My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 848 - 517: Kill Wang Jian (Quadruple Extra)

Accompanied by the hooves of the corpse soldiers, terrifying shouts rolled into the ancestral hall. Dong Gong Ruoshu noticed that everyone on the opposite side held their breath simultaneously.

On their side, they had suddenly approached, indeed resembling the White Lotus Sect...

Dong Gong Ruoshu spoke, "Brother, rest assured, we are not from the White Lotus Sect."

The old man in the lead was stunned and said, "…but we are."

They looked at each other in dismay.

Dong Gong Ruoshu paused for a moment, then instinctively said, "Then you should leave."

Swoosh!

Suddenly, several cold glints rose from the darkness, as if oil lamps were about to be overturned, and in an instant, the silence was greatly broken, with dazzling blades right in front.

Already grasping the hilt of his No杂念 sword, Chen Yi swept a cold gaze at the people inside, while everyone inside looked on fiercely, and the breath of the martial artists twisted the small space's aura into chaos, with killing intent rising.

Point against point.

It seemed a bloody storm was about to occur in this small underground ancestral hall.

Just at this moment, about to erupt.

Another round of hoofbeats shattered the calm before the storm.

"White Lotus Evil People, show yourselves quickly and surrender. With the court's vast power above, you still have a chance for survival!"

The signs of both sides about to act suddenly halted, only because the voice came and went, approaching the ancestral hall from afar.

In the underground space, it became instantly silent; as gazes crossed back and forth, a silent consensus was reached under the delicate situation.

"Here, we haven't searched this area yet."

"Be wary of ambush, let the corpse soldiers go in first."

The conversation wasn't loud nor soft, yet in this pin-drop silent space, it was clearly heard by the martial artists. The group of White Lotus Sect people had long since prepared for the corpse soldiers' search, and they all held their breath, winking at Chen Yi and the others.

Without needing their reminder, Chen Yi quickly pasted a few breath-holding talismans, instantly concealing the breath of the three of them.

Above the underground space, footsteps sounded, the iron armor of the corpse people caressed out a creaking noise; through the stone surface, pale skin and horrifying, decaying flesh could be seen.

The corpse soldiers searched back and forth several times, yet never found any trace of everyone, so the two officers also entered the ancestral hall, probing thoroughly yet still finding no hint.

Everyone in the cellar was as unmoving as sculptures, as if they were the long-dead corpse people.

"Ah, here is a pile of straw!"

"Could there be space inside?"

At this moment, a sharp-eyed officer suddenly noticed the thick straw pressed against a space, went forward to take a look, only to find it completely dark inside, with nothing visible.

As he intended to light a flint to see more clearly,

his companion officer suddenly pulled him back.

"Hey, do you want to die? What if White Lotus Evil People are hiding inside?!"

"...You have a point..." the officer said with lingering fear, "Let the corpse soldiers go in to check."

As these words were spoken, the people in the underground, especially the White Lotus Sect people, tensed up simultaneously. One younger member, inadvertently, let out a breath in panic.

The White Lotus Sect people's hearts leaped to their throats.

From the ground came the rustle of the corpse soldiers raising their heads.

The straw was pushed aside cluster by cluster, and several corpse soldiers slowly entered deeper underground, right in front of everyone; they followed the track of the breath just let out, moving forward in the darkness, their eyes' phosphorus fire illuminating the pale faces of everyone.

Chen Yi's hand was already on his sword, prepared to make a daring breakout should their hideout be discovered and besieged by all sides.

Suddenly, a chilling wind brushed past the collar.

Chen Yi glanced to the side and saw an entirely pale figure appearing before everyone; the corpse woman had relatively intact skin but her face had dead flesh, her cheeks marked with corpse spots, as if she might dissolve into a puddle of blood at any moment.

It was exactly the corpse woman seen in the previous dream.

The corpse woman was wearing deep clothes of the Warring States period, floating like a ghost. She gracefully approached the several corpse soldiers, her lips slightly moving, and softly spoke:

"...Go, leave this place..."

To everyone's amazement, the group of corpse soldiers, as if having heard a superior's order, all at once turned around, orderly withdrawing from the cellar.

No abnormal sound came from the corpse soldiers, and no further reports were made. The officers hesitated, looked at the cellar inexplicably giving rise to goosebumps, exchanged glances, and finally decided to leave.

The friction of armor, along with the sounds of hooves, all departed from the dilapidated ancestral hall.

The people in the cellar collectively breathed a sigh of relief, the straw was uncovered, and the cold bright moonlight shone in; the night wind surged, allowing both sides finally to clearly see each other's faces.

Following the diversionary investigation by the officers and corpse soldiers, the killing intent in the cellar dissipated into invisibility, though the sense of alertness remained.

The people in front were no match for them; Chen Yi judged from the breaths they had emitted earlier, totaling fourteen people in the cellar, three women and eleven men, all of them martial practitioners, with martial arts ranging from Ninth to Fifth Grades, among whom five or six had taken at least three lives, but nothing more.

Dong Gong Ruoshu had discovered this much earlier, as her intuition had told her.

Thus, Chen Yi gave a cold look at the suddenly appearing corpse woman.

This was the corpse woman who had suddenly appeared in a dream to report officials, turning into a pool of blood and leaving, now appearing here in this cellar. Though the timing was critical, it seemed almost too critical.

The woman turned around, her face mingling the beauty of life and the ugliness of death, she bowed gracefully towards Chen Yi.

"City, City God..." the woman's voice was hoarse, intermittent, as if having died a few days, with her spirit slightly lost.