There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

"Amo~"

……

Jiang Mo's leisurely and carefree life came to an abrupt end. It was unclear whether some protective mechanism of the book had been triggered or whether he instinctively sensed a threat to his life. He stopped the process of clearing the dungeon and forcibly woke up from the memories of [Baiyue Fire Feather].

cold.

The cold was unbearable.

Unlike the biting cold that seeps into people's clothes during the coldest days of winter, this lifeless, chilling aura seemed to emanate from Jiang Mo's own body.

It was eroding his body from the inside out.

An exceptionally dense Yin energy filled the narrow space inside the Xuan Yin Coffin, constantly accelerating its attempt to transform Jiang Mo into a corpse puppet.

Why are you in such a hurry?

It's only been three or four days, right?

Shouldn't we wait until my life is completely cut off before starting this final step?

Jiang Mo frowned, keenly sensing that something was amiss. Because he was in a predicament in the real world, about to be refined into a corpse puppet, he had paid special attention to related information while exploring the dungeon.

As in the original work, the zombies that the summoner casually pulls up are merely consumables.

Hidden sorcerers who delve into the art of corpse gu will often carefully select the best talents to create corpse puppets, which will serve as their most loyal and capable servants.

These meticulously crafted corpse puppets can be so powerful that they are impervious to swords and spears.

It's just that compared to the peerless demon with divine power, it can't possess the same destructive power, but it's still not something that ordinary soldiers or warriors can deal with.

However, this kind of refining not only requires materials, but also time.

Forty-nine days or eighty-one days are generally necessary start-up times.

Therefore, Jiang Mo did not rush to end the dungeon, but instead strived to maximize the dungeon exploration rewards while ensuring the safety of the real world.

But now it seems that the person outside is planning to use him as a consumable!

Despite having already invested a considerable amount of materials, he was eager to achieve quick results and forcibly began refining the corpse puppet. This guy's behavior revealed a sense of panic.

Jiang Mo keenly seized the opportunity by gently tapping the bottom of the coffin with his fingers.

Could such a hasty and disheveled situation indicate that the hidden sorcerer outside who was casting a spell was also in poor condition, or even had no corpse puppets protecting him?

Moreover, something unexpected may have happened.

This led the hidden sorcerer to risk losing all his previous efforts in order to quickly refine himself into a corpse puppet in order to protect himself.

If that's the case, it's a great opportunity for me!

Amidst the increasingly dense and pervasive chilling aura, Jiang Mo felt his body gradually becoming numb and uncontrollably approaching the realm of the dead.

But at this moment, he became even calmer.

Without rushing to act, Jiang Mo summoned the Book of the Past in his mind and activated the [Recollections from the Sea of ​​Memories] function, generously spending five ten-pulls at once.

That's life. The higher you are, the more advanced the knowledge you can access.

After the Hundred Poisons Trial, Jiang Mo was able to directly learn from the shaman, and the rate at which he gained loot points was far greater than before.

These fifty injections will have an immediate effect.

Amidst a blue sky and white clouds, a charming shade of purple finally emerged.

The Myriad Gu Pulling Silk Method.

Chapter 25 Do you know who this princess is?

In the remote mountains outside Xinzheng, South Korea, a cloaked man stood before a heavy Xuan Yin coffin, his brow beaded with sweat from panic.

"Damn it, why would the South Korean army come to this remote mountain forest?"

Despite hiding here for several years without anyone coming to their door, just when the corpse puppet refining process they had painstakingly prepared was about to get on track, a group of South Korean soldiers appeared nearby for reasons unknown.

He looked like he was carefully searching for something.

This truly made the hidden sorcerer so depressed that he wanted to die.

But things had already come to this point, and there was no point in complaining anymore. All he could do was forcefully push forward the refining process of the corpse puppet.

Even if it's not perfect, at least it can protect itself if it's discovered.

Otherwise, given the King of Han's attitude towards the Baiyue remnants, if this hidden shaman were discovered by the soldiers, he would most likely be killed on the spot, and less likely be taken to Xinzheng to be executed by slow slicing.

The probability of escape is essentially zero.

Those twisted and terrifying memories resurfaced in his mind, causing the Hidden Witch to tremble uncontrollably. He gripped his staff even tighter, exerting all his strength to push the sorcery that was refining the corpse puppet in front of him to continue.

"Breath transforms into spirits, all returning to the command of the underworld..."

"rise!"

As the command was shouted out, the dense Yin energy surrounding the Xuan Yin Coffin surged and drilled into the coffin like the receding tide.

The once peaceful Xuan Yin Coffin began to tremble restlessly.

Unable to resist swallowing unconsciously, Yin Wu waited anxiously for what would happen next, his heart filled with trepidation.

The process of refining the corpse puppet, which should have been lengthy, was forcibly condensed into just a few days.

This was his first time trying something like this, and he had no idea whether he could succeed. If he simply failed, that would be fine, but what if the other party disobeyed orders and attempted to devour its master...

The sorcerer pressed his staff, which he was gripping tightly, to the ground, and a chilling light began to spread around his feet.

A sickening scraping sound suddenly rang out in the silent cave, as the heavy coffin lid was pushed from the inside and slowly moved aside.

Subconsciously, Yin Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

The Xuan Yin Coffin was not only heavy but also contained a strong Yin energy. Even an ordinary strong man would find it difficult to move, let alone someone who had been locked inside for several days without food.

If it can be pushed open from the inside, it means that the person exerting the force is no longer troubled by hunger.

They can even push aside a coffin pressing on their head by exerting force in a narrow space where movement is restricted, in a way that defies normal human joints.

The corpse puppet is complete; now the concern is whether we can control it.

Under the watchful gaze of the Hidden Witch, the heavy coffin lid, which had been slowly moved aside, crashed to the ground with a thud, stirring up thick dust in the cave that was usually unkempt.

The choking caused the hidden sorcerer to cough incessantly, and his vision was also obstructed.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a swift figure suddenly darted towards the Hidden Witch, accompanied by a whistling sound as it tore through the air, stirring up the surrounding smoke and dust as if boiling water were churning.

In the blink of an eye, they had already reached the Hidden Witch!

"Hmph, you dare to betray your master?"

Having anticipated this, the Hidden Witch paused, unleashing her long-prepared magic. The eerie light transformed into twisted, ancient runes, which, like chains, lashed out at the figure emerging from the coffin.

"Kneel down right now!"

With a sharp shout from the hidden sorcerer, the serpentine, incantation-inscribed chains sealed off almost half of the cave. They were determined to subdue it and regain control of the out-of-control creature.

But something unexpected happened to the Hidden Witch.

Without human control, the corpse puppets, which should have simply acted according to their bloodthirsty instincts, did not exhibit any of the expected stiffness or clumsiness.

On the contrary, they are far more agile than seasoned martial arts masters.

No, it can no longer be described as flexible.

The figure that was originally rushing straight at him twisted its waist and exerted force in mid-air, not only making a move to somersault over the head of the Hidden Witch, but also somehow striking a rather bizarre pose.

Some of the limb joints are even twisting in a direction that clearly violates common human sense.

It's like a marionette, being pulled by invisible threads.

"Ten thousand poisonous creatures are bound together, waaaaah..."

Before the incredulous exclamation could fully escape his lips, the Hidden Witch's voice was reduced to a muffled sob.

Two pale, slender fingers reached out from behind him and gripped his throat tightly.

It was cold and hard, as if it were cast from pig iron.

I couldn't feel any warmth from a living person.

The extreme lack of oxygen caused the Hidden Witch's brain to completely shut down. Driven by instinct, he loosened his grip on the wooden staff and tried to pry open the hands that were wrapped around his neck.

Her feet, already off the ground, were flailing wildly out of control.

"I took a closer look, and for some reason, your face really pissed me off! Oh well, I won't look at it a second time anyway."

A hesitant sound rang out.

It seemed to come from the depths of the underworld, carrying a chilling and sinister aura.

With a sharp crack, the hands gripping his neck tightened their grip, twisting the shaman's head and neck into an unnatural angle.

The flapping feet stopped immediately.

But Jiang Mo did not stop. He first slammed the now-unstruggling Yin Wu to the ground like trash, and then, without hesitation, raised his foot to strike the other's head.

With a muffled thud like stomping on a watermelon, thick juice splattered everywhere.

This should have been a scene that would send chills down one's spine, but Jiang Mo, a model youth of the new era, showed no change in expression whatsoever.

He couldn't even detect the nauseating smells.

After briefly examining the corpse of the Hidden Witch, Jiang Mo didn't linger. He unearthed the embers hidden in the ashes, preparing to burn the place completely to the ground.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but take another look at the Xuan Yin Coffin.

However, once the [Baiyue Fire Feather] instance is activated, it can be entered at any time before it ends, without needing any old items as a medium. And coffins are obviously not portable, so Jiang Mo didn't consider taking them.

Illuminated by the thick firelight behind him, Jiang Mo walked out of the cave with his eyes squinted.

The long-awaited sunlight fell on him, but it couldn't warm him at all. It was as if the cold, malevolent energy from the depths of the underworld still lingered in his limbs and bones.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but reminisce about that bright and fiery girl.

If the other person were beside him, he would definitely try his best to dispel the chill from his body, and say with a smug smile:

"Hmph, without me, you really are no good, Amo~"

"The Book of the Past...is it the past? I just don't know what point in time it is now. Yan Lingji, where are you now?"