White Bone Demon Trail

Chapter 2 The White Bone Demon

"Bang~"

"Shu~"

Before he finished speaking, the sounds of swords clashing rang out simultaneously. Broad horizontal blades crisscrossed, while longswords, gleaming with a cold light, were unpredictable. The two martial arts masters unleashed their power at the same time, slashing without hesitation at the men around them who were still in shock.

"what!"

"Spare my life!"

"Village chief, help!"

……

In just a few breaths, the two martial arts masters reappeared on either side of the man surnamed Duan. Their black armor was stained with blood, making them look like killing gods in the night, their eyes cold as they looked at the old village chief.

"Three...three sirs, what...what are you doing?"

The old village chief, utterly shocked, asked, "Even if you wanted to silence me, there was no need to go to such lengths..."

"Whoosh~"

A flash of silver light appeared, and a silver needle pierced the old village chief's throat. Blood splattered, and he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, clutching his throat as he collapsed.

Only the dead can keep a mouth shut.

The man surnamed Duan walked up to him, took the silver needle back with two fingers, without a trace of blood on it.

"Brother Duan, there's one here who's still breathing. It looks like he'll probably come back to life." The middle-aged man with the sword touched each of the corpses before looking at the unconscious Tian Erzhuang.

"Heh, then let him live. It was Hua Yundao and Mingjinjian who killed them, not us." The man surnamed Duan smirked as he looked at Old Jiang, who was lying on the ground in shock.

"The Bai family's loyal servant, tsk tsk, now that you've found the treasure, keeping it is useless. Come down and join your master." The burly man with the knife beside him understood and raised his sword to attack.

Seeing this, Lao Jiang knew his life was coming to an end, so he closed his eyes and accepted his death.

"Ah~"

A loud, noisy cawing suddenly rang out, startling the four of them, who all turned to look.

But then they saw the dead crow on the ground twist its body and fly up again.

"How is this possible?" the man surnamed Duan exclaimed in astonishment.

The black crow circled in mid-air and slowly landed on the open coffin. A slender hand rose from the coffin and caught the crow.

"ghost……"

At this moment, the three martial arts masters also felt a chill run down their spines, as the bloodstains of more than ten people on the ground were flowing into the coffin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bai Wuxiang, who had been asleep for an unknown period of time, finally opened his eyes. He took the black crow and slowly stood up from the coffin. The pale moon hanging high above his head was covered by dark clouds. A mountain wind suddenly rose, and the black crow cried out in alarm.

Bai Wuxiang raised an arm and examined it. He was originally a disabled person in modern times. He was injured and fell into a coma in a fire and became a vegetable. After sleeping for more than ten years, he suddenly found himself in this skeleton. He also had a memory of the young master of the Bai family in his mind.

He then realized that he was no longer an ordinary person.

However, having been reborn into this skeleton, he has been unable to awaken the evil power sealed within the coffin, and he cannot even control his body.

He could only rely on gathering yin energy to raise a black crow, hoping that it could become a spirit and help him escape his predicament.

Unexpectedly, today, by a twist of fate, a group of treasure thieves broke the seal on the mysterious coffin and freed it.

Bai Wuxiang looked at the three martial arts heroes, a white light flashing in his mouth as if he had swallowed a precious pearl, and then he chuckled softly, "The Corpse-Nourishing Pearl? I had it before, but not anymore."

Having slept in the coffin for years, he naturally knew best the wonders of this bead. The bead had been kept in the mouth of this corpse, and on the day of the full moon, it would release a wisp of evil energy to nourish the body and prevent it from decaying.

Moreover, his own consciousness, or what might be called his soul, had been nurtured and strengthened by this pearl for several years.

"Brother Duan, what... what should we do?" The burly man holding the knife trembled uncontrollably, his face pale as he asked the person beside him.

The man surnamed Duan was no longer as relaxed as before, his face was extremely solemn. "This is most likely a corpse demon or something similar. I once followed a sorcerer to cultivate. This ghost has just escaped its confinement and still needs to absorb human essence and blood to recover. We martial artists have abundant qi and blood, and I have a sorcerer's talisman to suppress evil. You should calm your minds, stay by my side, and hold on until dawn. It will retreat on its own."

"You must not lose your composure, and you must never be afraid or retreat! Otherwise, you will fall victim to their sorcery!"

Upon hearing this, the two felt somewhat at ease. They immediately closed their eyes, focused their minds, and sat on either side of the man surnamed Duan, each reciting various mantras to calm their minds.

At this moment, Old Jiang, who was standing to the side, rubbed his eyes in disbelief and exclaimed, "Young Master! You... are you still alive?"

Bai Wuxiang naturally recognized the person in front of him. This person was the steward of the Bai family and a loyal servant who had followed Master Bai for decades. This body had called him Uncle Jiang before he died.

But he was no longer the young master of the Bai family, and he was now separated from the person in front of him by death, so any further involvement would be pointless.

So he gently blew a breath, and a gust of cold wind swept by. Old Jiang felt a chill on his neck and fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Wuxiang then turned to look at the three martial arts masters, especially the man surnamed Duan who was leaning against the two of them.

What he said was indeed true; he was merely a white bone demon. Even though his intelligence surpassed that of the ignorant mountain spirits and wild monsters due to his unique soul, he was actually pitifully weak. In Bai Wuxiang's eyes, there was a small burning flame on the left and right sides of the shoulders and the top of the foreheads of the three people in front of him, which still gave him a very uncomfortable feeling even from several feet away.

This seems to be what they call someone becoming famous. As the saying goes, people are afraid of ghosts three parts, but ghosts are afraid of people seven parts. At this moment, although Bai Wuxiang is stronger than ordinary ghosts, he is still not as powerful as those vengeful spirits who can injure people out of thin air.

However, he could not simply retreat, because having inherited the memories of the young master of the Bai family, he harbored an indescribable resentment towards the three people in front of him.

He needs to avenge the deceased young master of the Bai family and eliminate his resentment before he can truly possess this skeletal body.

Bai Wuxiang absorbed the blood of the people around him, replenishing his Yin and evil power little by little. His physical body was just an empty shell; if he wanted to walk in a human form, he needed to replenish his blood and energy so that his skeletal body could support this shell.

He glanced at the moonlight in the sky. There was still some time before dawn and sunrise, and he wanted to use this time to kill the three people in front of him!

If one were still human, one would naturally not be so detached from the act of murder.

However, he inherited the memories of the young master of the Bai family and knew that this was a chaotic world where human life was as worthless as grass, and besides, he was a spirit!
The person before me could also be considered an enemy. Killing an enemy naturally carried no burden on my conscience.

Bai Wuxiang raised his arm, and the black crow stiffly twisted its head. He gently blew out a breath of pure Yin energy, and instantly the black crow took flight, rushing towards the three people.

During the journey, the black crows flashed and transformed into dozens or even hundreds of crows that frantically pounced on the three of them, landing on their bodies, shoulders, and arms, and pecking at their bodies incessantly.

The man surnamed Zhao, who was holding the knife, heard crows cawing, and then felt something alive falling all over his body. Then came countless claws and bird beaks pecking and tearing at his clothes.

Even with light armor protecting his vitals, he still felt a burning pain on his face, hands, and neck, making him want to scratch.

The man surnamed Duan spoke up, reminding them, "Don't be distracted, you two. This monster is mostly skilled at bewitching people and using illusions to harm them. If you shut out your five senses and six perceptions, his evil magic will not be able to kill us."

Upon hearing this, the two could only force themselves to suppress their physical discomfort and concentrate on closing their eyes to avoid being affected by external sensations.

Seeing that his demonic magic was not very effective against these people, Bai Wuxiang was not discouraged. He simply activated the Yin energy in his body and enveloped the corpses on the ground.

"Yeah~"

"Hoo~"

Strange noises came, and the corpses on the ground began to move one after another, rushing towards the three of them like zombies, trying to tear them apart and devour them.

But as soon as the corpses approached the three men, a white talisman spontaneously lit up on the man surnamed Duan's body, sweeping away all the yin energy from the corpses and causing them to turn back into corpses and lie back on the ground.

Bai Wuxiang was not angry when he saw that his evil magic had been broken again. After all, the other party had been taught by a master and it was normal for him to have some protective treasures.

He chuckled, retracted the black crow, stood tall on the coffin, and turned to the three of them, saying, "Since you have a master protecting you, I will let you go today."

But with time, I will return!

"Ah..."

A strange cawing sound rang out, and then silence fell over the surroundings.

The chilly atmosphere vanished, and the bright moon rose from the dark clouds, illuminating the mountains and forests.

The man surnamed Zhao couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and after a while, he finally spoke up and asked, "Brother Duan, shouldn't that demon be gone by now?"

"We must not be careless! The monk once warned me that any demon or evil spirit with sentience is by no means benevolent; they are cunning, treacherous, and treacherous. Let us meditate until dawn before making any further plans!"

“Brother Duan is right, let’s play it safe,” the swordsman surnamed Li echoed.

Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Zhao could only agree. He closed his eyes again and concentrated, preparing to wait until dawn.

"Whoo~"

A night breeze blew through the mountains, like someone breathing cool air in his ear, and the man surnamed Zhao couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Tick tock~"

A drop of water fell onto his right hand. It didn't seem like rainwater; it was sticky. He unconsciously ran his finger along it, and it looked just like thick blood!

Thinking of this, he felt a chill in his heart. Wasn't Brother Duan sitting to his right?

Where did the blood come from?

He managed to calm himself down, telling himself it was all an illusion, and trying to stop thinking about it.

But to everyone's surprise, another drop of viscous water dripped onto his right palm, one drop after another, like a needle slowly and steadily piercing through his psychological defenses.

The man surnamed Zhao was a brave and fierce person who wielded a knife, so how could he endure such prolonged torture?

Finally, he couldn't help but turn his head slightly and slowly open his eyes, trying to see what was going on on his right side.

As the darkness before him gradually dissipated, he looked to his right and saw, under the pale moonlight, a hideous and bloody ghost face was crawling on Brother Duan's neck, gnawing at his flesh. Drops of scarlet blood dripped down his shoulder and onto his palm, but the man surnamed Duan remained unmoved, sitting still without feeling a thing.

A chill ran through him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the ghostly face slowly turn and stare at him.

The face on the ghostly face was actually that of the man surnamed Li on the far right, who was now grinning foolishly at him, revealing a row of sharp white teeth.

(End of this chapter)