A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

A border town.

The border town, with a population of over ten thousand, became a dead city in a night of slaughter. Subsequently, the more than ten thousand skinned corpses became a feast for those who walked in the darkness.

So there are still more than 10,000 people in the city.

However, these more than 10,000 people are no longer human.

Shu Baimei has never been afraid of ghosts.

Because in her previous life she was one of the Five Monsters. Ghosts and monsters have always been closely linked beings. After her death, she remained a true ghost for a long time, a unique ghost in the world. After being reborn, her pure body made her fearless of so-called ghosts and monsters.

Besides, they're just a bunch of charlatans.

The waiter dared not move, for he knew that if he did, he would surely die.

"We, the Ghost Clan..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

This time, Shu Baimei didn't let him escape again, and directly pierced his heart with her sword.

Waiter:...

He had more to say. He wanted to tell this woman that if she killed him, the consequences would be severe; the ghost clan was not to be trifled with. He also wanted to say things like, "May our friendship endure, and we meet again," and even more so, "You just wait and see, I'll send more people over," or "Or maybe I'll confess everything..."

All thoughts were frozen on that moment of surprise.

"puff"

The corpse lay on the ground, and Shu Baimei reached out and grabbed a piece of human skin, which landed in her hand.

After looking at it, I threw it away with some disgust.

The waiter on the ground lost his human skin and turned into the corpse of a emaciated old man.

Just as the waiter collapsed, the swarms of people in the city suddenly scattered, as if they had lost their leader, wandering around like headless flies or ghosts.

Shu Baimei lightly touched the ground with her toes, reached the edge of the well, and floated down into the well as lightly as a falling leaf.

The cave was very long, and I don't know how long I climbed, when a cold wind blew over.

The old shopkeeper had already stood up straight.

The yellow light from the lanterns made him appear even more sinister.

He slowly lifted the lantern and shone it around.

The suddenly open space, when viewed from this moment, resembled an underground palace or tomb.

In the very center of the underground palace, the enormous coffin emitted a faint glow under the light of the lanterns.

The old shopkeeper hung the lantern on the wall of the underground palace, then turned around, walked to the front of the coffin, knelt down in front of the coffin, bowed several times, and muttered something under his breath.

"squeak"

The abrupt sound echoed clearly throughout the underground palace.

Then a creaking, grinding sound slowly echoed in the gloomy space.

The old shopkeeper became excited and kept kowtowing.

The speed at which he was muttering to himself increased.

As the coffin lid slowly slid open, it suddenly flipped over and landed on the ground, and a person suddenly sat up inside the coffin.

He wore a crown and a python robe, his face was withered, and there was a bit of green hair.

The aura of death instantly filled the entire underground palace.

The old shopkeeper kept kowtowing.

Little White, hiding far away in the cave, was so frightened that it kept shrinking back, but was blocked by the female corpse behind it.

The strong smell of death made the female corpse's eyes suddenly light up.

With the white hat on, I crawled forward.

The little white dog was so frightened that it let out a "squeak" sound.

The old shopkeeper heard it, and so did the corpse of the prince in the python robe; they both looked toward the cave.

The old shopkeeper, in particular, was so frightened that he fell backward onto the ground, staring at Little White and the female corpse that had fallen out of the cave, stammering, "You... how did you get in..."

Little White shrank back, feeling scared, but remained stubborn.

"You brought us here, don't come any closer, I'm not afraid of you!"

The old shopkeeper's face changed, turning deathly pale. He kowtowed before the prince's desiccated corpse, crying, "It's not my fault! It must be them... They're despicable and shameless, they were stalking me..."

Xiao Bai nodded: "We came here by following you."

Suddenly, the mummified prince exhaled a puff of white mist, which, as if it were sentient, drifted into the old shopkeeper's nostrils.

The old shopkeeper was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, covering his throat with both hands.

"No... spare me!"

"not me……"

……

He shouted a few times, and his throat was raw from scratching his own fingernails.

Blood spurted out, but the mummified corpse caught it with its mouth.

It was like fine wine, making it take a deep breath, still wanting more.

The mummified prince's body seemed to have swelled up a bit, and even some skin texture appeared, as if it had regained some vitality.

The old shopkeeper's body had become a mummified corpse.

The moisture was absorbed.

Thump!

"Pfft!"

It looks like something heavy has fallen.

The little mouse fell heavily to the ground, and then the female corpse fell down, landing right on top of it.

The little mouse shrieked and ran far away in disgust.

"noob!"

The female corpse let out a pitiful cry.

The little mouse bared its teeth at the female corpse, clearly furious.

"I told you not to follow me, but you insisted on following me anyway. Now look what happened, we both fell down and got caught. Why am I so unlucky? I'm always being chased and tricked by you!"

Female corpse: "Damn it!"

The little mouse said, "We were waiting for Sister Mei to come over, but you insisted on pushing forward. Not only that, you pushed me out of the way, and now this monster has found me!"

The female corpse: "But... this smell... I like it."

"You like this taste..." The little mouse suddenly turned its head and looked at the mummified king.

Only then did the mummified prince feel valued.

When you're being valued, you have to shout it out.

"Roar--"

He really yelled.

The sound echoed through the underground palace, causing dust to fall from its ceiling. Little White quickly darted into the hole it had just crawled through and hid.

The female corpse turned to look at the mummified prince.

It opened its mouth and suddenly let out a sharp cry.

Suddenly, the voice flew out of his mouth like a sharp arrow, instantly turning into countless arrows in the air, sweeping towards the mummified king.

The mummified prince's face, which had just begun to regain some fullness, was suddenly blown to pieces by the wind.

In an instant, it turned into a shriveled, dried-up corpse.

The crown was blown off.

His python robe was blown to shreds and flew away with a "whoosh," leaving only a withered shell standing in the middle.

Like an old, rusty piece of cured meat, it turned around helplessly.

Two hands, as dry and mushy as cured meat, were about to cover their crotch area.

That place was almost rotten, like a dried-up little worm.

"Clap!"

A shriveled eyeball fell to the ground from its socket.

The mummified king panicked and quickly bent down to pick it up, but was propelled by a sharp sound wave, his eyeballs popped out, and he ran away. The mummified corpse quickly gave chase.

Staggering, battling the sound waves on one side and chasing its own eyeballs on the other, the underground palace was filled with images of mummified corpses chasing eyeballs.

The little white mouse, who had been hiding, suddenly found it very funny.

"Jill—"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The female corpse closed her mouth, and the sound stopped abruptly.

The mummified king retrieved his eyeballs, pressed them back into their sockets, turned to look at the female corpse, bared his teeth at her, and prepared to roar again to reclaim his dignity.

Just as the mouth opened, it was seen that the female corpse's mouth was also about to open.

He immediately shut his mouth.

The female corpse slowly approached the mummified king, stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips.

The mummified prince suddenly had a bad feeling.

I took several steps back before I could stand still.

Mummified Corpse: Why am I panicking? I'm a mummified corpse, the kind with green hair growing on my body.

The female corpse took a step forward, and the mummified corpse took a step back.

The mummified prince exuded a chilling aura.

Xiao Bai's eyes widened with excitement, as if it were a scene from a legend about a spoiled brat forcing a respectable woman!

Could it be...

Little White crawled out of the hole again, covering its face with both hands, its cheeks burning red.

The female corpse took two steps and suddenly reached out her hand.

The mummified prince tried to dodge, but his body seemed to be firmly restrained by a powerful force, unable to move at all. He roared in frustration and shook his head repeatedly.

Weak and helpless!