Chapter 129 What are you waiting for?
The wind blowing from the street began to carry a faint smell of decay.
Chen Mo frowned, his nostrils twitching slightly.
It wasn't just any ordinary stench; it was the stench of a corpse.
"You can smell it."
Lin Ruoyun's voice drifted from the shadows, unhurried and calm, as if she were talking about something extremely ordinary.
"Later, I killed the customer and the landlord, and turned them into two blood corpses."
As she spoke, her voice even carried a hint of amusement, "Even their souls were forged into one with the blood corpse using a secret technique, so that they could never be reborn."
Heavy footsteps echoed in the wind, as if something was approaching from the end of the long street.
Two figures emerged from the darkness, their steps stiff, each step making a wet, sticky "pat-pat" sound on the bluestone slabs.
The crimson moon hung high, its dark red light pouring down and illuminating the two blood-soaked corpses, allowing Chen Mo to see their true forms.
He frowned slightly, not because the other party was too strong, but because they were too disgusting.
Those were two skinned bodies.
The muscle tissue appeared an eerie dark red under the moonlight, resembling two walking anatomical models.
The fascia and muscles were clearly visible, and blood kept seeping from them, leaving wet footprints on the ground with every step.
A chilling aura swept over them as they approached, and a thin layer of white frost even formed on the corners of the walls along the street.
Chen Mo didn't speak, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the horizontal sword.
"Be careful," Lin Ruoyun's voice remained light and airy, "It has a lot of yin energy; if you get tainted by it, you'll fall seriously ill."
Before the words were even finished, the two blood-soaked corpses moved simultaneously.
Its speed was completely disproportionate to its bulky size, and it brought with it a gust of foul wind as it pounced on Chen Mo from the left and right.
His fingers were spread open, the tips of which were pitch-black nails, aimed straight at the throat and heart.
A flash of light appeared.
The blade of the horizontal sword reflected the red moon, emitting a layer of cool, faint purple light, a sign that the power of the moon was attached to it.
Chen Mo did not retreat, but instead took half a step forward.
The blade swept upwards, drawing a crescent-shaped arc.
The wrist of the blood-soaked corpse on the left slammed into the blade.
Where the blade passed, the blood corpse's muscle tissue was instantly covered with a layer of white frost, the coldness of the Yin energy being even purer.
Half of a hand was severed at the wrist, still twitching on the ground. There was not a drop of blood at the cut, only ice crystals spreading between the muscles.
The blood corpse howled in agony, and thick black Yin energy surged from its severed wrist, condensing into a distorted human face that shrieked as it lunged at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo didn't even look at them. The power of Taiyin flowed through his body, and the faces that came within three feet of him melted away instantly, like snow meeting the scorching sun.
The blood-soaked corpse on the right had pounced close, its claws no more than half a foot from his face.
Chen Mo parried with his sword.
"clang."
The blade clashed with the black armor, producing a metallic clang.
A chill spread from the point of impact, condensing into a thin layer of frost on the black armor.
With a flick of his wrist, Chen Mo sent the blade gliding past the blood corpse's fingernails before slicing towards its neck.
The blood corpse suddenly leaned back, the blade grazing its chin and slicing off a piece of exposed jawbone, which turned deathly white even before it was fully in the air.
The two blood-soaked corpses, having failed in their first attack, quickly retreated and resumed their attacking stance.
Blood seeped continuously from the severed hand and chin, but under the red moon, it condensed into ice crystals and fell softly.
Chen Mo held the knife with both hands, the tips pointing diagonally at the ground, and remained motionless.
The blood-soaked corpse pounced again.
This time, they no longer attacked separately, but charged at the same time from the front.
"If that's all the strength you have, Sister Lin, you might be disappointed tonight."
Chen Mo calmly said something to those around him before brandishing his sword to meet the attack.
The blade flashed like lightning, sweeping horizontally from left to right.
The blade, imbued with the power of Yin, was chilled to the touch, severing both foremost arms at the elbows. The muscles at the cuts instantly froze to gray-white without a single twitch.
Before the momentum of the blade had subsided, Chen Mo turned around, swung the blade around his waist, and used the strength of his waist and stance to strike again.
When the blade cleaved through the crossed arms of the blood corpse on the right, the black armor was as brittle as ice and shattered instantly.
The blade cut diagonally down from the collarbone, cleaving the entire body in two. The cut surface was not flesh and blood, but frozen, grayish-white tissue, glistening with fine ice crystals.
Before the blade was fully drawn, Chen Mo flipped his wrist, slashing upwards, and a wave of coldness surged forth.
The blood corpse on the left was completely cut open from the groin to the top of the skull. Before the filth inside could flow out, it was sealed inside by the cold air, freezing the entire corpse in place.
The two mutilated corpses stood frozen in place for a moment.
Then, starting from the cut, frost spread rapidly, covering the entire body.
The surging corpse oil and yin energy were all frozen inside the corpse, unable to escape.
Under the crimson moon, the two ice sculptures stood silently for a moment.
A night breeze blew by, and the ice sculpture began to shatter from the inside, turning into ice crystal fragments scattered all over the ground, gleaming pale in the moonlight.
"Good, Chen Mo, your strength is indeed extraordinary."
As soon as Lin Ruoyun finished speaking, heavy footsteps echoed from both ends of the long street.
As soon as Lin Ruoyun finished speaking, heavy footsteps echoed from both ends of the long street.
It wasn't just one or two bodies, but a dense mass, like countless feet simultaneously stepping on a bluestone slab, accompanied by a wet, sticky "slapping" sound, converging into a chilling, damp noise.
Chen Mo looked up.
At the intersections on both sides of the street, blood-soaked corpses were pouring out in an endless stream.
They emerged from the darkness, one after another. The dark red muscle tissue gleamed eerily under the red moon.
Some were missing half their heads, some had hollow chests, and some had their intestines dragging on the ground, crushed by their own feet.
Ten objects.
Twenty bodies.
Fifty pieces.
The number is constantly increasing.
The crimson moon hung in the middle of the long street, its dark red light staining the entire street blood-red.
On those skinned bodies, the muscle texture was clearly visible, and each one was oozing blood, which flowed into thin streams on the ground, meandering along the cracks in the bluestone slabs.
The stench was so strong it was almost unbearable.
Chen Mo's hand holding the knife remained steady as his gaze swept across both sides.
"Sister Lin, you've really gone all out," he said casually.
"Those who have bullied me over the years, those who have taken advantage of me, and those who tried to take advantage of me but failed..."
Lin Ruoyun's voice drifted from all directions, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, "I asked them all to stay, to be refined into blood corpses, to keep me company."
"Exactly one hundred and eight bodies, no more, no less."
A hint of smugness finally crept into her voice, "Chen Mo, I know you're amazing."
"But can you kill all 108 blood corpses forming this great formation?"
"Heh, maybe I don't need to kill anyone?"
Lin Ruoyun, hidden in the shadows, frowned.
No need to kill?
What does that mean?
The next moment, the shadow beneath her feet suddenly twisted.
Two shadow puppets leaped out of the darkness without a sound, each wielding a long blade formed from shadow, aiming straight for her back.
Lin Ruoyun's pupils contracted sharply, and in her haste, she only had time to activate her protective robe.
The hazy, yin energy barrier had just formed when the shadow blade struck.
"Click—"
The barrier shattered like thin ice.
With a flash of light, a shadow puppet's longsword pierced through her protective robes, entering from her back and protruding from her chest.
Another shadow blade slashed across her neck, and before the blood could even gush out, it was frozen by the Yin energy attached to the blade.
Lin Ruoyun looked down at the black blade tip protruding from her chest, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She created hundreds of corpses and set up a blood-fiend array.
But she herself couldn't even block a single knife.
"How...did you find out about me...?"
She turned around with difficulty and saw that Chen Mo was already standing on the roof, holding a sword in his hand, looking at her indifferently.
"I'm waiting for time to pass, but I don't know what you're waiting for?"