Chapter 39: Walking Alone
What’s wrong with this young man?
Has he been scared silly by this eerie and terrifying scene?
Unconsciously, the same thought flashed through everyone’s minds.
However, they quickly came to their senses and stopped thinking about the young man. Instead, they scrambled towards the big iron gate.
Chen An did not stop them.
He watched the panicked people, their faces full of fear and confusion.
In less than three seconds, Wang Que and the others were already inside the yard.
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted.
“Come in, stop standing there like an idiot!”
Then another person reacted and shouted anxiously.
“Close the gate, close it quickly!”
As for whether this ancient-looking big iron gate could block the evil cultivator, it was all up to fate.
They could only try to survive a little longer.
After all, with such a commotion, surely the Immortal Masters and those in power couldn’t just sit back?
Perhaps if they held on a bit longer, they could last until reinforcements arrived?
This was the thought in everyone’s hearts right now.
But in the next moment, the anxious shouts abruptly stopped, because everyone’s eyes widened, and their mouths involuntarily fell open, forgetting to scream.
They saw that the strange young man was indeed obediently closing the gate.
But what shocked and confused them was that he was closing it from the outside.
A calm voice came from outside the gate, as if admonishing them.
“Stay put and be quiet.”
Then, the iron gate let out a piercing creak, followed by a heavy clang as it shut.
Wang Que and the others watched helplessly as the iron gate closed. The last thing they saw were a pair of clear black and white eyes.
There was no fear in the eyes, as they had imagined, nor any panic.
“Is, is this person… a fool?”
Someone stammered, speaking the thought aloud.
But he was quickly met with glares from others.
Zhang Yong, an honest and straightforward man, wanted to roar at the speaker, but the next moment he remembered the admonition and could only suppress his voice.
“Gao Ping! Stop talking nonsense here, are you brave enough to go out?!”
After Zhang Yong spoke, seeing the man’s face turn red, he snorted coldly.
He mustered his courage and went to the back of the iron gate, pressing his entire face against the gap, peering out through it.
Then, his pupils contracted, and he saw a scene he would never forget.
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Chen An stood in front of the gate, holding a wooden stick in one hand, gazing at the road ahead.
It was surrounded by an endless sea of bloody hands, with only a faint green light struggling to hold on.
The bloody hands climbed onto the barrier, blocking all sight.
Not far away, a pale, thin man stood.
Zhang Asi looked at the two women within the green barrier, licking his dry lips.
He smiled happily.
He had originally worried that the flesh and blood of just one Qi Refining stage cultivator would not be enough to heal his injuries.
But he hadn’t expected such a pleasant surprise.
Not one cultivator, but two.
Such a wonderful start!
Zhang Asi couldn’t help but cheer inwardly.
At this moment, he caught sight of the young man standing at the main gate of the orphanage.
He frowned, a nameless irritation stirring within him.
Because this young man was precisely the one his intuition had frantically warned him about!
Zhang Asi suppressed his thoughts and took a step back nonchalantly.
At the same time, with a slight movement of his mind, the ground beneath the young man’s feet suddenly became muddy.
Immediately, numerous terrifying and bizarre bloody hands, like hungry beasts finding food, scrambled and climbed up his legs.
The gruesome mouths on the palms of the bloody hands wriggled, beginning to devour.
Seeing this, Zhang Asi’s heart was instantly put at ease.
It was indeed just an ordinary person.
His so-called intuition was simply because the young man’s calm appearance had been too deceptive, making him scare himself.
But the expected scream did not come.
Chen An moved.
The young man walked straight towards Zhang Asi.
Blood-soaked hands were still gnawing at his legs, but he seemed to have numbed himself to the pain, his expression remaining calm, showing no suffering.
Seeing this, Zhang Asi was jolted, almost jumping up on the spot.
What the hell is this?!
As a highly self-disciplined evil cultivator, Zhang Asi had always considered himself ruthless.
He had once jumped into a cesspit and remained motionless for three hours to escape pursuit!
But now he felt he was wrong.
Zhang Asi couldn’t imagine how this strange young man could maintain such a composed expression while enduring the agony of a thousand ants devouring his heart.
And not only was his expression normal, but he could still walk!
This was unbelievably absurd, utterly ridiculous!
This was also what Zhang Yong, hiding behind the gate, witnessed with his own eyes.
He instinctively stiffened. His inner shock was far greater than Zhang Asi’s, because he had personally experienced that gnawing pain.
It felt like being cut into a thousand pieces, with countless mouths biting and tearing away pieces of flesh.
Even for a moment, Zhang Yong had almost lost all hope and couldn’t move.
If the bloody hands hadn’t let him go willingly, he believed he would have already perished in that sea of blood.
Zhang Yong’s stunned appearance attracted the attention of the others in the yard.
A flicker of pity crossed their faces.
They assumed that the young man must have already met a terrible fate, which was why Zhang Yong was so dazed…
“Wait, why isn’t there any screaming?”
Wang Que suddenly asked.
His question jolted everyone out of their pity.
Yes, why was there no sound?
The same question arose in their minds.
Wang Que quickly stepped forward, shoved Zhang Yong aside, and then, imitating him, pressed his eyes to the gap in the gate to look out.
Then he also trembled, his lips quivering, unable to speak.
A monstrous aura of blood.
Endless bloody hands.
Only a small figure was moving forward alone.
But even the most tenacious willpower could not withstand the decay of a mortal body.
The bloody hands devoured quickly, and with Chen An as the sole target,
Within just two steps, the flesh and blood on the young man’s legs were almost entirely gone, revealing the stark white bones beneath.
Seeing this, Zhang Asi, who had been sweating with fear, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.
He had no choice; the young man’s strangeness and willpower were enough to make even him tremble with fear and shudder with dread.
But now that he was reduced to a skeleton, about to fall apart, surely he couldn’t keep walking?
The young man answered him with action.
On the stark white bones, delicate and tender flesh suddenly reappeared out of nowhere.
Like the skin of a newborn baby, it had a moist luster.
Zhang Asi was utterly dumbfounded!
He felt a chill run down his spine, almost to the point of wanting to turn and run.
Damn it, who is the evil cultivator here, me or you?!
(End of this chapter)
