At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing was like a pitiful wretch possessed by a ghost in a horror movie, his body undergoing anti-human, shocking contortions under the possession of the vengeful spirit.
His head twisted backward, his eyeballs sinking so he could see his shoulder blades.
The joints of his hands and feet were also twisted 180 degrees, so all his limbs were reversed, except for the trunk that remained unchanged.
If it were any other profession besides a Wood Wanderer or a Water Ghost, encountering such exaggerated injuries would likely have been fatal.
The Night Wanderer's powerful vitality and self-healing abilities kept him from dying on the spot. "Hee hee, so fun, so fun…"
A crisp, childish voice came from Zhang Yuanqing's body.
The next second, Zhang Yuanqing's upper body slowly leaned backward, his feet straight and heels stationary, his waist bending little by little, like a drawn bow.
His ribs protruded one by one, and his spine emitted a moan on the verge of breaking.
No, this won't do... Zhang Yuanqing thought with a start.
If his spine broke, the level 3 Night Wanderer's healing ability would absolutely be unable to restore it in a short time. He would lose the ability to cope with the crisis in the dungeon, and he would surely die.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the scene when he first used the Ghost Bride. His limbs were cold and numb, unable to exert strength, and his body was not controlled by his brain.
As his waist continued to bend, Zhang Yuanqing felt a slight pain in his cervical spine. In his current state of lacking perception of his body, the fact that he could still feel slight pain indicated that his spine had begun to fracture.
Zhang Yuanqing burst out with the last of his strength, and a dark, viscous power surged from the depths of his eyes, filling his sockets.
Soul Devour!
Soul Devour was the nemesis of all spiritual entities, a divine skill that allowed Night Wanderers to dominate the spiritual realm. Even if there was a huge difference in strength between the two sides, it could still temporarily suppress and influence the wraith.
"Ah~" A slightly frightened whimper came from inside his body.
Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing felt the chill inside his body weaken slightly, and his brain's control over his fleshly body was somewhat restored.
At this time, he clearly felt the severe pain coming from his waist, a breath-catching pain.
Ignoring the injury, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity and roared to the sky.
A brilliant, clear moonlight broke through the clouds, shining on Zhang Yuanqing like a searchlight.
Moon Howl!
Moon Howl was the Night Wanderer's unparalleled skill. It could only be used at night, borrowing power from the Taiyin to greatly enhance the Night Wanderer's stamina and skills, making it a life-risking divine skill.
But the price was that the Night Wanderer would enter a state of exhaustion for the next three hours. Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing rarely used this skill.
His aura suddenly surged, and the skill "Soul Devour" was also slightly enhanced, further suppressing the ghost doll inside his body.
In an instant, Zhang Yuanqing regained 50% of the dominance over his body. He straightened his back with a snap, his twisted right arm returned to its original position, and he grabbed a Yin-Yang magic robe out of thin air, along with a pair of yellow silk-woven boots embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns.
He wanted to use the Yin-Yang magic robe to resolve the ghost doll's killing rules.
Zhang Yuanqing raised his right foot and stepped into the Houtu boot, but when he wanted to move his left foot, he discovered to his dismay that control of this foot was still in the hands of the ghost doll.
"Hmph, you bad person, you don't want to play games with me, I'm going to kill you~"
The ghost doll seemed to have sensed his response, and its innocent voice revealed a hint of coldness. Immediately afterward, the suppressed Yin energy surged back, instantly taking control of the body.
Snap! His right arm was twisted again, and his waist leaned backward once more. This time, the bending was faster and more violent, as if trying to break his cervical spine directly.
At that moment, Undead No. 1, who had twisted the old man's head, rushed over and kicked Zhang Yuanqing's right leg, knocking him to the ground and averting the fate of his cervical spine being broken.
Then, Undead No. 1 lightly swept his leg and kicked the other Houtu boot toward the main body's left foot.
The Houtu boot made contact with his foot and put itself on. Finally, Undead No. 1 grabbed the Yin-Yang magic robe that had fallen on the ground and shook it toward the sky.
Whoosh!
The magic robe unfolded, and the Taiji fish on the back appeared, rotating like a millstone. The Yang fish ground out scorching flames, and the Yin fish sprinkled illusory water.
The Water-Fire Grand Formation covered a radius of thirty meters.
Zhang Yuanqing's main body disappeared, replaced by two terracotta figures rising from the ground.
They had hard bodies, but their joints were incredibly flexible, similar to terracotta warriors, with facial features identical to Zhang Yuanqing.
The terracotta figure standing in the flames looked around and said:
"In, ter, esting... This body is, not, bad... But, I feel, strange... Can't, say... Where, strange..."
The terracotta figure stepping on illusory water said:
"Why, do, I, feel, that, you've, become, even, dumber...?"
And Undead No. 1 (Zhang Yuanqing), standing on the dividing line between water and fire, frowned as he looked at his two avatars.
Are these two guys me? Why do they seem like morons...
The Water-Fire avatars had no expression to begin with, and they spoke haltingly, like mentally retarded idiots.
Oh, it's because my soul has been divided into too many parts... Zhang Yuanqing immediately understood. It wasn't that the Water-Fire avatars were weak-minded, but that they had been given too little of his soul.
Half of his soul was in the main body, and half was in the corpse. After using the Yin-Yang magic robe, the Water-Fire avatars each received half of that one-half of the soul.
That's why they seemed so wooden.
At this moment, that small shadow, darker than darkness itself, ignored the scorching flames and the rushing water, quickly darted toward Undead No. 1, and let out a childish giggle. "Let's play a game~"
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing didn't delay any longer. Before the small shadow could possess Undead No. 1,
He had the two avatars and the Yin corpse stand in a triangular formation.
"You clap one, I clap one, play games before dark..." Amid the "Peng Peng" clapping of the terracotta figures, the interrupted game continued.
The ghost doll "wandered" around the three, hovering around them, complaining, crying, and trying to possess them several times, but each time it failed.
Zhang Yuanqing also felt bad. The formation of the Yin-Yang magic robe lasted for fifteen minutes. If he exceeded this time, he would never be able to return to human form.
Therefore, if the ghost doll didn't leave within fifteen minutes, he would have to use the Demon Subduing Pestle.
At that time, everything would slide into an uncontrollable abyss.
Time passed like water, and finally, at the ten-minute mark, the ghost doll "stomped its feet."
Saying:
"How annoying, none of you want to play with me, I'll come find you again tomorrow~"
Then, the small figure quickly disappeared into the deep darkness, completely fading away.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately canceled the formation and returned to human form, lying on the ground in a star shape, gasping for breath.
Undead No. 1 stood guard beside him.
"Thank goodness, when the old man turned into a corpse, it was already almost the first watch of the night, otherwise it would have really been dangerous this time. Damn it, this dungeon is no safer than Yin-Yang Town."
He lay in the dense darkness for nearly ten minutes before struggling to sit up.
The fractured cervical bones, leg bones, and arm bones had been repaired quite well, but only enough for normal movement, not strenuous exercise.
Zhang Yuanqing's physical condition was very bad, partly due to his injuries and partly due to the aftereffects of using Moon Howl.
But fortunately, the Yin energy here was extremely strong, and it was night, making it a feng shui treasure land for nourishing Night Wanderers, greatly shortening the recovery time.
The night was deep, as black as ink. The mountain village was silent.
Zhang Yuanqing sat in the pitch-black darkness, with the Yin corpse acting as his guard, and the severed-headed old man not far away.
In such a depressing environment, he felt no fear at all, but rather like a fish in water, feeling particularly comfortable.
"If I remember correctly, there is an hour between the first and second watch of the night, which is two hours. I am safe for two hours."
《The Almighty Soldier King of the Female President》
"Paper dolls will appear in the second watch of the night. According to normal logic, the danger level should increase with time. The ghost doll in the first watch was already so terrifying, what about the paper dolls in the second watch?"
"The strangeness of the third watch is still unknown. Then, the old man has turned into a Yin corpse, and the other villagers must be the same. I can't get any intelligence."
In order to verify his guess, he summoned Little Doubi and urged the infant spirit to crawl toward the rammed earth house not far away.
Little Doubi passed through the wall and entered the house.
Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness entered the infant spirit, and his gaze pierced through the darkness, scrutinizing the scene inside the house. There were two Yin corpses in the house, a man and a woman, presumably a couple.
Their eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and sticky saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths. They just stood there blankly in the house.
"They don't seem to have the characteristic of actively attacking people, at least not on the premise of entering the house. These villagers won't actively attack people..."
Zhang Yuanqing made a judgment in his mind.
These villagers are normal people during the day, but at night, when Yin energy surrounds the mountain village, they will turn into Yin corpses.
Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but recall what the old man said when he turned into a corpse: Everyone will be dead by the fourth watch of the night!
Being able to turn the entire village of living people into Yin corpses must have been done by that princess. I was wrong, she's not ferocious, she's super ferocious. Can a Transcendence Realm really handle this kind of boss?
Zhang Yuanqing felt something was not right.
The difficulty of this dungeon has already exceeded the scope of A-level. This is clearly S-level, no, even S-level may not be so terrifying.
"What am I thinking? Anyway, there is the Demon Lord's experience to refer to. The senior's wool is not wasted."
Zhang Yuanqing took out the Cat King speaker from his pocket, placed it in front of him, patted the black metal casing, and asked:
"How do I pass the next level with the paper dolls?"
This time, the Cat King speaker was very cooperative, and a "buzzing" electrical sound came from the speaker. A few seconds later, a shrill, terrified scream came: "Run, run quickly~"
This sound was full of fear, trembling, and echoed in the dark night, bringing a chilling chill.
ps: Correct the typos first, then update. Continue to code the next chapter, see you tomorrow morning.