40: Chapter 40 The Mummified Corpse Speaks, Gu Han's Life and Death Are in Crisis

"Interesting, to think a mouse has actually broken in here."

The dried corpse suddenly spoke, though the voice was so horrifying that it made one's hair stand on end.

One could see the dried corpse suspended in mid-air, its hollow eye sockets staring straight at Gu Han.

"Senior, please forgive me. This Junior did not mean to offend."

Gu Han cupped his hands in a salute, but his feet quietly moved backward, ready to flee at any moment.

The dried corpse suddenly emitted a hair-raising laugh.

"Nine Hells True Qi?"

"Unexpected. To think there is still someone in this world who Cultivates this ghostly Cultivation Technique, and has even succeeded."

"Kid, what relation are you to the Nine Hells Daoist?"

Gu Han's pupils constricted, and a stormy sea churned in his heart.

This dried corpse had seen through the origin of his Cultivation Technique at a single glance.

"Nine Hells Daoist?"

Gu Han had never heard of this person at all.

Even among the experts in history, there was no description of such a person.

Gu Han's heart shook violently, and his hand gripping his blade tightened slightly.

Two points of scarlet light suddenly ignited in the dried corpse's hollow eye sockets, and its hoarse voice sounded like a rusted blade scraping bone.

"It seems you are not his successor."

"Kid, become my blood bag!"

"Blood bag?"

Gu Han's entire body tensed, and his Nine Hells True Qi surged through his Meridians like a Dragon.

"I'm afraid you've found the wrong person!"

By now, Gu Han had guessed that the dried corpse before him was not a good person at all.

Perhaps it was some bigwig from the Blood God Cult.

The Blood God Cult making such a big fuss in the prison was likely for this very person.

What Gu Han did not know was that he had already guessed half of it correctly.

The dried corpse suddenly laughed wildly, the chains clattering.

"A mere Primordial Core Realm, yet you dare to act presumptuously before this Seat?"

"Do you really think this Zhenwu Guard uniform of yours can protect you?"

"You and your blade are so ridiculous before this Seat."

"Heh heh..."

Gu Han stared fixedly at the dried corpse, his brows furrowed into a line.

This dried corpse had actually seen through his Realm at a glance.

"Three hundred years..."

The dried corpse's voice was chilly.

"The Sacred Cult's plan is finally about to succeed."

"Kid, is the outside already in complete chaos?"

"You kid are actually a talent, to be able to find this place within the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array."

"It's a pity, this Seat just loves to slaughter Geniuses."

Gu Han's heart shook violently.

Three hundred years?

This dried corpse had been locked up for three hundred years?

"Kid, do you know what place this is?"

The dried corpse asked suddenly with interest.

Clearly, it already believed that Gu Han could not escape its capture.

Coupled with so many years of loneliness and no one to talk to, it wanted to toy with Gu Han at this moment.

Gu Han gripped his blade tightly and retreated half a step vigilantly.

"The third level of the prison?"

"The third level of the prison?"

The dried corpse emitted a harsh laugh, and the chains clattered.

"Right, and yet not quite."

"This is indeed the third level of the prison, but it is also the eye of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array."

"And this Seat is the Array Spirit of this Blood Sacrifice Grand Array."

Upon hearing this, Gu Han gasped.

The dignified Zhenwu Division prison had actually been infiltrated by the Blood God Cult until it was full of holes.

People had created such a commotion right under their noses, and the Zhenwu Division only knew about it now.

It seems the Blood God Cult's plan was extremely covert!

Clearly, a mere Zhou Hong could not support such a project; there must be other bigwigs supporting it from the shadows.

"Array Spirit?"

Gu Han's hand gripping the blade trembled slightly, and only by having his Nine Hells True Qi circulate wildly within his body could it bring him a shred of security.

The pressure radiating from the dried corpse was like a mountain, pressing down on him so he couldn't breathe.

The dried corpse suddenly erupted, the five chains clattering, and its stick-thin arm suddenly elongated, aiming straight for Gu Han's throat.

"Bang."

Gu Han hurriedly raised his blade to block; the blade collided with the dried corpse's sharp claws, and sparks flew.

A massive force came through, and he flew backward, slamming heavily into the stone wall.

"Pfft."

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Gu Han felt as if his internal organs had been displaced.

This casual strike from the dried corpse had at least the strength of the Heavenly Human Realm.

"Heh heh heh..."

The dried corpse retracted its arm with a weird laugh.

"Kid, you're quite tough."

"None of the people sent in before could withstand a single strike from me."

"You are the only one."

"Not bad, not bad."

"This Seat has not made a move in several hundred years."

"Today, you must accompany me to practice."

"Otherwise, having been rusty for too long, I fear I would be laughed at by that group of old fellows when I get out."

The dried corpse's sharp claws attacked again, and Gu Han endured the intense pain to roll and dodge.

Five claw marks an inch deep instantly appeared on the stone wall, and gravel splattered.

"Little mouse, you run fast."

The dried corpse laughed weirdly.

"It's a pity that you have only Cultivated this Nine Hells True Qi to the first layer; it doesn't even compare to the fur of what the Nine Hells Daoist had back then."

Gu Han's heart shook.

The "Nine Hells Demon Suppressing Art" he Cultivated was obtained from an Incomplete Manual in a corner of the Zhenwu Division's library; he had never heard of any nine-layer Realm.

Furthermore, the old man at the Cultivation Technique Pavilion had also said this was an imagined Cultivation Technique.

Who exactly was lying?

However, looking at the dried corpse's appearance, it didn't seem fake.

From the dried corpse's tone, one could judge.

This dried corpse had definitely fought with the creator of the Cultivation Technique.

"Since Senior recognizes this Cultivation Technique, why not offer some pointers?"

"Let this Junior have no doubts before I die."

Gu Han deliberately lowered his posture, secretly circulating his True Qi to heal his injuries.

"Heh heh..."

"Want to pry words out of this Seat?"

"You are still too green."

The dried corpse suddenly erupted, and the five chains instantly went taut.

"Once I suck you into a dried corpse, I will naturally tell you."

As the words fell, the dried corpse attacked again.

Gu Han's eyes narrowed sharply, and his breath hitched.

The dried corpse's speed was several times faster than before; before the withered claws arrived, a fishy wind had already struck his face.

"Demon Suppressing Slash!"

Gu Han slashed out with all his might, the blade glowing with a ghostly blue light.

This slash contained all his True Qi; this was already one of the strongest strikes Gu Han could unleash, and an ordinary Divine Intent Realm expert might not even dare to take it.

"Bang!"

The blade and claws collided, and a wave of Qi exploded.

The web between Gu Han's thumb and forefinger split, and his blade flew out of his hand.

The dried corpse's sharp claws also had three fingers severed, and black blood dripped down.

"Little Beast!"

The dried corpse was furious, the chains shaking violently.

"How dare you injure this Seat!"

Gu Han took the opportunity to pick up his blade, only to find the blade was already covered in cracks.

His heart was appalled; this dried corpse had been imprisoned for three hundred years, yet its Physical Body was still so formidable.

"To be able to injure this Seat, you have enough to be proud of."

The dried corpse suddenly calmed down, and black blood squirmed at the severed fingers, actually slowly growing new fingers.

"However, the game should end now."

The five chains suddenly emitted a blinding blood-red light, and the dried corpse's body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Muscles bulged beneath the withered skin, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed from a shriveled old man into a giant over two meters tall.

"Three hundred years..."

The dried corpse, now it should be called a giant, twisted its neck, emitting a cracking sound.

"Finally able to stretch my muscles and bones."

"Having played the part for so many years, it is time to recover."

Cold sweat seeped from Gu Han's forehead.

This monster had actually been hiding its strength all along.

"Kid, do you know why the Blood God Cult had to spend three hundred years setting up this trap?"

The giant grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

"Did you think it was just to save those useless demons?"

"Just to cause a scene in the capital?"

"To disgust the Great Chu Imperial Family?"

Gu Han's heart went cold.

Could there be an even bigger conspiracy?

"It doesn't matter if I tell you."

"Anyway, you are about to die."

The giant seemed to enjoy Gu Han's shocked expression.