged cultivator, as if watching a drama, looked down into the street with a smile.

As he became more interested, the middle-aged cultivator walked to the edge of the corridor, clapping happily, "Good luck!"

A few people heard the sound but dared not look back at the middle-aged cultivator.

Their faces were filled with solemnity and despair.

Because they had long been aware of the man’s presence.

And knew who this man upstairs was.

Ghost Luo Rock!

The notorious Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer Ghost Cultivator, whose fame surpassed ninety percent of the Side Peak Masters on Feixian Peak!

Over the years, at least twenty to thirty Side Peak Elders had died at his hands, and the most infamous reason was his madness.

Because he loved to refine those he killed into Yin Soul Fierce Ghosts, and then make them kill their own family members.

The words ’insane and crazy’ could hardly describe his perversion.

"Let’s just fight... we’re going to die anyway. Even if we survive the demonic onslaught, he’ll surely kill us!"

One Demon-slaying Department disciple, driven to the brink of despair, was growing angry, intending to break away from the group and make a desperate attempt.

"Don’t be rash, there’s still hope! With the remaining talismans, continue to take out talismans, I’ve already sent a message to my grandfather and them, surely help will come soon." Chen Daoqing shouted loudly, trying to encourage the others.

However.

In truth, he himself felt utterly hopeless.

He had just joined the Demon-slaying Department.

Had not yet married his master’s daughter.

Nor surpassed that annoying Du Feng.

Hearing Chen Daoqing’s voice, the excitement in Ghost Luo Rock upstairs grew, "Quick, quick, quick, get your grandfather over here, I will certainly refine him into a superior Fierce Ghost, and then..."

His words suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

The ghastly smile on Ghost Luo Rock’s face instantly froze.

The next moment.

Ghost Luo Rock retreated explosively, while two fierce ghosts with raging black hair appeared behind him, standing in front of Ghost Luo Rock.

But Ghost Luo Rock’s actions did not stop, as he took out a magical artifact, and again deployed a top-grade Tier One Middle-Grade Talisman.

The talisman activated.

Two ghostly hands suddenly appeared, guarding in front of him.

The magical artifact activated at this moment too, unleashing a torrent of black mist ghost faces, hurtling toward the vacant area above the market.

However.

The next moment.

The black mist ghost faces erupting from the magical artifact shattered one after another, as if tofu hitting an iron plate.

Seeing this, Ghost Luo Rock’s face turned sharply tenser, but before he could react, the ghost in front of him was instantly torn apart, and the ghost hands guarding him followed, twisting and contorting.

"No!"

After a cry of astonishment.

Ghost Luo Rock flew backward, his two ghost hands shattered to pieces.

Bang!

The moment Ghost Luo Rock flew backward, he felt his vision go black, his consciousness growing blurred. At this moment, a corpse hand suddenly descended, directly piercing through his chest and lifting him up.

"Flying Corpse..." Ghost Luo Rock’s eyes were full of fear.

However.

Vitality was rapidly vanishing.

He wanted to speak again when Wen Jiu appeared by his side, casually taking his storage bag.

And the Three Evil Corpses directly drained his soul and blood energy completely.

Fear remained eternally frozen on his face.

Bang!

After casually tossing his body aside, the Three Evil Corpses flew toward the street again, heading straight for the two demons besieging Chen Daoqing. However, the Three Evil Corpses, as strong as demons at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer, were not exactly weak.

One claw could tear one apart.

Wen Jiu then stored it in the Corpse Eye.

At the same time, the despair on the faces of Chen Daoqing and the others vanished instantly, replaced by tears of joy. They thought they were doomed today, but couldn’t have imagined the sudden reversal.