A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 907 - 893: Female Corpse

A day passed.

The group gained nothing.

However, the digging speed was considerably faster compared to before. After all, everyone was a martial artist, and with greater numbers, they controlled the pace better, definitely digging faster than villagers.

Afterward, the villagers dug until dusk, hurriedly returning to the village, and the group followed suit.

Strangely enough.

It seemed that once outside the ancestral hall and cemetery, these villagers became invisible again. Even if they could be seen, they appeared to be just villagers. The group couldn't understand the situation.

By midnight.

More people went missing.

This time, eight people disappeared.

Now, not only were the villagers panicking, but even the martial artists staying in the village started to feel anxious. They thought of a serious issue: having participated in the cemetery's excavation, if all the villagers disappeared, would they be the next?

Quickly.

At midnight, several big shots among the martial artists convened an emergency meeting. They were leaders of a few small forces, which together composed most of the martial artists in the village.

Hence, by joining forces, they held absolute authority.

The freelancers, naturally, did not want to fight alone.

In the current situation, strength in numbers was crucial; separating posed an even greater threat.

"Proceeding this way, surely we are waiting for death, we must stop dawdling. Tomorrow, we will increase our speed, directly uncover those tombstones, and cross the cemetery to the mountain," said a one-eyed brute.

Baiyu knew him.

This individual was a Level Two student of the holy Purple Crystal School, seemingly the president of an active club, wielding considerable influence, surrounded by loyal followers.

As he spoke.

The other small force leaders showed no objection, having spent too much time here; others might have gained significant progress in the Blessed Land. In such circumstances, time is life.

The villagers searched all night, yet couldn't find the missing individuals.

Under these circumstances.

The remaining villagers appeared numb, returning home to sleep after fruitless searching. Fear and panic had gradually vanished from their faces. Early the next morning, this group arose, directly hoisting hoes, heading towards the cemetery.

The village chief led the charge.

Martial artists also soon followed, planning to conclude this eerie situation today. As the group entered the cemetery, they quickly dug without delay, accelerating the progress of excavation.

The group ventured deeper, soon seeing the path out of the cemetery, a stone path leading from the cemetery's rear gate, stretching to the star-like mountain palaces, unblocked once crossing the cemetery!

The group was filled with vigor.

Yet.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Dong dong dong.

The village chief suddenly rang a small brass bell in his hand, gathering all villagers and cultivators.

The village chief pointed to the ground beside him.

His meaning.

Was unmistakable.

In the excavated grave lay a wooden coffin, its lacquer peeling, emanating a decayed smell, with insects crawling in and out of the coffin's holes.

"This is it. The previous village chief told me this crazy woman was buried in a coffin like this."

The village chief took a deep breath.

Villagers' eyes showed both fear and joy; this coffin was what they had tirelessly searched for. Of course, if not for the martial artist army's involvement, with these villagers' pace, even if everyone disappeared, they'd never have dug this far.

Now the object was unearthed.

The martial artists weren't fools, sensing the dense yin energy from the coffin, like flowing water, impossible to disperse.

Even the surrounding air began chilling, as if the yin energy had substance, piercing into flesh, forcing the group to use Blood Qi for resistance.

As for opening the coffin.

No one would rashly volunteer.

Luckily, these villagers were already at their wits' end, seeming to harbor overwhelming hatred towards the coffin; immediately, some tried to open the coffin and dispose of the corpse inside.

The village chief did not stop them.

But he believed the coffin should be moved back to the village for handling, and villagers dared not defy the chief's words.

Quickly.

Several sturdy villagers started carrying the coffin, collectively heading out of the cemetery. Soon, the coffin reached the village's ancestral hall, where the villagers couldn't hold back anymore, setting up a towering bonfire.

The flames burned vigorously.

Crackling and sparking incessantly.

The villagers broke the coffin lid, revealing a female corpse inside. Despite the coffin's decay, miraculously, the corpse remained extremely well-preserved, her face even rosy, like a sleeping woman.

Everyone witnessing this furrowed their brows.

They had experienced much turbulence; reaching here meant considerable cultivation.

They'd seen many dead bodies.

Various bizarre deaths, numerous ugly corpses, familiar sights to them, not scared by mere remains.

But this corpse, perfectly preserved, wrapped in dense yin energy, was truly perplexing.

The villagers, seemingly unfazed, soon attempted to move the female corpse to the fire's flames.

However.

As they tried lifting the corpse, those holding head and foot immediately collapsed to the ground, as if carrying a thousand-pound weight. Two grown men unable to lift a simple corpse, utterly unreasonable.

The village chief frowned, gloomy, assigning another two.

The result was unchanged.

Essentially incapable of lifting the corpse from the coffin.

At this point, the group sensed something wrong; the village chief, gritting his teeth, ordered four to lift, yet the corpse remained motionless.

Previously, it budged slightly.

Now didn't move at all.

Over ten remaining villagers tried one by one, yet nobody could lift the coffin; each exhausted, sweating profusely.

They considered moving the entire coffin onto the bonfire to burn.

But a stranger event unfolded; the coffin seemed rooted to the ground, immovable even with crowbars.

The village chief's face turned grim.

If unable to incinerate the crazy woman's corpse, tonight more would disappear, and those previously missing wouldn't return.

Shortly after.

The village chief's gaze shifted to the martial artists.