Chapter 462: Chapter 280: How Can One Be a Hero Without Being Thorough!
Duan Yun and his group returned to the surface.
At this point, there were no lights on Yellow Jade Island, making it resemble a dark, silent tomb.
What they were about to do was to loot the place before leaving this cursed land.
Since Ning Qing and Ziyu were unwell, they decided to find a place to rest first, allowing Duan Yun, the doctor, to examine them thoroughly.
Electroshock treatment might be more appropriate for recovery after detoxification.
Duan Yun, accompanied by four women, walked towards the street they had passed earlier on the island.
At this time, the mist was pervasive, and the island enveloped in the night seemed to be covered with a layer of light gauze, appearing even more mysteriously deep.
Halfway there, Shen Ying suddenly questioned, "Why is there no one around?"
What she meant were not actual living people, but the living dead.
Previously on Yellow Jade Island, there were many living dead squirming like maggots, but now, none were to be seen.
Her words indeed reminded Duan Yun and Feng Ling’er.
In their view, the island seemed even more eerily deep.
It didn’t take long before the group of five stopped in their tracks.
Because they saw people.
Dead people.
The previously seen living dead reappeared in their sight.
However, they were all dead.
They all lay on the ground, facing upwards, with a large hole in their chests, and their hearts missing.
These people were lined up in a row, stretching from one end of the street to the other.
The living dead hadn’t disappeared; they had all died and were lined up here.
All died from having their hearts excised.
Who did this?
During their battle with Jade Guanyin, someone had killed all the living dead here.
This method was indeed cruel and horrifying; without exception, the living dead all lost their hearts, as if there was an evil demon lurking here, craving human hearts.
Jade Guanyin had already died, and Duan Yun and his group should have had nothing to fear here, yet at this moment, even Duan Yun felt a chill down his spine.
Was there another master?
This long row of heartless corpses, neatly arranged, to the eyes of Duan Yun and others, resembled an evil ritual in progress, which was especially chilling.
"Burn them," Duan Yun said.
Whether the living dead counted as human beings, he hadn’t had the chance to confirm.
But these people had lived pitiful lives.
Originally like him, unusually handsome men, they were captured by Jade Guanyin, violated, and then turned into walking corpses of the living dead.
Even in death, the living dead’s demise was tragic, with their hearts gouged out.
Duan Yun and the others began to gather these corpses together, intending to burn them all.
The more they moved the bodies, the more terrified they became.
There were at least two hundred corpses; someone had, in such a short time, excised the hearts of two hundred people and managed to lay them out so neatly.
That person’s martial arts skills must be profound, and even though they were aware of them, he seemed unhurried.
At that moment, Shen Ying suddenly said, "There’s writing under their feet."
Duan Yun quickly checked and indeed saw that there were words under the feet of some corpses.
"Young Hero, please accept."
"Young Hero, please accept."
...
All these corpses had only five characters: "Young Hero" on the left foot, "please accept" on the right foot.
Feng Ling’er said, "Is this meant as a gift for us?"
By now, they could be sure that someone had done this deliberately, intending for them to see it.
"I didn’t say to kill, yet he killed; is this supposed to be a gift?" Duan Yun said with a grim expression.
Yes, these living dead, he had previously still been contemplating how to deal with.
He had wanted to try healing them.
But now there was no need to try.
Someone had killed the group of living dead, which seemed to have saved him the trouble.
However, Duan Yun was not pleased.
Not pleased at all.
No one could make choices for this young hero, especially not this sort of ruthless and vile nemesis!
Rather than a gift, it was more like a provocation.
This person was truly mysterious and terrifying, clearly aware that they had killed Jade Guanyin, yet still daring to act this way, showing no fear of them.
Shen Ying and the other women even felt uneasy.
Because they had just gone through a fierce battle and were all in a poor state.
If a strong enemy were to appear at this moment, it would likely be very troublesome.
After igniting the corpses, Duan Yun said, "Let’s go."
Now that the enemy remained hidden while they were exposed, and potentially other masters lurking, this place was indeed no longer safe to stay.
At the break of dawn, Duan Yun and his group retraced their way back.
Jade Guanyin had clearly been killed by them, yet this island in the desert, still shrouded in a layer of mist, remained obscure.
Fortunately, the people were saved, the secret book was seized; this trip had been fraught with danger but ended safely.
At least Ning Qing and Ziyu were unharmed, which was the best outcome.
This Martial World really needed a thorough cleaning; it was far too dangerous.
This time it was Jade Guanyin; would there be a Stone Guanyin next time?
As Duan Yun walked, he flipped through his booklet, looking very concerned about the state of affairs.
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After Duan Yun and his group left, the water-abundant Yellow Jade Island fell into dead silence, as if with the arrival of this old demon, this scenically beautiful region lost all its vitality.
The fish killed by the shock remained floating in the water, uncleaned.
But the dead fish were gradually disappearing.
The lake was quite extensive, and where there were dead fish, there were live fish; live fish eating dead fish was only natural.
This was the seventh day after Jade Guanyin’s death, also marking the seventh day since her demise.
Although the island had been silent, suddenly there arose a song.
The song was ethereal and mournful, as if wrongfully deceased souls were lamenting in despair.
Could it truly be Jade Guanyin’s spirit returning?
Below the collapsed pavilion, seven candles were lit.
Through the light of the fire, one could faintly see that the seven candles were held in someone’s palms.