Chapter 42: Demonic living corpse
With one quick slash, the person had been decapitated.
Langtian stared at the fallen body, eyes wide with disbelief.
The severed head lay face-up, half-buried in the dirt. Blood still oozed from the ragged stump of the neck, soaking into the soil. But what disturbed him most... was the expression frozen on the face.
It was a look of utter horror, with eyes bulging, mouth agape, lips twisted mid-scream. And even now, a thin stream of black mist coiled from the corners of his mouth, drifting into the air like smoke from a dying fire.
"Senior Sister..." Langtian whispered, stepping closer with cautious steps. "What... was that thing? It’s not a real living person, isn’t it?"
Yue Ling didn’t answer right away.
She knelt beside the corpse, her face calm but cold. With a swift flick of her twin blades, she rolled the body onto its back and pushed aside the bloodstained robe to expose the man’s chest.
Langtian winced.
Dark burn marks spread across the skin like claw marks. The veins beneath had turned pitch black, swollen like twisted ropes under the flesh. Strangely, the skin wasn’t dried out, but on the contrary, it was slightly swollen, while still retained a faint pink hue.
"As you can see..." Yue Ling said softly, "this is a living demonic corpse. Or rather... was. It’s properly dead now."
"Heavens!"
Langtian knelt beside her, grabbing a broken stick from the ground and carefully prodding the body. the tip of the stick sunk into the skin.