Chapter 355: Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng stopped his counterattack, he was sucked by the flesh of his neck by this "Mu Sicheng", but what was sucked was not the blood, but the soul, Mu Sicheng's face was so painful and hideous that he was almost a shadow, and finally disappeared completely into the pillar.

After sucking the soul, the "Mu Sicheng" zombie turned his shoulders comfortably, jumped down from the pillar, and walked towards Bai Liu with a brutal expression.

Bai Liu, however, kept his head down, as if he hadn't noticed Mu Sicheng walking this way.

Mu Sicheng walks up to Bai Liu, and just as he is about to open his mouth to bite, his face drops to his knees, and his face looks like two faces are merging, interacting with each other, and his body keeps struggling.

Bai Liu slowly looked up, "Mu Sicheng, it will take some time for you to merge with your prana, can you control this zombie body?"

Mu Sicheng s soul twistedly broke out of his face, answering hoarsely, "Barely ...... can!"

"Two minutes short of twelve o'clock, yin and yang converge, yang energy is pouring in, just when the yin is at its weakest." Bai Liu jumped out of bed and narrated calmly, "Now the Yin and Yang paths overlap, we are all living people, we can go back to the Yang path, it's the best time to escape."

"The only problem is." Bai Liu turned to look over there at the motionless, covered bride gazing at Mu Sicheng, "Your body is already their husband and one of the masters of this tomb, with the guest of honor fleeing, the netherworlds of these tombs will surely come after you."

"I need you to not completely devour the prana, so that you can maintain your zombie body while partially retaining your sanity so that we have something to fight against."

Mu Sicheng breathed heavily, "So you had the prana come and devour me, did you?"

Bai Liu nods.

Mu Sicheng grimaced, fangs exposed, sharp nails gripping the ground with his limbs, and exhaled two mouthfuls of white breath, "...... I try my best."

"Then wait, I'll count one, two ......" Bai Liu paused for a second, looking down at his watch, he knelt on one knee on Mu Sicheng's back, grabbed Mu Sicheng's shoulders, and raised his eyes to order, " --Three, run."

Mu Sicheng sprang out like an arrow from a string.

Behind the house of lantern fire by Mu Sicheng scurrying out of the wind brought swaying light and dark to see a moment, and then light up when the house of the bride has all disappeared.

Mu Sicheng was running fast on all fours in the darkness of the tomb, and Bai Liu was kneeling on Mu Sicheng's back with one knee on the ground.

Around a corner, a headless bride appeared in front of them, a few winks were about to stick in front of them, Mu Sicheng shifted sideways, his fingers were so strong that he grabbed onto the side wall of the tomb passage directly, and ran past this bride in a flying manner.

As a result, when I turned around, another bride came over, Bai Liu quickly blocked it with a joy stick, and the cover was lifted off.

A completely inverted, smiling, white-faced, red-lipped head with both eyes pressed down looking at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu pushes down on the back of Mu Sicheng's neck and Mu Sicheng jumps off the side wall and scurries through the blind spot of this bride's vision.

Darting all the way to the main hall, those shadows that were talking and laughing all stopped the moment Mu Sicheng ran in with Bai Liu in his pack, and all of them turned their eyes to look over, and the sinister look in their eyes could no longer be hidden.

Out in front of the door stood two welcoming guests with melon-skin hats, bowing and kicking their hands, with fawning faces and eyes smiling like crescent moons, with voices like men and women, sharp as eunuchs: "The guest of honor sends off the guests--!"

Mu Sicheng didn't stop at all, and directly took Bai Liu and scurried out through the front door.

The smirk on their faces disappeared and they snapped, "Guests robbing the bride, uninvited guests! Kill the guest to welcome the guest of honor!"

All the shadows seemed to be waiting for this command, and a mournful, frenzied hissing came chaotically from within the walls, the corners of their mouths splitting into blood-red, hideous arcs, and their eyes curving with smiles and opening extremely wide.

The moment Mu Sicheng ran out the front door, the shadows turned into thin black lines that rushed out with great speed.

Mu Sicheng glanced back, the two faces on his face alternating constantly, and the words he spoke were as schizophrenic as if they were full of malice one moment, and full of caution the next:

"They're catching up, what to do!"

"Die here Bai Liu!"

"That was fast!"

"You can't outrun these prana."

Mu Sicheng ran through the tomb passage, and the large red lanterns hanging on either side of the tomb passage reflected the lines of shadows darting and saving on the walls in a seeping, ominous way, like a mass of red-eyed black snakes writhing and chasing after a man-eater.

"It's true that we can't do anything about these evil spirits in the netherworld." Bai Liu's eyes were calm, "But it's twelve o'clock now, and the yin and yang have met."

"In the yang world, there is neither fire nor light, neither light nor shadow, neither soul nor spirit."

Bai Liu braced himself and leaned forward, holding up the joy stick with quick movements to hook off the lanterns hanging on both sides of the wall, the lantern's candle once extinguished, a stream of green smoke, the red light disappeared, the tomb passage into a darkness.

With the loss of the light source, the prana reflected on the walls was instantly engulfed in darkness, and the hissing voices were left far behind.

Mu Sicheng made a jump out of the wall and out of the tomb passage, and the paper bridge before him, which had been swallowed by darkness, reappeared.

On the bridge, the ghost of the bridge martyr who had jumped off was holding an umbrella, his half-head looking ghostly at Mu Sicheng and the others coming up the bridge, and under the bridge were countless corpses that were rising and falling.

Mu Sicheng leaped onto the bridge abutment with a flying leap, looked fierce, and with a few big jumps at a fast speed, he swung over the side of the martyred bridge ghost.

Bai Liu turned back, the bridge ghost was holding up an umbrella and running fast this way, but Mu Sicheng was moving very fast, while this bridge ghost was not moving as fast as before, and was soon left behind by the running Mu Sicheng, and was eventually trapped on the bridge, looking resentfully at Mu Sicheng as he went away.

"It is now one minute past twelve." Bai Liu turned back to Mu Sicheng, leaned down onto his back and ordered in a very fast tone, "Be back on land by twelve fifteen, the time limit for the meeting of yin and yang is a quarter of an hour, run as fast as you can."

"It's already the fastest!" Mu Sicheng ran so fast that his tongue flew out of his mouth and he was gasping for breath as he spoke, "At this speed, it's safe to go back!"

Mu Sicheng replied back with a ferocious look on his face as he bit down on a goblin that had crawled out of an altar on the side of the tomb passage, flinging his head with such force that his fangs embedded themselves in the goblin's neck.

Bai Liu heard the sound of bones being bitten and cracked, he patted Mu Sicheng's head, "Don't suck the blood of the ghost of the devourer, too much yin qi is not good for you."

"And the blood from a water ghost corpse isn't good either." Bai Liu added.

Mu Sicheng spat out the neck of the devourer, which had been softened by his bite, and pooh-poohed it in disgust, "Shit, you didn't say so earlier, it's watery and fishy!"

"It's you who got off too fast." Bai Liu's eyes narrowed a bit as he looked towards the altars that kept rolling over from the darkened tomb passage and the ghosts of the devils that were twisting their bodies to crawl out of them, "The place where these altars were originally placed is not in this neighborhood, it was in one of the off-centered chambers where I fell down."

"Someone rolled these altars over to give us a hard time."

Mu Sicheng tilts his head and sniffs, crawling forward with his hands, frowning and asking rhetorically, "This smells so messy, who is it?"

Bai Liu slowly raised his eyes, "Of course it's Kong Xuyang Yang Zhi who wants us to lose the match, die in the catacombs, and is now standing at the exit."

The entrance to the tomb.

Kong Xuyang's hand held half a [Yin Yang Road Separation Talisman], flung it around and snorted at Yang Zhi, "Bai Liu actually used the Yin Yang Road Separation Talisman in this kind of place, it's really suicidal."

Yang Zhi not-so-subtly complimented, "That's only used if you've been pushed and broken, right?"

"Then surprisingly Bai Liu himself has already come this far." Kong Xuyang looked towards the trapdoor at the entrance of the tomb, revealing an impish smile, "Wouldn't it be unkind of us to stand by coldly at a time like this and not give him a hand in the snow?"

"That's." Yang Zhi looks to the door, "I remember falling through here and landing in a side chamber full of altars?"

Kong Xuyang nodded, his face unable to hide his dejection, "That's right, that side chamber is full of altar water ghosts, and if you rub one, you can be captured as a double."

"I remember Brother Kong that the first time you played Yinshan Village you used this side chamber to get two players killed and swallowed their property." Yang Zhi recalled, "How did you get it?"

Kong Xuyang rolled his eyes, "You're still a memory type skill, you can't remember anything."

Yang Zhi smiled fawningly and admitted, "Brother Kong you're the professional level trap player, the trap moves you use, in and out of the game, that's so many that even I can't remember them."

Kong Xuyang tilted his neck back and gave an arrogant hmmm, then waved away Yang Zhi, who was standing in front of the trap door, "If you know that, don't get in the way."

"Having used the Yin-Yang Road Separation Charm, as long as you don't return to the Yang world by a quarter to twelve you'll be trapped and die in the Yin world." Yang Zhi looked at the altar under the trapdoor, a malicious yet pleasurable light appearing in his eyes, "--And the altar devils, though not strong, are the toughest ghosts in the Yin Mountain Village, just right for dragging out time."

"Just need a small [Driving talisman]." Kong Xuyang drew out the yellow talisman, penciled in the vermilion sand, made a stroke on it, and stuck it on the trapdoor with his eyes glowing, "They will then drive for me, blocking the people in the tomb from going out."

The yellow talisman pasted on the trapdoor violently bloomed out a burst of red light, and the altar underneath shook and hummed upright under the red light, seeming to be summoned by some kind of feeling as it rolled in a certain direction.

Yang Zhi quips, "Brother Kong your traps are as sinister and vicious as ever."

"No poison, no husband." The smile on Kong Xuyang's face had not yet been forfeited when the trapdoor in front of him suddenly sprang out of a hurricane, kept flipping over, and finally exploded.

Two people seemed to be standing in the dust.

Before Yang Zhi could see who these two people were, a devious ghost with its neck softened by a bite was ferociously slammed into Yang Zhi's and Kong Xuyang's faces, directly slamming these two people into the door and vomiting blood.

The dust gradually subsided, and the two people hidden in it revealed themselves.

Crouching on the ground Mu Sicheng's face was blue and his fangs were stained with blood, he spat out a mouthful of the ghost's blood menacingly and stared at Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang as they drew nearer and nearer.

Bai Liu, who was riding on his knees on Mu Sicheng, had blood stains on the side of his face and shirt, and his face was pale beyond recognition, but he wore the kind of smile on his face that was so friendly that it sent shivers down one's spine.

Bai Liu smiled at Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang, who were choking and coughing on the ground: "Old folks, we meet again."