System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 84 - 75: Chaotic God Saber and Divine Sound Sword

Chapter 84: Chapter 75: Chaotic God Saber and Divine Sound Sword

"Where did these people come from? Why didn’t they show up during the day?

"Could it really be haunted?"

Watching the scene before them, even Du Hanyan couldn’t help but feel a bit of supernatural unease.

Chu Qing glanced back at her:

"Miss Du, are you sure that the illusion array outside is really an array and not a ghost wall?"

"I’m sure!"

Du Hanyan immediately nodded.

"Then this matter is still man-made."

Chu Qing couldn’t completely dismiss the idea of supernatural forces, after all, he himself had traveled through time, even crossing souls.

The rationale behind this was inexplicable, so some things in the world being beyond common reasoning didn’t seem entirely unacceptable either.

But since the illusion array was set up by humans, the matter must ultimately fall on the people involved.

Someone had set up the illusion array outside, and at nightfall, a group of villagers akin to zombies appeared in the village.

If these two events are linked together, there would be much to investigate.

However, these issues could be researched later. For now, it was clear these zombie-like villagers wouldn’t let them leave.

The old man entering the hall and taking action, Chu Qing had already observed.

He didn’t know the specifics of these people, but clearly, they didn’t know martial arts.

The only thing to be wary of was the moment they wielded their weapons, seemingly containing a type of sword intent.

But to say how powerful it was, that was doubtful.

Aside from that, there was their undead physique. The old man took a blow from Dong Xingzhi, had his bones shattered, yet seemed unscathed.

It took seven successive punches for him to collapse weakly.

Even then, his body kept moving, refusing to die.

These points were enough to prove this group wasn’t much to worry about; if they fought with full force, these people couldn’t do anything to them.

The only concern was... Cao Qiupu and Du Hanyan were from reputable sects.

Cao Qiupu was a famous hero, and Mist Rain Tower was a pillar of the Heroic Dao.

Would they have qualms about fighting these villagers?

As this thought surfaced, they saw Cao Qiupu charge into the crowd.

In an instant, seven or eight blades chopped towards him.

His figure moved like a dragon, evading the layers of sword light, grabbing an old woman’s hand holding a knife. He then checked her breath and proclaimed loudly:

"No breath or pulse, they’re already dead."

The night was deep, the fog heavy.

Cao Qiupu’s words reached everyone’s ears. Chu Qing and Gentle felt nothing, but several inexperienced young women from Mist Rain Tower shuddered.

How could dead people stand up and kill?

Wasn’t this really a haunting?

But just then, Cao Qiupu struck the old woman on the back, and she collapsed, unable to get up.

This boosted everyone’s confidence, because even if it was really haunted, as long as martial arts worked, there was nothing to fear!

The young women exchanged glances, encouraging each other, and then charged into the crowd.

Seeing this, Chu Qing also felt relieved.

One who becomes a hero naturally wasn’t simple-minded.

An astute mind and formidable skills were essential; otherwise, they wouldn’t have survived.

He exchanged a glance with Gentle, and the two also joined the fray.

Just as Chu Qing thought, the gap between them and the villagers was too large; panicking and hesitating would inevitably lead to injury.

But once they fought freely, this group’s abilities were far from a threat.

Cao Qiupu set a good example for everyone; since these people were already dead, somehow controlled,

then break their spines so they can’t move.

After some time, the "living dead" lay immobile on the ground around them.

Chu Qing glanced at these people, noticing that most were elders and children, otherwise women, with hardly any young and strong men.

Linking this to the memorial tablets in each house, a strange feeling grew in Chu Qing’s heart.

The village of Qingxi had such a large array in the middle, appearing to make a living by forging weapons.

But if they forged weapons, how could this lead to so many inexplicable deaths among the young men?

While pondering, an aura like abyssal ink suddenly erupted.

Chu Qing instinctively turned to look, seeing a young woman from Mist Rain Tower struck by this sword light, her body crashing heavily.

Before she could get up, a gush of blood spurted out, almost lifeless.

"Sister Zhuo!!"

This change happened too quickly; no one expected someone among the villagers to be hiding.

Du Hanyan couldn’t help but cry out in alarm; looking up, she saw the sword already at her.

Chu Qing and the others watched as Du Hanyan, who should have dodged, froze as if stupefied, allowing the blade to slice towards her neck...

Neigh!!

A horse’s whinny, White Brother stood with a single kick, producing a thud.

In that split second, the sword-wielder was kicked flying by White Brother.

White Brother staggered as if intoxicated, with its hooves flailing, the entire horse seemed lost.

Seeing this, Chu Qing quietly withdrew the flying saber in his hand, then looked at Du Hanyan, who seemed like a drowning person suddenly breathing again.