CHAPTER 356: CHAPTER 234: THE HANGED MAN

Boom!

As the face of the hanging corpse smashed into the ground, the blue stone-paved surface immediately caved into a cracked pit.

"Oh?" Sun Yan’s eyes showed surprise.

After taking such a hit from him, the hanging corpse showed no reaction at all, not even a broken bone, instead its struggles grew more violent.

This made Sun Yan very curious, as he was fully aware of his own strength, something no ordinary person could withstand.

No wonder the people of Zhu Family Town had no way to deal with these monsters; these creatures were truly different.

"Mr. Sun, these monsters can’t be killed, not even with guns." Zhu Honggao noted, seeing Sun Yan unscathed and casually subduing the hanging corpse to the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief, deeply trusting Sun Yan’s prowess, truly considering him a high-caliber aid.

With his help, perhaps Zhu Family Town could indeed solve their troubles this time.

"Not even guns can kill them? How did you handle the hanging corpses before?" Sun Yan asked curiously.

"Some monsters escaped, some were captured by us and locked in the town’s empty warehouse."

Zhu Honggao smiled bitterly: "Because there were so many captured monsters, we were overwhelmed, which is why we sought external help to figure out a solution."

"Take me to the warehouse to see."

"Or should I first host a welcoming banquet for Mr. Sun, considering you’ve traveled a long distance?"

"No need for such troubles, let’s go now." Sun Yan firmly shook his head, declining the offer.

The hanging corpses that even bullets couldn’t kill made him deeply curious, leaving no room for hospitable ceremonies.

Seeing Sun Yan’s resolute attitude, Zhu Honggao could only nod, leading a group of servants armed with crooked guns away from the mansion, heading to the north of Zhu Family Town.

Zhu Family Town had two warehouses, an old one, and a new one; ever since the new warehouse was built, the old one had been abandoned.

However, when the hanging corpses started appearing in town, those seemingly unkillable monsters were bound by the townspeople and locked together in the old warehouse, constantly guarded every day.

When Sun Yan arrived at the warehouse, he saw that the exterior, made of brick walls and iron sheets, was heavily fortified with iron plates, with the entrances blocked by large stones, seemingly to prevent whatever was inside from escaping.

As Sun Yan approached, holding a hanging corpse, the guards from the town immediately took notice.

"Master Zhu."

Seeing Zhu Honggao approach, the guards greeted him one after another.

"Open the warehouse door and allow Mr. Sun inside," Zhu Honggao instructed.

"Master Zhu, wouldn’t that be too dangerous? What if those things inside escape?" someone hesitantly asked.

"Just open it as I said. With Mr. Sun here, what is there to fear? Can’t you see the monster in Mr. Sun’s hand? These beasts are no match for him, we’re quite safe with him here." Zhu Honggao shouted.

Sun Yan’s prior display gave them confidence; soon, several guards went to the old warehouse door, moved away the piled stones, and pushed aside the iron plate covering the door.

The rusty iron door was opened, instantly releasing a wave of urea smell from inside, making their stomachs churn.

With sunlight shining into the warehouse, beams of red light suddenly emerged inside, revealing opened eyes.

Sun Yan, using his Celestial Eye, saw the entire warehouse ceiling densely hung with hanging corpses.

Their eyes opened, glowing red, and their previous hanging posture showed signs of revival, all falling from the ceiling and crawling towards the warehouse door.

"No, it’s bad! Master Zhu, quickly close the door, if these things escape, we’re done for!" the townsfolk fearfully urged.

Zhu Honggao looked at Sun Yan; the decision now rested entirely on this Mr. Sun.

Seeing the hanging corpses intending to charge out, Sun Yan remained unfazed, forcefully hurling the hanging corpse in his hand into the warehouse, instantly knocking over several hanging corpses.

Sun Yan strode towards the warehouse door, stepping onto the face of a hanging corpse just emerging, pinning it heavily to the ground.

Confronting the subsequent hanging corpses, Sun Yan got to work, iron fists blasting forward.

With a punch, each approaching hanging corpse was sent flying; the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao was formidable not just for his magical treasures but also his physical strength.

As one who inherited the True Monarch’s divine temple, even without the power of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and the Mountain-Cracking Axe, Sun Yan’s barehanded prowess was formidable.

Though the hanging corpses couldn’t be killed by ordinary means, Sun Yan had no problem subduing them.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Under his punches, the hanging corpses retreated one after another, unable to escape the warehouse, all firmly subdued by Sun Yan.

He reached down to grab a writhing hanging corpse from the ground, lifting it up.

This hanging corpse was far more transformed than the one he caught at the Zhu family mansion earlier.

The person’s skin was covered in brown hair, making it resemble a humanoid monster.

Moreover, a layer of flesh membrane grew under the arms, resembling glider wings, leaving one wondering if it granted brief flight capabilities.

"These monsters can still evolve?" Sun Yan frowned.

Then, he withdrew from the warehouse with the captured hanging corpse.

"Seal the door!" Zhu Honggao immediately shouted.

The guards closed the warehouse door, replacing the iron plate and stone, hearing the persistent banging against the iron door from within, slowly subsiding after a few minutes of sound.

"Mr. Sun, did you discover anything?" Zhu Honggao asked, approaching Sun Yan.

Observing the severely mutated hanging corpse in his hand, Zhu Honggao couldn’t help but admirefully comment.

"No, I just wanted to test if these things can actually be killed."

Sun Yan tossed the hanging corpse to the ground, stepping on its chest to prevent struggle, gripping its neck and wrenching it sharply.

Snapping it 90°.

Yet, despite this, the hanging corpse continued its violent struggle, seemingly showing no signs of dying.

"Are there really such unkillable monsters in this world?" Sun Yan frowned, reaching out, suddenly wielding the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade.

"Ugh!"

The surrounding townsfolk gasped in shock at the sight of Sun Yan conjuring a weapon from thin air.

"Immortal, Mr. Sun is surely an Immortal."

"With Mr. Sun here, we are saved!"

"Immortal!"

Numerous townsfolk immediately knelt, repeatedly worshipping Sun Yan.

Sun Yan swung forcefully, bringing down the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, severing the hanging corpse’s neck.

The hanging corpse spurted large amounts of black blood, its body twisting and writhing, ultimately becoming still.

"It can still be killed." Sun Yan nodded calmly.

But unexpectedly, the headless hanging corpse suddenly rose, aiming its hands at Sun Yan’s neck.

"Huh?"

Sun Yan was taken aback, now completely baffled by these hanging corpses.