CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 72: THE MIGHT OF THE LIVING CORPSE, BRONZE SKIN AND IRON BONES

He has been promoted now, which is equivalent to a position in the Refining Internal Organ Realm, and is responsible for overseeing an entire area alone.

"From now on, Mr. Lin Zheyu will be in charge of the area to the south near the Bai River. You all will follow Mr. Lin and guard that area together, do you understand?"

Xu Chuanliang addressed the crowd.

He is the overseer here, coming from a collateral branch of the Xu Family, appearing to be around 45 years old, with strength reaching the Peak of Refining Internal Organs.

"Yes, Sir!" the crowd responded.

To the south of White Stone Mountain, near the Bai River, the terrain is precarious, easy to defend and hard to attack, making it an easy task to guard here.

"Alright, you all can go patrol now."

Xu Chuanliang waved at the crowd and then looked at Lin Zheyu, saying: "Lin Zheyu, you stay behind."

Lin Zheyu halted his steps, looking at Xu Chuanliang.

"Sir, is there something you need from me?" Lin Zheyu asked.

"Can’t I call you if there’s nothing?"

"I heard you defeated that kid Chen Mu. Truly a young hero. Keep it up, and in a few years, you’ll be the backbone of the Feihong Gang."

Xu Chuanliang patted his shoulder, smiling as he said: "Come, I’ll show you around the environment of White Stone Mountain."

"Thank you, Sir," Lin Zheyu replied.

"White Stone Mountain is close to Lion Valley, marked by the bandits there, who often attack and harass."

"However, you need not worry too much, as the southern side of White Stone Mountain that you’re in charge of is easy to defend and hard to attack, posing little danger."

"Your workload isn’t heavy. If you encounter strong bandit attacks, just lend a hand. There’s not much to do usually."

Xu Chuanliang explained as they walked.

After hearing Xu Chuanliang’s introduction, Lin Zheyu understood White Stone Mountain a bit better.

For the members of the Feihong Gang, besides the lack of entertainment and some boredom, guarding White Stone Mountain isn’t a tough job.

On the contrary, because the conditions for guarding are better than in the city, some people even voluntarily apply to come here.

...

In Beast Roar Mountain.

The place is rampant with fierce beasts everywhere.

Roar

Woo-hoo.

From deep within the mountain forest, a series of beast roars emerged.

Rustle rustle rustle.

A dozen rugged men, carrying crossbow arrows and wielding long knives, moved forward cautiously, their faces extremely wary, with threads of fear in their eyes.

"Boss, it was in the grove ahead that we found the undead last time," one man said.

"How many times have I told you, stop calling me Boss, I’m the Supervisor now, call me Supervisor Sir!" the leading man scolded.

These subordinates, having just joined the Nine Nether Sect, hadn’t yet gotten used to the new term.

"Yes, Supervisor Sir."

"Keep moving, this time we must find the undead!" the man calling himself Supervisor said.

The group split into several teams, starting to search around the area.

After more than half an hour, a scream came from afar.

"Ah, help..."

The voice cut off halfway, becoming silent.

Soon after, a sound of chewing followed, as bones were crunched, producing cracking noises.

"Over there, quickly, shoot!"

The Supervisor shouted loudly.

The few rugged men beside him responded, releasing crossbow arrows towards the direction of the sound.

"Those in the rear, get ready to release the warhorses to lure away the undead!" the Supervisor continued instructing.

The undead, with copper skin and iron bones, are impervious to swords and spears, and arrows are useless.

The archery was to mark the undead.

The arrowheads were specially made, hollow inside, containing special powder.

Upon impact, the arrowhead would explode, spreading powder onto the undead, marking it, making it easier to find if unsuccessful this time.

Awoooo—

Ah ah ah!

A non-human-like howling sound rang out.

A figure in tattered clothing, with bulging muscles, sunken eyes, and a ferocious expression, rushed out from the forest.

In his right hand, he held a severed arm, biting it occasionally while running, creating a crunching sound.

His teeth were exceedingly sharp.

He was exactly the undead they were searching for.

Suddenly, the undead leaped high like a cannonball, crashing down on the people shooting from afar.

Bang!

The undead landed heavily, a muffled sound echoing, with dirt splattering everywhere.

He casually grabbed a nearby man, discarded the severed arm from his hand, and inserted his left hand into the man’s chest, pulling out a throbbing, fresh heart.

This brutal and horrifying scene frightened the men around him into scattering in panic.

"Monster!"

"Ah ah, help..."

Cries and screams filled the air.

The Supervisor, suppressing his immense fear, shouted loudly: "Now, release the warhorses quickly!"

The Supervisor roared loudly, instructing those farther away to release the warhorses to attract the undead’s attention.

The undead are fond of blood, and the warhorses they picked, with enlivened Qi Blood, could draw the undead’s focus.

Neighing~~~

Those at a distance snapped out of their shock and released the prepared warhorses, four strong steeds charging out of the forest.

The Supervisor saw the task completed, turned around, and ran off.

His heart was thumping wildly, and his body trembled uncontrollably from sheer terror.

However, it was too late.

The Supervisor’s shout just now had attracted the undead’s attention.

Awoo-hoo!

The undead let out a howl, casually discarding the blood-soaked corpse and leaping forcefully towards the Supervisor.

In a rush, the Supervisor swung his sword towards the undead.

However, it felt like hitting steel, unable to injure the undead at all, while the massive recoil made his grip sting painfully.

The Supervisor immediately discarded his weapon, dashing towards his subordinates in the distance.

The undead was fast, escape seemed impossible, but he believed if he ran faster than his subordinates, he could survive.

Ah!

A heartrending scream echoed.

The undead moved its feet, instantly appearing beside the Supervisor, grabbing his shoulders with both hands and tearing him apart.

Blood and flesh splattered, and the organs scattered all over the ground, a scene immensely gory.

Neighing ~~

The four sturdy horses sensed danger and bolted out of the forest.

After killing the Supervisor, the undead’s ferocity was completely triggered, with blood-red eyes.

He extended a purplish-blue tongue, licking his lips, and charged towards the fleeing horses.

These four horses, renowned for their speed, were Quetma, handpicked for this task, and they sprinted with astonishing swiftness.

Whoosh!

The undead maneuvered skillfully through the forest, remarkably agile.

His body exhibited nearly no signs of human rationality, with red eyes devoid of pupils; when he blinked, the red disappeared, turning entirely dark purple.

It appeared unfathomably deep.

Puff!

Suddenly, he leaped like an agile ape, pounced on the rearmost horse.

His nails were terrifyingly sharp, stabbing into the horse’s belly, pulling out a massive pumping heart.

Neighing.

The horse let out a wretched cry, collapsing to the ground.

The undead opened its mouth wide, the lower jaw seemingly able to move, the mouth expanding further until it could fit the fresh horse heart.

Puff—

After munching a few times, blood trickled out of his mouth as a look of satisfaction crossed his face.

Having consumed the heart, the undead grinned, focusing on the horses fleeing into the distance, and continued his pursuit, rushing out of Beast Roar Mountain.

These four horses had been trained to run towards the forest’s edge.

Once luring the undead outside, another group was assigned to lead it in a specific direction.