Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Gong Xiaoshang, a young and lively woman, seemed to have no fear of corpses despite being a woman. She boldly stepped forward and carefully examined the mummified body.

"That's strange!"

She looked up, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Apart from the two bloody holes on his neck, there was not a single other injury on his body, not even the slightest one!"

How is that possible?

Could these two bloody holes be the fatal wound?

She couldn't convince herself.

"I just noticed that too."

Li Fudao said: "When a person is bitten on the neck and sucked blood, they will struggle violently and resist, suffering greatly."

But look at the postures and expressions of these corpses; their contortions reveal a kind of...frozen calm, without any sign of struggle.

He pointed to the stiff posture of the dried corpse.

"It's more like they were killed without any warning, or even realizing it, and then, while they were still fresh, their blood was drained, turning them into mummies!"

He had no idea how these people were killed in an instant; these mummified corpses had shriveled muscles and a withered appearance.

Even experienced coroners might not be able to discern the manner of death from these corpses, let alone Li Fu.

"To be honest, apart from the bloody holes in their necks, these people have no other wounds. Even if they had some sword wounds or knife cuts..."

If someone could kill all these people in an instant, their martial arts skills would still be unimaginably high.

Master Chongling of the Laoshan Sect said with a grim expression.

"Hopefully, like the sand-burrowing rat that Young Hero Li caught, it's a group of creatures that can burrow through the sand, all jumping out at once to launch a sneak attack!"

A Sichuan swordsman's voice trembled.

"But judging from the spacing between these mummified corpses, it doesn't seem like it at all..."

Li Fu frowned.

There was clearly not enough open space between the corpses for a group of people to jump out and ambush them.

"If one person did it...that's...that's terrifying!"

"It was a disciple of the Soul-Slaying Claw Sect," said one of them.

Upon considering this possibility, even the usually fearless Old Man of Fiery Flames couldn't help but click his tongue and furrow his thick brows.

The Taoist priests of Laoshan School and the eminent monks of Famen Temple had solemn expressions.

"If this was truly the work of one person, such martial arts skill cannot be described as merely 'highly skilled'; it is practically divine, making one half-human and half-ghost!"

Li Fu frowned slightly.

These scoundrels under Wang Zheliu's command, though lacking top-tier experts, were by no means mediocre.

He knew that killing them all silently in an instant was something he could hardly accomplish even with his current martial arts skills.

Of course, this is related to the fact that he has no light-footed skills at all, and all his martial arts skills are based on fists and feet, and his style is fierce and violent.

The group stepped forward and carefully examined the mummified corpse, but found nothing new.

Aside from knowing why these people turned into dried corpses in such a short time, there's still no clue as to what methods the killer used to kill so many people in an instant.

Their hearts were heavy.

If it was truly done by one person, that person's martial arts skills must be unbelievably high. If they joined forces, would they be a match for each other?

Continuing on the road, braving the wind and sand, we finally entered the heart of the Huanglongdui Desert.

The wind is still blowing, the sand is still swirling, and everyone has gotten used to it.

As they continued onward, something strange suddenly began to happen.

The midday sun was at its most intense, and when it was time to rest and drink water, everyone habitually stopped.

But this time, some people didn't stop and kept walking forward.

"Where are you all going?"

Li Fu took out his water bag and was about to drink some water.

The four Sichuan swordsmen, along with the four remaining disciples of Gao Yuanshan, braved the wind and sand, their steps unwavering, and continued forward!

Their eyes were calm, and a smile played on their lips, as if they saw a treasure ahead, or like pilgrims heading towards paradise, carrying an eerie peace and joy!

He ignored the calls from behind!

"Aren't you all tired yet? Let's stop and rest!"

Zhu Tongzhou raised his voice and shouted.

They didn't see the expressions on those people's faces, but they found that no matter how they called out, the other party ignored them.

Li Fu was the first to sense something was wrong, and in a flash, he blocked their path.

Seeing their empty eyes and the eerie smiles frozen at the corners of their mouths, my heart skipped a beat.

These people had a terrifyingly calm expression and a chillingly joyful smile, like walking corpses controlled by invisible threads!

"Stop! What's wrong with you?!"

Gong Xiaoshang also rushed over and cried out in surprise.

"Something's wrong, they've been infected!" Li Fu said.

An even more terrifying scene followed.

As they walked, some of these people began to have dark red lines of blood running down their faces!

Blood was flowing from his eyes, nose, mouth... all seven orifices!

Their faces instantly became terrifying, but even so, the eerie smiles on their lips remained unchanged, as if they were embedded in their faces.

Their footsteps never stopped, as if they would walk until the end of their lives, towards an illusory tranquility!

Everyone rushed up and was horrified by the bizarre scene before them.

"Could it be that a vengeful ghost has bewitched me?!"

The old man with the fiery temper glared with his copper bell eyes, both shocked and furious!

Just then, the last remaining young Taoist priest of the Laoshan Sect swayed, instinctively wiped his nose, and found his hand covered in blood!

Master...Master! Senior Uncle...Save me!

He had come to check on the situation, but his voice was weak, his eyes quickly became unfocused, and his body began to stagger forward uncontrollably, as if he wanted to join the strangely advancing group!

"not good!"

Master Chongling and his junior brother were deathly pale, their scalps tingling with fear!

Such a bizarre event was unheard of. The two instinctively acted, striking the young Taoist priest's pressure points with lightning speed and knocking him to the ground.

The young Taoist priest could no longer move, but the eerie smile remained on his lips, and blood continued to flow from his nose and mouth.

"What...what happened?"

Were they poisoned?

Gong Xiaoshang rarely showed the fragility of a woman when she entered the desert, but now she was at a loss and her face turned slightly pale.

Not just her,

The old man with the raging fire, the high monk from Famen Temple, the old Taoist priest from Laoshan, the two men in black with cold and sinister auras, the man in gray with a bamboo hat... everyone was shocked and did not know what to do.

The strange and bizarre events before their eyes were beyond their comprehension.

"Try getting them to stop first."

Li Fu didn't know acupressure, but he was extremely fast. He was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, striking with lightning speed, sometimes using grappling techniques, sometimes using a palm strike to cut the back of the neck.

With swift and decisive movements, he subdued and took down three or four men who were walking like zombies, bleeding from their mouths and noses as they went!

"Holy crap, it's more like he's possessed."

We really can't let them leave again; their departure is making this old man uneasy."

The old man with the raging fire roared and, almost simultaneously, he and the others rushed to help.

Both to save people and to stop this bizarre scene from continuing, they worked together to finally subdue all the "possessed" individuals and apply pressure to their acupoints.

However, stopping the walking did not improve the situation and made it even more difficult.

These people seem to be constantly subjected to an invisible attack and damage.

Everyone's injuries worsened, with blood flowing from their mouths and noses, and even from their seven orifices, making their lives increasingly precarious.

"What on earth is going on?!"