Alas, Young Hero’s schedule was packed, his Extraordinary Wisdom had yet no chance to be fully applied before he arrived here.
Ahead, the rumored Yellow Jade Island was now within sight.
By now, night had completely fallen, with neither stars nor moon today, the sky draped in a layer of black silk.
Accompanied by a slight sound of water, Duan Yun and his two companions stood on this island.
This island, the most mysterious in the Martial Arts world.
Duan Yun, although he had experience exterminating entire households across several states, this was his first time venturing so far from home.
They had crossed three states, circled around snow mountains, passed through marshes, entered deserts, and traversed the vast Devil City to arrive here.
The journey had been somewhat arduous, especially the last few days in the desert, feeling like meat on a roasting board.
However, at this moment, Duan Yun was not only not tired, but his eyes lit up with excitement.
Because the people he was here to save and destroy were right here!
In the night, the vast Yellow Jade Island had no lights, all was dead silent.
At this moment, as they looked at the outlines of the buildings that resembled those of Jiangnan water towns, they did not feel the tenderness of the water towns, but rather a chilling eeriness.
The sky was too dark, without a single light, without a hint of human liveliness, making this place seem like a dead silence.
The three shook off the water on their bodies a bit, then edged into the shadows and walked inward.
In the night, Yellow Jade Island looked like a tomb, but soon they heard sounds.
The sound of something scraping on the ground.
Ahead was a street corner, and the sound was coming from there.
Duan Yun and the others lightened their footsteps and moved closer.
On the ground, something was wriggling like a worm.
Shen Ying squinted to see clearer and discovered it was actually a person.
Yes, the wriggling was indeed a person.
The scraping sound they heard earlier was from this person wriggling on the ground.
Honestly, witnessing this scene made them involuntarily think of the Murong brothers who swam around like maggots.
However, unlike the Murong brothers, this person used no tricks, simply rubbing his body against the ground.
Soon, several similar sounds arose.
Ahead, several people were wriggling on the ground, making similar sounds.
The road ahead seemed covered with these "worms."
Feng Ling’er whispered without sound, "Living Dead."
Jade Guanyin’s living dead, alive yet devoid of much consciousness, like walking corpses, at the mercy of Jade Guanyin’s orders.
Duan Yun couldn’t help asking, "Then what are they doing?"
"Sweeping the floor," Feng Ling’er responded.
She had heard bits and pieces about Jade Guanyin from her mother and knew how twisted and evil she was.
It was said that when she softened, even the most hard-hearted people would melt and bow down at her skirt, but when she hardened, she was comparable to the devil.
Feng Ling’er pointed at the ground.
Duan Yun and Shen Ying then noticed that the street pavement was very clean, even spotlessly so.
These people indeed were continuously wiping the ground, back and forth tirelessly.
At this time, the closest living dead to them was wriggling over.
Duan Yun, quick as lightning, pressed several acupuncture points on his body and dragged him over for observation and study.
By rights, with several major acupoints sealed, this person should barely be able to move.
But not so, he still instinctively maintained the wriggling posture, only much slower.
In Duan Yun’s eyes, this entire person no longer seemed human, but a real worm.
Trying to seal the acupoints of a worm to immobilize it is extremely difficult.
Duan Yun turned him over, and the next moment, the three of them couldn’t help but frown.
The man’s back looked truly horrifying, even disgusting.
Layers of scabs and calluses piled up, resembling fish scales scraped by a knife.
This was clearly caused by endlessly wiping the floor, bleeding, scabbing, and then forming calluses.
This man, still ceaselessly wriggling even though disheveled with no trace of blood on his face and extremely emaciated, had once been a handsome man admired by many in the Martial World, perhaps even quite famous.
Now, after Jade Guanyin tired of him, he could only be discarded here to mop the floor.
Continuously mopping.
Like a walking corpse, mopping.
Seeing a living being, as handsome as himself, transformed into such a ghostly state, Duan Yun felt a chill run down his spine, while simultaneously filled with rage.
If this Mad Woman, Jade Guanyin, is not eliminated, then handsome men like me in the Martial World will never have peace!
For a moment, the newly appointed Blood Shadow Mad Blade seemed to sense his intentions, quivering within the wrapped cloth.