Chapter 327: Blood-Flesh Monster

The talisman paper I had previously pasted on the threshold had already ignited without fire, turning to ash.

Looking at the female corpse's attack momentum, pasting more would be useless.

Li Qingying picked up her long whip and lashed out.

One whip strike tore the red veil on the female corpse's head; the female corpse paused, then the frequency of its blows against the threshold increased.

At that moment, Fu Wan and Xuan Mao also rushed over.

Just as they were about to join the battle, I shouted: "Stop!"

At Xijiekou, more footsteps could be heard, and their number was not small.

I held my breath and focused, pricking up my ears to listen carefully; it did not sound like yin soldiers forming ranks, the footsteps were not that neat, nor did they have force.

Even as I listened to those footsteps, some were dragging and sluggish, also accompanied by the sound of damp, sticky water……

Li Qingying stood inside the threshold; she was the first to see the movement at Xijiekou, and she gasped: "Blood... blood corpse..."

A gust of yin wind blew from Xijiekou, the strong smell of blood mixed with a foul corpse stench assailed her face, and Li Qingying immediately covered her mouth and vomited.

Even Fu Wan and Xuan Mao instinctively took a small step back.

The human-skin figurine hanging under the black cloth on the clothes rack became excited, trembling continuously and emitting a rustling sound.

I walked out from behind the counter; the first thing I saw was a pool of thick black blood rolling continuously on the street, and soon several blood corpses appeared in my view.

I know what blood corpses are.

Such things usually appear in tombs.

When digging up a tomb, blood seeps out from the soil; even a little contamination can cause a person's flesh to rot and die, and it is also accompanied by a certain curse, so the deceased's relatives and friends will also be implicated.

Even professional grave robbers fear digging up a blood corpse tomb.

And now, directly across the street from Nan Shu Fang, twelve blood corpses stood in a row!

They stood there, covered head to toe in blood, each blood corpse with a black coffin nail driven into the center of its forehead.

Their pallid eyes kept rolling, as if warning us that if we dared to rush out, they would dare to kill their way in.

"They're not blood corpses," Fu Wan suddenly said, her voice heavy with dread, "I'll show you."

Saying that, she waved her hand, and a row of white spikes shaped like coffin nails shot toward the "blood corpses."

The white spikes pierced the hearts of the blood corpses one by one; their flesh began to flake off and fall, and soon a mound of flesh piled up on the ground, the black blood almost soaking the entire street.

The next moment, under our gaze, the flesh first lifted the coffin nails, then, taking the coffin nails as a center, began to continuously coagulate and grow... they were not blood corpses, but a monster formed from a coagulated mass of flesh even more terrifying than blood corpses.

"Unkillable," Fu Wan said, "and there's something even more terrifying."

Saying that, she raised her right hand, and a cluster of merit fire instantly condensed at her fingertips, which she hurled at one mass of flesh.

The merit fire struck the brow of the flesh and blazed up.

Our hearts leapt to our throats in an instant.

That mass of flesh, under the burning of the merit fire, seemed to melt, turning into a pool of blood.

The merit fire was limited; it burned away half of that flesh's body, the coffin nail fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Fu Wan used merit fire to dispel the yin sha qi of the coffin nail, destroying one coffin nail.

But the next moment, the remaining eleven masses of flesh all pressed toward the remaining half of a blood corpse, constantly merging; in the blink of an eye, a massive flesh monster stood on the opposite street.

Even the black blood on the street re‑condensed onto the monster's body.

Fu Wan shouted: "Close the door, retreat!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand and the door of Nan Shu Fang slammed shut with a boom.

Li Qingying then slid the bolt into place.

Fu Wan retreated with Xuan Mao to the funeral shop, and Li Qingying also darted over.

I did not move; I simply raised my hand and grasped the soul-guiding lamp.

If they were blood corpses, I could still activate the soul-guiding lamp, force open the ghost gate, and summon ghost officers to take them away.

Although it would consume too much energy, it could still resolve the matter.

But right now, they are merely a pile of flesh; even yin officers probably couldn't control them.

Therefore, the only way is to burn them with merit fire.

Flesh... flesh?

I suddenly recalled what Liu Junyan had told me earlier: in Yun Chan Temple, what was ultimately cultivated was a lump of flesh.

Could that lump of flesh be similar to the thing outside the door?

No, what is raised in Yun Chan Temple should be even more terrifying than those outside.

Otherwise, the Lingnan Wang family and the Shi family could not have eradicated it even by joining forces; they could only continually reinforce the formation array left by Dahui Chan Master to keep that lump of flesh in check.

In other words, those outside might merely be scraps, controlled yin sha entities.

That lump cultivated in Yun Chan Temple is forged from the cultivation and essence of a high monk; it can imitate various weeping sounds, showing it already possesses sentience.

The thudding of the female corpse's blows on the threshold never ceased.

In the gap of the tightly closed wooden door, several drops of fresh blood suddenly seeped out.

Immediately, the blood droplets began to split exponentially, like a blooming blood-red rose, spreading in large patches.

In the blink of an eye, the entire wooden door was soaked with fresh blood, and the viscous bloodstains dripped down the door panel onto the floor of Nan Shu Fang.

I heard the threshold burst open.

I saw the wooden door trembling.

With a bang, the wooden door shattered, and as it fell apart, it had already turned into pieces of sticky blood clots.

Another bang—an incense burner was hurled onto the flesh, incense ash sprayed out; the parts covered by ash kept rolling and struggling on the ground, until only discolored ash remained.

And the remaining flesh, at great speed, rushed toward the massive entity outside the door, eventually gathering together.

At the funeral shop, Li Qingying stood there blankly.

The incense burner she just smashed was that one.

We had done this before in the west room, and she remembered it.

But the amount of incense ash is ultimately limited; it cannot solve the final problem.

A female corpse had already tiptoed inside.

She pulled a marriage contract out of the Red Wedding Dress, held it in her palms, and walked toward me step by step.

A gurgling sound kept rolling in her throat, and a gloomy, terrifying voice rang: "Dang——".

Before she finished speaking, I had already bitten my finger, formed a sword finger, pressed it against the Soul-guiding Lamp's lamp chamber, swept the sword finger toward the female corpse, and a ball of Merit fire shot toward her.

The Merit fire struck the marriage contract, instantly igniting it.

The female corpse let out a shrill scream, then she pulled another marriage contract from her bosom……

At the same time, the flesh-and-blood monster outside the door moved.

With each step its massive body took forward, the ground trembled in sync.

Such a war of attrition clearly aims to force me to make a choice.

Is it to exhaust my energy and the Merit in the Soul-guiding Lamp to forcibly transmigrate the eight female corpses, or to wait for the female corpses to pawn, but be unable to come up with the pawn money, thereby breaking Dang Pu's rules?

Thinking this through, I suddenly realized a problem: what would happen if I broke Dang Pu's pawning rules?

If Dang Pu opens for business but breaks faith with its customers, with no rules left, the business is finished as well.

Then, all the Pawn Tickets previously signed lose their restraint…… The dead things are not frightening; what is frightening are the ghosts and evil things suppressed by Dang Pu!

At this moment, I guessed a more terrifying possibility——those who die and are pawned into Dang Pu, for whom I have so far been unable to find Pawn Tickets, are far more than just these eight female corpses……