ping from the edges of those dead dog's teeth reeked of rot. If it got into a wound, I imagine you'd have to cut away the flesh and bleed it out just to temporarily stop the plague from spreading.What...Mu Wanchen said not to look, but Feng Hun had already unraveled its spider silk. The moment I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of something white and ghastly, and then smelled a foul odor.

A stench, that's the strange smell I detected in the yard.

The little monk didn't have time to cover his face and turn his head, he screamed: "Master, this is a severed limb!"

"Amitabha Buddha, I know you haven't left the courtyard quickly enough." Master Huisqing growled at the young monk.

The little monk was still just a child. Even if we brought him out to travel, he shouldn't have seen these kinds of scenes. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he ran outside the small courtyard, pulling me along with him.

"Why are you pulling me I'm a grown-up!" I shook off the little monk's hand and lectured him, "You kids can just run outside, I don't need to watch anything..."

But you are pregnant,” the young monk said firmly, “impure and bloody things should not be touched.”

I stood at the edge of the courtyard, this little monk honestly avoided the scenes inside the courtyard, saying he wouldn't look if he wouldn't.

What the soul snatcher pulled out of the well was a piece of flesh. I couldn't make out if it was an arm or a leg, but I caught a glimpse of a bloated, pale mass that had begun to rot.

This kind of thing is especially eye-catching in the dark, and it looks very terrifying.

The "thief" in the yard, up close, turned out to be a skinny man with unkempt hair and dirt all over his face. Perhaps because he had just fallen into the ditch, he looked utterly filthy.

“You went to peek into that courtyard, you should know what's inside, right” Mu Wanchen questioned coldly.

"What's it to you!"

"Something happened today, where did you hide everything in the yard" Mu Wanchen pressed, "That's not something ordinary people like you should be touching, hand it over and maybe you can still live."

The man cursed profusely, using a mix of dialects and obscenities. He seemed mentally unstable.

I sort of understood his logic—he found Xi Linzhou hiding in the house one day, coming out to look for food. He thought she was some kind of crazy woman and secretly gave her some food.

This place is almost deserted now, the villagers have all moved into their new homes happily, but this man hasn't. He seems to have a bit of a problem in his head, he's an old bachelor too, and feels that without a wife, moving to live upstairs or downstairs would make him a laughing stock.

So he decided to make a move against Xi Linzhou.

Even if Xi Lingzhou looked crazy and insane, she was a woman. As long as she was a woman, that was all that mattered.

This bachelor saw Zhao and her group having trouble in the mansion this morning after the incident. He was afraid the police would come looking for Xi Lingzhou and take her away, so he secretly smuggled Xi Lingzhou out and threw one of her severed hands into the well.

That arm was probably broken when she attacked Sister Zhao, and Sister Zhao's group fought back.

Isn't Xi Lingzhou now missing and his life or death unknown

Mu Wanchen had just searched the house and only retrieved a severed limb from the well. He hasn't found the owner yet.

This old bachelor seems to have made up his mind not to tell us where Xi Lingzhou is. In his eyes, the worse Xi Lingzhou's situation, the better, because it would be "worthy" of him, this eccentric and grumpy old bachelor.

Now he was holding a kitchen knife, guarding the doorway of the earthen hut and refusing to let anyone approach. Mu Wanchen slightly turned his body, giving me a wink.

I took the spirit sword off my shoulder and casually dropped it to the ground.

Ling Zhe's movements were as fast as lightning, turning into a dark light and rushing to the door, stopping on the door frame. The tip of his tail, tipped with the Damotoxin, suddenly stung the old bachelor right on the ear!

The old bachelor howled and cried, covering his ears and jumping up. His kitchen knife fell to the ground, and he immediately bent down to pick it up.

Mu Wanchen drew his sword with a backhand, dragging the scabbard across the stone slab at the entrance, leaving a scratch.

With a dull thud, the old bachelor fell headfirst at the door, his body convulsing.

"Amitabha Buddha, Master, even if you have the means of thunder, you should not harm ordinary human lives," Huiqing monk pleaded.

"It won't be fatal." Mu Wanchen replied faintly.

He stepped over the old bachelor, pushed open the door and looked inside. It was pitch black in there; this old bachelor's house didn't even have a light.

To say the house was bare would be an understatement; it was also covered in mold. Even standing at the gate, I and the young monk could smell the musty odor.

"Laywoman, why have you come to this place as a pregnant woman Aren't you afraid" The little monk probably scared himself, so he spoke to me first to try and calm his nerves.

I turned my head to look at him. A small, bald head was very noticeable in the absence of light, so I scared him and said: "I'm a grown-up, of course I'm not afraid. You shouldn't be involved in these things as a child. Be careful, some demons and ghosts might fancy you with your little bald head, so cute and tender. They might just bite you up."

This was meant as a joke, but the little guy trembled all over and nervously patted his bald head, saying, "I've seen lots of monsters! Last time I even saw a headless creature with a long tail—"

As he spoke, he suddenly stared at me, his eyes fixed.

I saw his movements out of the corner of my eye and turned my head to look at him in confusion. "What's wrong with you Are you scared witless There's nothing to be afraid of, is there"

"No, no....no..." The little monk stared with wide eyes, suddenly looking at me, trembling uncontrollably, unable to speak a word.

What's wrong I was just kidding, scaring him a little. It wasn't that serious, right

"My lady, run!" he suddenly shouted, startling me so badly that I stumbled.

In that instant, I felt something brush against my scalp—

I flinched and lunged forward.

Mu Wanchen moved at the sound, his sword sheath suddenly flying out from within and knocking the thing hovering above my head away!

The stench of rot and mildew wafting from the yard made me dizzy. I didn't even realize something was creeping up on me from behind.

"Little Lu'er, come here!"

Mu Wanchen pulled me to his side. We looked through the small broken door by the gate, watching the thing outside.

That thing was strange, shaped like a person but with no features on its face.

It has no five senses, and apart from its limbs and head, there isn't a single "organ" on its body.

Like a shadow, a three-dimensional "person" seems to exist.

And all around him was black, devoid of breath and sound. As he stood in the darkness, he seemed to merge with it almost completely.

"What kind of monster is this"

That thing looked like a software creature, but it also seemed like a shadow. It just brushed past my scalp and split open its belly! What is this thing

"Master, Master, I'm scared." The young monk outside the door was close to tears. Although the black shadow's target wasn't him, but me, he trembled against the wall, too afraid to move.

The shadow was very close to the young monk, hidden in the wall's shadow, ready to attack at any moment.

"Amitabha, old monk comes to tidy up, both of you. This isn't stealing your business, is it" Huisqing remarked to me as he pulled out...rice, a rice bowl from his bag.ital for a blood transfusion It's not that I don't trust Lianlong's medical skills, but even Lianlong wouldn't be able to create blood for her in this situation..." I suggested softly."No need to crea...