荒墟牧神 - 第103章 刺屍銀針 - 簡牘書房

He Yin was in a fury and about to give chase when a searing agony tore through his shoulder. Shen Mu had used the scabbard to recall the Chubao Sword; the blow had not carried much force, but the blade was too keen for him, and it had run him through the shoulder blade, leaving a great hole in his shoulder! He Yin gritted his teeth against the pain and brought out jade bottles large and small. First he applied a medicine to staunch the bleeding, then a salve to knit the broken bone and grow it whole again, and then a balm to restore the flesh; but the agony came on in waves, past all bearing.

And behind him, one of the flying zombies was fishing salve from a jar, smearing it on the neck of a flying zombie that Shen Mu had beheaded, then taking up the severed head and setting it back on the salved neck. The head wobbled and crackled, click and clack; but it had been set on backwards, so that the face looked out behind. The flying zombie that was "treating" him seemed not to notice, and went to the one that had been cut in two, fitted the halves together, and smeared them with a rank, stinking paste.

Even beheaded, even cloven in two, these flying zombies would not "die"; so long as the Corpse Immortal Cult's ointment was applied and the severed limb rejoined, they could leap and caper as lively as ever. A wonder indeed. The Corpse Immortal Cult had long made its trade in the dead, and truly it had arts all its own.

Suddenly a whistling of air came, and one after another the disciples of the Corpse Immortal Cult hurried to He Yin's side. One of the women disciples said in astonishment, "Senior Brother He Yin, you're wounded?

Is that boy so strong? " "Not strong.

" He Yin's face was livid, and he ground the words out between his teeth: "He is at most of the Five Luminaries realm, but his cultivation is none too poor, and his body arts are most uncanny; he is well versed in sword control and in spellcraft. He has a precious sword, and its scabbard can call the flying blade back of itself, and the sword is exceedingly sharp; my flying zombies could not block it at all! His wounds are none too light either.

He cannot have fled far by now!

" The disciples of the Corpse Immortal Cult were taken aback. The woman disciple said, "Well versed in both sword control and spellcraft? Then he can have little attainment in combat technique.

Let us give chase, take him alive, and deliver him to the patriarch for judgment!

" A dozen or more disciples of the Corpse Immortal Cult flew off at speed. He Yin rose and was about to hurry after them as well when suddenly another figure came flying through the air. He Yin saw the man's face and was startled; in great haste he bowed and said, "Uncle Qiao! " That Uncle Qiao frowned and said, "The boy who killed the patriarch's son has still not been caught, and instead you have been wounded by him. He Yin, you grow more capable by the day.

" He Yin was ashamed, and said, "Uncle Qiao, the patriarch. . .

" "The patriarch already knows of this, and is in a towering rage, but for now he is still steadying the situation and quelling the turmoil in the city.

" Uncle Qiao said, "The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping has suffered a grievous blow, and every hero under heaven seizes the hour to rise, to slay the traitorous faction and set the court to rights. This time our Corpse Immortal Cult marches under a righteous name: first we cut away the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping's wings, and take the county seat of Dijiang. Dijiang County is our Corpse Immortal Cult's domain; its foundations must be firmly planted, and the remnant faction of the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping wiped out to the last man.

Though the patriarch grieves, he still puts the greater cause first. " He Yin assented, and said, "Then I beg Uncle Qiao to overtake those junior brothers and sisters.

Though the man is young, in his hand is a sharp sword that can turn into a fish-dragon.

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