Chapter 162: Wen Jin
Yang Wen and Yang Wu were struck with horror, and they immediately drew their sabers to charge forward.
But suddenly, both felt a chill sweep across their necks. An icy, hard hand had clamped down on each of their throats, and it felt as if all they could sense was bone.
“No rush... it’ll be your turn soon enough,” the gaunt young man’s raspy, bone-dry voice echoed chillingly.
Yang Wen and Yang Wu were instantly paralyzed. Their mouths were agape, and their eyes were bulging, yet not a single sound could escape their throats.
Boss Yang rolled sharply to the side and managed to shove Shen Liang off of him with sheer brute force. But his own chest bore four bloody holes, from which blood was pouring uncontrollably.
A wave of dread surged within Boss Yang. He had been wearing a soft inner armor, yet even so, this frail scholar, under the influence of some dark curse, had nearly ripped his heart out.
Boss Yang quickly pulled a wine pouch from his belt, crushed it in his hand, and flung its contents. Again, he spilled black dog’s blood, a potent substance for warding off evil.
Shen Liang twisted to the side and bent in an inhuman, contorted motion no normal person could perform to dodge the splash of blood.
Then he lunged to kill!
Boss Yang drew a yellow talisman from his robes and slapped it forward.
Sizzle!
White smoke burst from Shen Liang’s forehead. He screamed in agony while staggering backward several steps and wailing miserably.