Chapter 141 Nine Yin Corpse Child
These corpse oils were raw materials that the Ma family had accumulated over decades, which they planned to send to a processing plant to be processed into corpse oil essence for mass production.
But now it has been destroyed in an instant.
Amidst the crisp cracking sound and the gushing of corpse oil, the previously drunken Ma Hongshuo suddenly sobered up.
God knows this isn't a time of war; collecting corpse oil isn't that easy!
"You little bitch ruined my plans!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he roared.
Ma Hongshuo was emotionally agitated, and dense, corpse-like markings appeared on his neck.
He slammed his hand on the sandalwood table, and nine bone knives shot out into the air.
The congealed corpse oil dripped from the blade, instantly corroding the ground and creating honeycomb-like holes.
"Prepare to die!" Ma Hongshuo roared.
The bone knife transformed into nine black rays, arranged in the Big Dipper formation, and attacked Lu Yao.
Lu Yao raised her hand, and a yellowed ancient talisman floated up.
The talisman transformed into a beam of golden light in the air, and the entire auditorium trembled violently the moment it collided with the bone knife.
The shockwave overturned the octagonal table, shattering porcelain plates and wine cups into countless fragments.
Seeing that physical attacks failed, Ma Hongshuo muttered incantations, and the corpse oil on the ground suddenly boiled and rose, coalescing into a giant three zhang tall.
The monster's eye sockets flickered with eerie green flames, and when its rotting giant hand slammed down, the beams and pillars snapped in response.
Lu Yao rose into the air.
The peach wood sword drew a mysterious arc, cleaving the giant of corpse oil in half.
Black poisonous mist gushed out from the cut surface, but made a sizzling sound when it touched the sword's edge.
In an instant, black mist filled the sky, and everyone lost their sight.
"jingle--"
Suddenly, a piercing sound of a copper bell rang out.
As the black mist dissipated, Ma Hongshuo was seen frantically shaking his ancestral corpse-driving bell, and a loud crash of breaking chains came from the direction of the ancestral hall.
Dozens of corpse puppets burst from the ground.
These corpse puppets have all been soaked in corpse oil, greatly increasing their ferocity and carrying corpse poison; anyone who touches them will suffer rotting flesh.
Lu Yao bit her fingertip, and the blood droplets that spilled out condensed into golden light in the air, forming a barrier to block the tide of corpses.
The peach wood sword suddenly shone as brightly as the sun, and wherever the sword light swept, the corpse puppets were reduced to ashes.
Lu Yao laughed loudly, "Bring on whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."
Ma Hongshuo's face turned pale; now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to resort to his trump card.
He drew his knife and slashed his palm, blood flowing freely, as he hissed, "With blood as the guide, the Nine Yin return to its rightful place!"
Suddenly, the west wall of the auditorium exploded, and amidst the flying bricks and stones, a stench a hundred times more foul than corpse oil gushed out.
Yan Lingxuan's expression suddenly changed, and she unconsciously took a half step back: "The Ma family's last trump card... the Nine Yin Corpse Child!"
Amidst the smoke and dust, a three-foot-tall figure slowly crawled out.
The corpse child's skin was an eerie bluish-white, and with each step it took, frost formed on the ground.
Ma Hongshuo stretched out his hand, "Kill them!"
The corpse child slowly raised its head.
Where there should have been eyes, there were only two black holes, but suddenly eerie green flames lit up inside.
It opened its mouth, but instead of a child's voice, it emitted a shrill cry from nine overlapping voices: "Father..."
The entire auditorium began to shake violently, and thick icicles formed on the beams and pillars.
Yan Lingxuan suddenly noticed that her eyelashes were covered in frost, and her breath condensed into ice crystals in the air.
Even more terrifying, all the Gu worms in her body had fallen into a state of limbo, a suppression caused by absolute Yin energy.
Lu Yao's peach wood sword suddenly emitted a piercing buzzing sound, and the runes on the sword body lit up one by one.
She thrust her sword into the ground with her other hand, and a golden barrier instantly unfolded, temporarily isolating the approaching yin energy.
However, the surface of the barrier was covered with ice cracks at a visible speed, and it obviously couldn't hold for long.
"I see……"
Lu Yao stared at the eight characters embroidered on the corpse child's clothes, "The Ma family even practices on their own children?"
In terms of seniority, this Nine Yin Corpse Child is Ma Hongshuo's great-aunt.
He was transformed into the Nine Yin Corpse Child by his grandfather's father's generation.
Ma Hongshuo laughed maniacally, his mouth splitting open to his ears: "It is her good fortune to be able to help the family achieve the Great Dao!"
It obeys its creator's commands completely, feeling no pain or fear. Its destructive power is immense.
Lu Yao sneered. "She hates your Ma family to the core, how could she willingly obey your orders?"
The instant Lu Yao closed her eyes, countless images flooded into her consciousness—
During the rainy season, the old Ma family house was filled with the cries of a newborn baby coming from the delivery room.
The midwife, trembling, carried out a baby girl: "Sir, it's a daughter..."
"Excellent!" The young Master Ma clapped his hands and laughed. "I've wanted a daughter for a long time!"
He always said that he would be the happiest man in the world because he had two women who loved him.
He personally tied a longevity lock around his daughter's neck, saying, "Daddy's little princess..."
In the blink of an eye, the golden bell was replaced with a hemp rope soaked in corpse oil.
Inside the ancestral hall, the clan chief's withered, claw-like hands clutched her birth chart: "Pure Yin constitution! Heaven blesses the Ma family!"
The Ma family, who had longed for the Nine Yin Corpse Child for a hundred years, finally had the best vessel.
If she can be refined, the Ma family will enjoy a century of peace, wealth, and prosperity.
The father, who usually claimed to love his daughter the most, sacrificed her without the slightest hesitation.
The candlelight cast everyone's shadows on the wall, making them look like a group of menacing demons.
"Father..." The three-year-old girl was chained to the altar, the longevity lock long since turned into a black, dull lump of iron. "I'm scared..."
Master Ma patted his daughter's head one last time, "My dear, you died for the family, and you died a worthy death."
Lu Yao suddenly opened her eyes, and the peach wood sword hummed incessantly.
In the empty eye sockets of the Corpse Child, the eerie green will-o'-the-wisps suddenly turned red; red is the color of anger.
"Do you see that?" Lu Yao pointed her sword directly at Ma Hongshuo. "Every drop of her blood is filled with hatred for you. Do you think you can control her by refining her? The Ma family owes her a debt that needs to be repaid."
A golden talisman flew into the Corpse Child's heart like a butterfly, saying, "Go, let Heaven give you justice."
Ma Hongshuo frantically shook the corpse-driving bell, but the copper bell snapped in two with a "crack".
The wailing of the corpse child shook the beams and pillars, causing dust to fall. A chilling wind swept in, rushing towards the unfilial descendant.
He staggered backward, his shoes getting sticky with the corpse oil he had just spilled, and he slipped and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, Ma Hongshuo's skin glowed with a waxy sheen, and his fingertips were the first to turn into sticky liquid and drip down, etching fine pits into the bluestone ground.
“No…” His voice suddenly stopped.
The jaw fell off, revealing the melted root of the tongue.
His face was distorted like a wax figure.
The left eye slid down to the cheekbone, while the right eye turned into a stream of turbid tears.
Her legs had turned into a gel-like substance, yet they were still twitching.
The head was the last to disappear.
The top of his head collapsed, and a few strands of white hair swirled in the corpse oil before being swallowed by the floor.
"No...I am the head of the family...the century-old foundation of the Ma family...cannot be ruined in my hands..."
His hoarse voice gradually faded away.
All that remained on the ground was a pool of melted mud and a bronze patriarchal seal.
Lu Yao unleashed her final sword strike.
Where the sword energy swept, the corpse oil evaporated and the resentment dissipated.
The corpse child's body gradually became transparent, eventually turning into specks of fireflies.
With the dust settled, Lu Yao sheathed her peach wood sword and looked at Yan Lingxuan: "It's alright now."
The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the dilapidated roof, bathing the ravaged auditorium in a golden glow.
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