Chapter 97 Ninety-Seven
Chapter Summary: 〖"Ahhhhhh—"
I kept falling, experiencing a strong sense of weightlessness.
At once……
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“Ah ...
I kept falling, experiencing a strong sense of weightlessness.
Just when Wei Wuxian thought he was about to be violently smashed to his death on the ground, with a "smack," he was slammed heavily onto a pile of rotting flesh.
The splattered blood and flesh slowed his descent, and he was buried in a sea of corpses.
It's hard to say whether it's good or bad luck; perhaps the Wen family had a habit of dumping corpses here, which is why there's this pile of bodies.
This pile of corpses was merely a means to keep him alive.
However, the internal organs that had been severely injured by the Wen family cultivators back in the town were now directly displaced, and the wounds that had not yet fully healed were completely ruptured, with some new ones even appearing.
puff!
Wei Wuxian coughed up a mouthful of blood. After his rapid breathing calmed down slightly, he tried to sit up, but the pain all over his body tore him apart and he fell down again.
Wei Wuxian took two deep breaths and tried to stand up, supporting himself with his hands on the soft, wet flesh beneath him. He felt a sharp pain in his left calf and knew he had broken it.
The mass grave was eerily gloomy. Wei Wuxian groped around and found a bone stuck to his flesh and blood beside him. Judging by its length, it was a human forearm bone.
But what could he possibly complain about at this point? Wei Wuxian found a few more bones, peeled off the flesh, and tore a strip of cloth from his tattered clothes to roughly fix his lower leg.
The simple act of standing up had exhausted all his strength.
Even in its eerie atmosphere, there was still a light that seemed to come from nowhere, faintly reflecting the tragic state of the mass grave.
Corpses were scattered everywhere, some already turned to bones, some rotten and mangled, and some just dumped there a few days ago.
Everywhere you look, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood; this is no better than hell on earth.
Just looking at it was already horrifying, not to mention the sticky, bloody flesh covering Wei Wuxian's hands and body, and the stench of decay emanating from it.
Many people couldn't help but feel a sour taste rising in their mouths and began to gag. The more timid ones even huddled in the arms of the people next to them, not daring to open their eyes.
Compared to the shock of the five senses, the pain of a broken leg is nothing.
"What kind of place is this?!"
Nie Huaisang gagged a few times, swallowing the nausea, and uttered a sentence that expressed the feelings of everyone present.
Wei Wuxian stood alone atop the pile of corpses, feeling a chill run down his neck.
He realized something, stiffened, and turned around. He saw several rotting corpses slowly sitting up, their bodies in disarray, and crawling towards him.
hiss
Wei Wuxian gasped and instinctively stepped back, but tripped over the uneven pile of corpses and fell down hard, tearing open his wounds once again.
Fresh blood dripped into the gaps between the soil and flesh beneath him, as if a switch had been flipped, and rustling sounds suddenly came from all directions.
By the dim light, Wei Wuxian saw many figures, some standing, some sitting, and some lying down, all heading towards him.
"What the hell is all this?!"
Wei Wuxian cursed under his breath, ignoring his injuries, stumbled to his feet, and turned to run away.
But how could he, covered in wounds, outrun the ferocious corpses drawn by the scent of the living?
After running a few steps, Wei Wuxian felt the footsteps behind him and the hoarse roars from the throats of the fierce corpses gradually approaching.
The increasingly strong stench of blood wafted over, and then a fierce roar came from behind, as a rotting, mangled limb draped over Wei Wuxian's shoulder.
"Get away!"
Wei Wuxian suddenly waved his hand, brushing aside the severed limbs on his shoulder. But this movement slowed him down, and several fierce corpses pounced on him from behind.
He hurriedly pushed away the corpses that lunged at him, and threw everything he could grab at the ferocious zombie as a weapon.
However, he was no longer the boy who wielded a long sword and possessed abundant spiritual power.
At this moment, he was exhausted, covered in wounds, and didn't even have a handy weapon. How could he possibly withstand the attacks of hundreds and thousands of fierce corpses in this mass grave?
More and more ferocious corpses surrounded them, blocking all exits from all directions.
Wei Wuxian desperately dodged the relentless attacks, numbly being torn apart by the rotting corpses, wound after wound, until his flesh was a bloody mess.
Even the simplest wails have been forgotten.
Under the influence of empathy, every part of his body was in excruciating pain; his hair was being torn apart, his exposed skin was being scratched by the ferocious corpse, and his lower leg was severely fractured.
While Wei Wuxian wailed incoherently, howls echoed throughout the space:
"No! Go away! Don't bite me!"
"Aaaaaah, get away from me!"
"Ahhh—"
"I'm dying! Don't bite me!!"
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All the younger generation present had grown up peacefully since childhood, and after cultivating spiritual power, they had never suffered any injuries.
Even for elders, the most terrifying thing they had experienced before, besides the Sunshot Campaign, was the pain of having their elixir removed, which they shared a few incense sticks in advance.
The pain and fear of being besieged by the fierce corpses at this moment were even greater than the pain of having one's core removed.
The group was overwhelmed, gasping for breath, feeling every inch of their skin being torn apart, unsure of what to do with their hands and feet.
As time went on, the feeling of blood draining from the body became more and more obvious.
Every time Wei Wuxian opened his eyes or looked up, it was as if he saw the approach of death.
No one believed that anyone in such a situation would have the will to live, or that anyone could survive and walk out of here on their own.
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