Chapter 57: 057 Corrupt Corpses, Vengeful Ghosts (Part Four)

Zhao Xingyue could clearly see the man's face, about twenty years old, skin dark, features somewhat ugly. At this moment his eyes stared straight at her, his gaze constantly moving between her face and body.

Immediately another head also appeared on the wall, its facial features similar to the first, clearly brothers.

Then the two bodies also appeared on the wall; they flipped over the wall and entered the room.

"Good, good, good…" The man's younger brother looked even uglier than the elder, facial features crooked, eyes bulging outward. At this moment he stared straight at Zhao Xingyue; she could see saliva dripping from his mouth corner and some very obvious physiological reaction.

"So beautiful…" The man's younger brother stammered, then turned his head toward his own brother, a dumbfounded smile on his face:

"Hehe, brother, brother… I think, I want her to be my wife, to be mine…"

"Get away!!" But before the younger brother could finish, the elder brother violently pushed him to the ground. Then the man took big strides toward Zhao Xingyue.

His eyes bore an unabashed desire for Zhao Xingyue, his pupils reddened.

But before the man could take a few steps forward, his feet were suddenly seized by the younger brother on the ground, causing him to lose balance and fall.

"She is, she is my wife! My wife!!!"

At that moment, the younger brother's eyes also turned blood‑red; he lunged at his own brother, drew a sharp knife from his waist, his expression instantly turning ferociously fierce.

"It's mine! Mine!!!"

Having said that, the knife thrust down, straight into the man's eyeball.

"Ahhhhh—!!!"

Two cries of pain rang out simultaneously; the younger brother's knife pierced the elder's abdomen, while the elder's knife slashed toward the younger's neck.

Not far away on the bed, Zhao Xingyue merely watched everything unfolding before her with a cold stare, feeling no emotional fluctuation.

Although her body was weak and she could not move at all, her magical artifact was fully charged; killing these two corrupted ordinary humans required hardly any energy.

Moreover, in the sky above, a familiar massive silhouette had already appeared there, slowly descending.

"Hmm?"

Seeing the two red‑eyed people wildly stabbing each other below, Wang Wu was stunned.

From their clothing, it was clear they were not from any nearby village or county town, because their garments were already tattered.

They must be humans residing—or rather hiding—in Wang Gu Lin. Typical outlaws, and having stayed in that forest too long, they had clearly become corrupted with evil essence.

"Eh, there are still people nearby?"

On Wang Wu's shoulder, Zhu San Niang watched the two who were already fighting below, constantly stabbing each other with sharp knives and tearing flesh with their teeth, and curiously asked.

"I did overlook that," Wang Wu said, looking at the two combatants, quickly descending, first placing Zhu San Niang from his shoulder onto the ground, then grabbing the two still fighting on the ground and lifting them into the sky.

Speed wasn't just fast; the start was truly swift. Within three seconds, Wang Wu accelerated to 400 km/h, soaring into the sky toward the distant Si Hun Shan.

Then he hurled the two in his hand with force, letting them experience a super‑high speed they likely would never have felt in this life without Wang Wu.

On a massive rock a kilometer away, two black shadows collided with lightning speed, painting two blood‑flesh flowers upon the stone.

"Ha ha."

Seeing his own masterpiece, Wang Wu laughed heartily.

Returning to the ground room, Wang Wu reverted to human form, walked to Zhao Xingyue's bedside and said:

"I did overlook this point, sorry."

"No problem." Zhao Xingyue on the bed gave a light smile, then glanced at the beautiful woman also eyeing her behind Wang Wu, and asked:

"Who is this…?"

"Just call her San Niang." Wang Wu replied, then sat at Zhao Xingyue's bedside, extending his hand to press on her abdomen. This time Zhao Xingyue did not blush, at least not as long as before.

After checking for a while, Wang Wu withdrew his hand.

"Nothing wrong," he said, then looked at Zhu San Niang, "San Niang, come help me remove the spider silk."

"Alright." Zhu San Niang smiled brightly and also moved to Zhao Xingyue's window, her delicate hand placed on the spider web covering Zhao Xingyue's abdomen; with demonic power activated, the spider silk that had wrapped her abdomen instantly snapped and decayed, revealing fresh red flesh beneath.

Although it was only the next day, the hole in Zhao Xingyue's abdomen was no longer a gaping wound; it was covered by a thin layer of dark‑red membrane.

"Recovery is good." Seeing this flesh membrane, Wang Wu nodded. He continued: "Let's bind a new layer for her, using that edible silk that can cover this membrane."

"Alright."

Spider silk sprayed from his fingertips, covering her body; after finishing, Zhu San Niang looked at Wang Wu, "Wu Lang, is there anything else to do?"

"Nothing." Wang Wu said, then smiled and nodded at Zhu San Niang, "Thanks for your effort, San Niang."

"Then… Wu Lang…" she said, and Zhu San Niang pressed close to Wang Wu's body, "It's still early, why not…"

"Um…" Wang Wu glanced at the woman behind him; his physician's ethics made him hesitate for about 0.01 seconds.

And ethics, as expected, overcame desire, so he whispered into Zhu San Niang's ear: "Shall we leave? This place is inconvenient, and you're still wounded."

"Sure." Zhu San Niang smiled brightly, and the two demons rose and walked toward the door.

Lying on the bed, Zhao Xingyue blinked, her heart feeling a mix of emotions—half amused, half exasperated, half embarrassed.

"In broad daylight, just like this, just like this…"

But upon reconsidering, Zhao Xingyue instantly felt at ease. After all, she was a demon; one cannot judge a demon by human morals and values.

Outside the wooden hut, a rustling sound was followed by bursts of male and female laughter. Then it turned into something… um.

The waves of noise outside kept coming, yet Zhao Xingyue's mind remained as calm as still water. Only as the outside sounds grew louder, the flush on her face deepened.

Time quickly reached noon.

Wang Wu left early and returned early, about ten o'clock. The journey took only half an hour; as for the rest of the time, he had to go back to report his safety and have breakfast.

Straightening his clothes, Wang Wu entered the wooden hut, glanced at Zhao Xingyue who kept her eyes tightly shut, went to check her condition, infused some Yin‑extreme true Qi, then sat cross‑legged, continuing to absorb the demon pill in his hand.

"Are all your demon kind like this?"

But before he could settle, a voice behind him sounded—Zhao Xingyue's.

"What?" Wang Wu turned his head, looking at her.

"Publicly flaunting lust in daylight, not caring whether anyone's nearby?" Zhao Xingyue asked.

"Yes." Wang Wu nodded, "We demons are just like that."

Wang Wu's answer left Zhao Xingyue silent for a moment; after about a few dozen seconds, seeing that Zhao Xingyue was no longer speaking, Wang Wu prepared to continue focusing on absorbing the magic pill. Then her voice sounded again:

"You placed me here, yet you have no intention of leaving, and instead stay by my side. If, when night comes, a monster appears that even you cannot handle, wouldn't you be needlessly giving away your life?"

Zhao Xingyue asked, with doubt and confusion.

"This place is very safe; at night it's unlikely that anything beyond my ability will come," Wang Wu said, "but if we truly encounter one, it's fine; I'll die with you then, and the two of us will at least have company on the road."

This time, Zhao Xingyue truly remained silent; Wang Wu waited a minute or two, and she still didn't speak.

Wang Wu didn't mind the matter, after all it was just a casual tease; seeing that Zhao Xingyue hadn't responded for a long while, he fully immersed himself in absorbing the magic pill he held.

"Alright…."

That was four minutes later; Zhao Xingyue's mind was in chaos, swept by various emotions, and she impulsively uttered those words, immediately regretting them as soon as they left her mouth.

However, Wang Wu didn't hear them, so naturally he gave no response.

(End of chapter)