Chapter 783: Chapter 634: Little Blue Flower
The bones were full, and the Demon Sect’s Right Protector didn’t hurry to attack. Instead, he crossed his arms and concealed his body in the darkness.
Lin Zheng felt somewhat uneasy. He glanced at Baili An and, unwilling to give up, tried once more to persuade everyone.
However, after what happened with Ye Shu, the words of the Young Marquis no longer carried the same weight as before.
His entreaties failed, and instead, he received a cold rebuttal.
Had this happened before, his pride would have definitely gotten the better of him.
But now, knowing he was at fault, he heavily retreated after failing, found an empty space, sat down with a dejected expression, and said no more.
Yin Baishuang sat next to Baili An and suddenly spoke, “Now that we are all trapped here with no one stopping Ye Shu from taking the pearl, if this continues, you won’t be able to complete the task the Demon Lord entrusted to you.”
Baili An’s face remained serious, yet no panic showed, “Don’t worry, there is still room for maneuver.”
Yin Baishuang’s eyes flickered slightly, about to say something more, but just then, a low, pitiful scream came from not far away.
The scream was so abrupt that it caught everyone’s attention.
“Brother Song! Brother Song, what’s wrong with you!”
A cultivator, who had been quietly meditating and resting, suddenly fell ill, his body convulsively twitching, his arms and legs entangled as if knotted, frothing at the mouth, eyes bulging and rolling back in a grotesquely twisted posture as he fell.
The sudden change stunned everyone.
However, the middle-aged cultivator known as Brother Song did not die immediately.
He writhed on the ground like a poisoned earthworm, convulsing in pain, emitting inarticulate roars from his mouth.
“What’s going on? He was fine, what happened?!”
Everyone began panicking, not daring to approach the man who gradually developed densely packed red spots all over his body.
His rolled-back eyes filled with blood, soon bulging out like a goldfish’s, brimming with blood like a sagging bag.
Not long after, accompanied by an extremely piercing scream, his swollen eyes shot out foul-smelling blood arrows. Red strands of flesh appeared from them, which rapidly withered and turned black.
Following this, blood explosively burst from his facial features, covering his entire head in blood, completely extinguishing his life force.
After he stopped breathing, his contorted body still twitched, slowly swelling up.
The bizarre death made everyone’s scalp tingle and left them puzzled as to how a living person could end up in such a ghastly state.
Shocked and intensely curious, the crowd gravitated towards the body. Even Lin Zheng couldn’t help but swallow, his face turning pale as he followed.
Sitting on the ground, Baili An lifted his head slightly, his nose twitching, as if he caught something incredibly sensitive, and stood up silently.
Yin Baishuang asked in surprise, “You can’t even see, and you still want to join the commotion?”
Baili An didn’t respond, instead quietly taking Yue and Yin Baishuang’s wrists and pulling them back to retreat a bit.
Yin Baishuang’s eyebrows knitted tightly, about to lash out, but she saw Su Jing silently complying by letting him pull her hand back.
For some reason, Yin Baishuang sensed that if she didn’t cooperate this time, it would end badly later.
So, she let him lead, retreating further until their backs almost touched the bone wall.
On the other hand, seeing Baili An carefully retreating, the crowd felt disdainful.
They thought that it was fine for the two ladies to cherish cleanliness, but for a man to act so fidgety and afraid, it was truly shameful.
Brother Song’s death was mysterious, and it was unknown who had secretly harmed him. Without autopsying the body to clarify things, it was hard to ensure no one else would fall victim.
Even if the death was horrific, it was just a corpse; what was there to be afraid of…
A cultivator put away the disdainful look in his eyes towards Baili An. As everyone watched, he reached out to turn over the body of Mr. Song.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his palm touched the unusually bloated body, his fingertips felt something extremely rotted and squishy.
At the same time, a bubbling sound emitted from within the swollen corpse.
The sight of skin tearing and flesh bursting unfolded before everyone’s eyes.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The next second, the cultivator who reached out yelled in horror, “Retreat, retreat, retreat! Quick, get out of here!”
By then, it was too late for anything.
Even their superb Escape Techniques were useless.
A muffled, inexplicable explosive sound echoed through the wild wind, and at the same time, a thick, stench-filled burst of decay exploded.
The recently deceased body exploded!
It was as if a long-decayed body had suddenly been exposed to air, as multicolored decomposing fluids burst out like erupting lava, splashing everywhere.
The mere whiff of the nauseating smell was enough to burst one’s spirit, as a barrage of angry roars and desperate screams filled the air.
The explosive force of the body was terrifying; it was unimaginable how the contents of a dead body could continue so unremittingly.
Those who had crowded around were soaked head to toe with red and green slime-like maggots, and the corpse continued to spew its ghastly stench.