143: Cursed Corpse! Revive!
With the intelligence of the dragon-shaped spiritual medicine, it hadn't even figured out exactly what was happening before it was thrown into the Small Courtyard by Xu Qing.
Thump!
It fell to the ground, and seemingly sensing that something was wrong with its surroundings, it struggled and began to crawl toward the outside of the courtyard.
Xu Qing watched its situation without blinking an eye.
Screams kept coming; the dragon-shaped spiritual medicine was trembling in fear, and a few drops of medicinal liquid were shaken out.
A flash of green shadow streaked by, collecting the few drops of essence medicinal liquid that were about to hit the ground.
Immediately after, Xu Qing picked up the dragon-shaped spiritual medicine and stored it in his internal space.
The courtyard was not large, and Xu Qing's true body, over a hundred meters long, could not enter at all. To avoid his massive body accidentally triggering some Restriction, he transformed into a human form and walked into the Small Courtyard.
Xu Qing used his magic power to conjure a green long robe, then with a shift of his thoughts, a three-foot green blade appeared in his hand.
The blade was sharp, spitting out fierce sword radiance, and a cold chill permeated the air.
"Clang!"
The long sword had a spirit, and a faint sword hum rippled out, seemingly venting the frustration of not having been stained with blood for a long time.
green frost sword!
Possessing a Sharp Weapon, the desire to kill arose naturally.
Xu Qing held the green frost sword and walked straight toward the cottage in front.
The surrounding curse talismans floated, but they did not cause him any harm.
Xu Qing arrived at the cottage on the right and tilted his head to look inside. It was fully equipped with pots, bowls, and ladles, looking like an ordinary farmhouse kitchen.
The one on the left was stacked with some unfinished furniture, crudely made, clearly things crafted by the owner themselves.
The Small Courtyard in the deepest part of the Demon Kings Tomb, why is it the same as a farmer's home?
Xu Qing felt puzzled and turned his head to look at the main house directly in front.
There were some small holes gnawed by insects on the wooden door, and upon getting close to smell it, one could even catch a faint scent of decay.
Xu Qing dared not be careless; the main house before him might hide the greatest secret of the Hundred Beasts Tomb.
There might be some powerful Formation or Restriction.
He inspected it repeatedly, and finally extended his long sword, using the tip to push open the room door.
Creeak—
The wooden door made a teeth-grinding friction sound, a gap appeared, and immediately after, a thick, astonishing stench drifted out from within.
Upon smelling that odor, Xu Qing's expression couldn't help but change.
The smell was truly too thick, as if it were produced by something rotting.
Xu Qing steeled his heart and pushed the door open with force, and a mass of black fog immediately gushed out from the room.
"Whoosh!"
Dazzling firelight lit up, burning away the black fog that could corrode the body of a Great Demon.
A moment later.
The firelight extinguished, the stench lessened significantly, and the scene inside the room was presented before Xu Qing.
Two low stools, one wooden table, two sets of bowls and chopsticks placed on the table, as well as some wine and food.
How many years had passed, yet the wine and food still maintained their original appearance; if one looked closely, one could even see a trace of heat, as if someone had just been sitting here drinking together.
Xu Qing walked into the main house and saw a vermilion coffin placed on one side of the room.
The coffin lid was not closed tightly, there was a tiny gap, and the stench was emanating from it.
Not only that, Xu Qing saw those pitch-black curse runes flowing into the coffin one by one, as if the existence inside the coffin was the object of their curse.
Xu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint green light shining around his body, protecting him from head to toe.
After preparing thoroughly, he slowly stepped forward.
Around the coffin, the curse was thick to the extreme; Xu Qing could see those runes that had condensed into substance even without using his spirit eyes.
They carried boundless baleful Qi, each one drilling into the coffin and disappearing.
Is the corpse of the Demon King inside?
Xu Qing came close, and in a thought, a wisp of strong wind appeared, coiling around his fingertips.
"Go!"
He pressed his fingers together like a sword, pointing at the coffin.
Whoosh.
The strong wind was controlled with extreme precision, existing only within a square inch, never disturbing other things inside the house.
Crack...
A harsh friction sound rang out.
The coffin lid was pushed by the strong wind, opening bit by bit, revealing the existence inside the coffin.
The coffin contained a man's corpse.
A corpse with a ruddy complexion, lifelike.
He lay flat in the coffin, his face like jade, dressed in plain clothes, with a slender build, looking as if he were asleep.
If it weren't for those curse runes all sinking into his body, Xu Qing would have thought he was still alive.
Is this that Demon King of the Upper Three Ranks?
Before Xu Qing could think much more.
A sudden change occurred.
In the coffin, the man who had been dead for who knows how many years suddenly opened his eyes; his eyeballs had no pupils, they were pitch black, and his stiff skin pulled up, revealing a smile devoid of Life Qi.
"Creak..."
The stiff neck slowly turned, and the man smiled and tilted his head to look at Xu Qing beside the coffin.
A corpse rising from the dead?
Xu Qing had seen many evil ghosts and corpse demons, and had killed many as well, so his heart was already calm. Even though the expression of the Male Corpse in the coffin was truly a bit creepy, he remained calm.
As for what to do right now?
Given Xu Qing's personality, it was naturally to strike first.
Thus.
"Clang!"
The long sword rang, and fierce sword radiance burst forth.
Almost the next instant after the corpse in the coffin showed signs of movement, Xu Qing raised his hand, held the long sword high, and slashed down fiercely!
"Clang!"
The long sword slashed at the man's throat, but a sound of metal clashing rang out, and a force of counter-shock swept along the blade.
Xu Qing only felt his hand go numb, and the long sword almost slipped from his grasp.
What tough skin and flesh!
His golden vertical pupil constricted slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed by.
Xu Qing had not held back his strength just now; he had made up his mind to cut off the Male Corpse's head first, but he hadn't expected that even the green frost sword could not pierce the other's skin.
A warning flashed in his heart, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of scorching flames, the surging firelight pouring entirely into the mahogany coffin!
"Boom!"
High heat erupted, enough to melt rock, but everything inside the house remained completely unchanged.
"Squeak... squeak..."
In the blinding firelight, the harsh, grating sound rang out again.
Plop.
A pair of hands rested on the edge of the coffin, and the corpse that had been dead for many years slowly sat up straight. He turned his head to look at Xu Qing, a trace of mockery appearing in his pupil-less eyes.
"A descendant of Nine Changes? No, you are not. His descendants cannot approach here, so that means... you are a helper invited by his descendants."
The pupil-less corpse opened its mouth, the voice as harsh as two stones rubbing together.
'He' seemed to have truly come back to life.
Regarding the Male Corpse's words, Xu Qing seemed not to hear them at all; his expression did not change in the slightest, the firelight grew even stronger, and at the same time, he flicked his finger, and several bolts of lightning descended, slashing horizontally onto the Male Corpse!
"Boom!"
Thunder rumbled, and violent magic power fluctuations rippled out.
Between his eyebrows, the skin split open, and within the flesh, a rich, brilliant golden light lit up; he prepared to use the Mysterious Heaven Divine Light.
This was his most powerful Spell; if it still didn't work, then the only option left was to run away.