Chapter 355: Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng stopped fighting back, he was grabbed by the flesh of his neck by this flying " Mu Sicheng ", but it was not the blood that was sucked, it was the soul, Mu Sicheng's face was so painful and hideous that it was almost a shadow, and finally it disappeared completely from the pillar.

The "Mu Sicheng" zombie, having absorbed the soul, swivels his shoulders comfortably and jumps down from the pillar, his expression brutal as he walks towards Bai Liu.

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 is about to open his mouth to bite when his face drops to his knees, his face shifting as if two faces were merging, his body struggling.

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

Mu Sicheng's soul twisted out of his face and replied hoarsely, "Barely ...... can!"

"It's two minutes to twelve, when yin and yang meet and yang pours in, just when the yin is at its weakest." Bai Liu jumped out of bed and calmly recounted, "Now that the paths of yin and yang overlap, we are all strangers and can walk back to the path of yang, which is the best time to escape."

"The only problem is this." Bai Liu turned his head to look at the bride over there, motionless, gazing at Mu Sicheng with her head covered, "Your body is already their husband and one of the owners of this tomb, and with the host and guest fleeing, these shades from the tomb will surely come after you."

"I need you to not completely devour the prana, so that you can maintain your zombie body and partially retain your sanity so that we can fight it off."

Mu Sicheng breathed heavily: "So you let Prana devour me, did you?"

Bai Liu nods his head.

Mu Sicheng, his face grim, his fangs exposed, his sharp-nailed limbs gripping the ground, exhaled two white breaths, "...... I try."

"Then wait until I count one, two ......" Bai Liu paused for a second and looked down at his watch as he got onto one knee and grabbed Mu Sicheng's back, grabbed Mu Sicheng by the shoulders and raised his eyes and ordered, " --Three, run."

Mu Sicheng scurries off like a stray arrow.

The lantern fires in the house behind them were carried out by the wind from Mu Sicheng, causing them to sway for a moment, and when they came back on, all the brides in the house were gone.

Bai Liu kneels on one knee on the back of Mu Sicheng as he scampers around the shadowy chamber on all fours.

Around a corner, a headless bride appeared in front of them and was about to close in on them when Mu Sicheng turned sharply sideways, grabbed the side wall of the tomb with his fingers and ran past the bride with a flying start.

As soon as she turned around, another bride came up to her, and Bai Liu was quick enough to block it with her wedding pole, and the cover was lifted.

A complete reversal, with a playful, white-faced, red-lipped head looking down at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu presses down on the back of Mu Sicheng's neck and Mu Sicheng leaps off the side wall and scurries through this blind spot in the bride's vision by lowering her body.

The shadows who were talking and laughing stopped the moment Mu Sicheng ran in with Bai Liu on his back and rolled their eyes to look over, the sinister look in their eyes no longer concealed.

In front of the door outside stood two welcoming guests in melon caps, bowing and kicking their hands, with flattering smiles and eyes like crescent moons, their voices resembling men and women, sharp as eunuchs: "The guest of honour sends the guest-!"

Mu Sicheng doesn't stop at all and leads Bai Liu straight out of the front door.

The smile on their faces disappeared and they bellowed sternly, "Guest robbing the bride, uninvited guest! Kill the guest to welcome the guest of honour!"

All the shadows seemed to be waiting for just this one command, harsh, wild hissing sounds coming chaotically from within the walls, mouths splitting in blood-red, hideous arcs, eyes bent with laughter and opened wide.

The moment Mu Sicheng ran out of the front door, the shadows turned into thin black lines and sprinted away with great speed.

Mu Sicheng looked back at him, his face alternating between two faces, and his words were as schizophrenic as they were malicious at one time and wary at another.

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

"Die here, Bai Liu!"

"It's fast!"

"You can't outrun these prana."

Mu Sicheng runs through the tomb passage, the large red lanterns hanging on either side of it reflecting the lines of shadows darting across the walls in an ominous manner, like a mass of red-eyed black snakes writhing and chasing after a man to eat.

"It's true that in the underworld we can't do anything with these evil spirits." Bai Liu's eyes flattened, "But it's twelve o'clock, and the yin and yang have met."

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

Bai Liu propped himself up and leaned forward, holding his joystick up in a quick movement to hook the lanterns hanging on either side of the wall from side to side, and as soon as the lantern candles went out, a puff of smoke came out and the red light disappeared, plunging the tomb passage into darkness.

Deprived of a light source, the prana reflected on the walls was instantly swallowed up in darkness, the hissing voices left far behind.

Mu Sicheng leaps out of the wall and out of the tomb, and the paper bridge that had been swallowed up in darkness before him reappears.

On the bridge, the ghost who had jumped was holding an umbrella, his half-head staring ghostly at Mu Sicheng and the others coming up to the bridge, beneath which countless bodies were rising and falling.

Mu Sicheng leapt onto the bridge abutment with a fierce look, and with a few big leaps of speed, swung over the side of the martyred bridge ghost.

Bai Liu turned around and the martyred bridge ghost was running fast with his umbrella, but Mu Sicheng was moving fast while this martyred bridge ghost was not moving as fast as before, and was soon left behind by the flying Mu Sicheng, eventually trapped on the bridge, looking resentfully at Mu Sicheng as he went away.

"It's one minute past twelve." Bai Liu turned back and leaned over Mu Sicheng's back and ordered in a very quick voice, "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."

"As fast as we can!" 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!"

As Mu Sicheng spoke back, his face fierce, he bit down on a ghost that had crawled out of an altar on the side of the tomb, flinging his head with such force that his fangs were embedded in the neck of the ghost.

Bai Liu heard the sound of bones being cracked and he patted Mu Sicheng on the head, "Don't suck the blood of the ghosts, too much Yin is not good for you."

"And the blood of a water ghost corpse is not good either." Bai Liu adds.

Mu Sicheng spat out the neck of the accomplice that he had bitten softly and pooh-poohed in disgust: "Shit, you didn't tell me earlier, it's watery and fishy!"

"You're the one who went down too fast." Bai Liu's eyes narrowed for a moment as he looked over at the altars that kept rolling over from the darkened tomb passage, and the ghosts of ghosts that crawled out of them with twisted bodies, "These altars were not originally placed anywhere near here, they were in a partial chamber where I fell."

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

Mu Sicheng tilts his head and sniffs, crawls forward with his hands, frowns and asks in return, "This smells so messy, who is it?"

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

The entrance to the tomb.

Kong Xuyang was holding half a [Yin-Yang Road Separation Talisman] in his hand and flung it at Yang Zhi with a snicker, " Bai Liu actually used the Yin-Yang Road Separation Talisman in such a place, what a way to get yourself killed."

Yang Zhi complimented him unobtrusively, "That's what you do when you're pushed to the limit."

"Then it is surprising that Bai Liu has come this far himself." Kong Xuyang looked towards the trapdoor at the entrance to the tomb and gave an impish smile, "Wouldn't it be unkind of us to stand by like this and watch indifferently without helping him out in the snow at a time like this?"

"That is." Yang Zhi looked towards the door, "I remember falling through here and landing in a side chamber full of altars?"

Kong Xuyang nodded his head, his face was full of dejection: "Yes, that side chamber is full of altar water ghosts, and if you rub one of them, you can be caught as a double."

"I remember Brother Kong when you first played Yinshan Village you used this side chamber to screw over two players and swallow their possessions." 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 are the professional level trap player, you use so many trap tricks, in and out of the game, that even I can't remember them."

Kong Xuyang tilted his neck back and gave an arrogant hoot before waving away Yang Zhi, who was standing at the door of the trap: "If you know, get out of the way."

"With the Yin-Yang Road Separation Charm, as long as you don't return to the yang world by quarter past twelve, you will be trapped in the netherworld." Yang Zhi looked at the altar beneath the trap door with a malevolent yet delightful light in his eyes, "-and the altar ghost, though not strong, is the most difficult ghost in Yinshan Village, just the thing to stall for time."

"All that is needed is a small [driving charm]." Kong Xuyang drew out the yellow talisman, dotted his pen with vermilion, made a stroke on it and stuck it on the trap door with glowing eyes, "and they will drive it for me, blocking the people in the tomb from getting out."

The yellow talisman was stuck to the trap door and a red light burst out, the altar below shaking and buzzing under the red light, rolling in a certain direction as if it was being summoned by some feeling.

Yang Zhi quipped, " Brother Kong your traps are as sinister and poisonous as ever."

"No poison, no husband." Kong Xuyang's face was still forfeiting the smile when a hurricane of wind suddenly sprang from the trapdoor in front of him, kept flipping and finally exploded.

Two people seem to be standing in the dusty sky.

Before Yang Zhi could see who the two men were, a ghost with a limp neck was smashed viciously into the faces of Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang, sending the two men straight into the door, vomiting blood.

The dust gradually subsided and the two men hidden within revealed their forms.

Mu Sicheng, lying on the ground with his face blue and his fangs stained with blood, spat out a mouthful of blood from the ghosts and stared at Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang as they approached.

Bai Liu, kneeling on Mu Sicheng, has blood stains on the side of his face and shirt, and his face is as pale as can be, but he wears that smile that is so friendly that it makes people shudder.

Bai Liu smiles and looks over at Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang, who are choking and coughing on the ground: "Old folks, we meet again."