### Chapter 90: Rescue Lu Liangting!
With his hands and feet tightly bound by ropes, Lu Liangting was completely immobilized. A rag wedged in his mouth prevented any screams, and a red cloth covered his eyes, rendering him blind to the world. All he could see was a blurry, red haze.
To make matters worse, his head throbbed like someone had taken a blunt object to it, and the dull pain flickered like a neon sign in his skull, making it hard for him to think straight.
Lu Liangting had no clue about his current whereabouts, only that he had been ambushed shortly after entering the village, by what seemed to be a living assailant.
The burning question was: why had this person knocked him out and brought him here?
Struggling was futile. He felt soft bedding beneath him, probably brand new—no wrinkles, but oddly hard and cold to touch.
The air was thick with a smell he couldn’t quite place—something like wax mixed with a rotten undertone, with a hint of decay from a long-abandoned, damp wooden house.
These scents swirled together, and instinctively, he knew something was off.
Had he been brought here for some sort of sacrifice? He could tell that someone had taken off a layer of his clothes and replaced it with something equally peculiar, crafted from the same cold, hard material as the bedding beneath him.
As Lu Liangting tried to free himself, he realized his feet were bound to iron rings on the bed. Unless he got his hands free, standing up would be impossible.
Surrounded by eerie silence, he could just make out a group of figures standing outside, faintly visible through the papered-over windows.
So many of them, yet all so quiet. Were those things really people?
Lu Liangting couldn’t shake off the memory of the moving wax corpses he’d seen earlier—it filled him with despair. Even if he managed to escape, what good would it do? Those corpses would be waiting outside, blocking his path.
Despite his despair, Lu Liangting quickly regained his resolve. If there was even a sliver of hope, he had to pursue it.
As he struggled, time slipped away, and suddenly, he heard something—a sound cutting through the stillness of the night, from outside his room. It was a haunting howl that only a vengeful ghost would make.
“Is someone coming? Is it the bride or the guy who knocked me out?”
He stopped to look out the window.
“Please, don’t let it be Mingyue.”
He was aware that Zhao Mingyue was also in this village, so the thought of her coming in worried him immensely.
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Meanwhile, Bai Yu was using Zhao Mingyue’s body and darting toward the wedding courtyard like a vengeful spirit. The speed was enough to scare anyone! As she neared the courtyard, she lifted her hand, the bl**d-thread long kn*fe forming in her grasp. With one steady step, she swung the blade hard.
A crimson arc shot out, slicing through more than ten wax corpses standing in her path.
She leaped onto a wax corpse, using it as a springboard to propel herself onto the roof of the main building.
Shen Shuyun said there were some fierce ghosts hiding in here, and she immediately spotted them.
Normal wax corpses had their faces sealed, making their features unrecognizable, which was worse than having their features stitched up. A few of the wax corpses she noticed had their features pried open—purely horrifying! Their distorted expressions left their eyes and mouths wide open, empty and soulless.
Bai Yu estimated there were about eight of these unique wax corpses.
Aside from their faces, the other odd thing was their joints. They still had plenty of wax on them, yet their joints moved freely.
“Are these zombies?”
Zhao Mingyue’s voice echoed in Bai Yu’s mind, causing her to jump a bit.
“You’re awake?”
“Yeah, it’s a strange feeling, like being pinned down by a ghost. My mind is clear, but I can’t control my body. Overall, it’s a terrible experience.”
“This is a yin marriage, and Lu Liangting is being used as the groom.”
“He’s the groom? Then where’s the bride?”
“The bride…” Bai Yu glanced towards the dark mountains in the back, “I suspect she’s coming from the back mountain.”
She had always struggled to understand the connection between the back village and the front village. The danger felt minor here compared to what lurked in the back, and now she was almost sure—something dreadful was slowly consuming this place.
Moreover, she sensed that the evil spirits in the back mountains wanted to come out—not to just emerge, but to escape.
These two evil gods were manipulating everything in the front village, weakening some unknown thing, and if they succeeded, maybe they could break free from the back mountain.
As Bai Yu stood on the rooftop with Zhao Mingyue, the furious ghosts in the courtyard had finally noticed her. These were no ordinary wax corpses; they were boss-level threats.
One ghost leaped from more than five meters away, lunging toward her with a foul stench.
It let out a low, hoarse growl, its mouth sealed with wax, yet it came with undeniable menace.
Living a miserable life under the control of the evil gods, these poor souls couldn’t find peace even in d*ath. Just like the old lady from East Village, their hostility was fueled by the deepest grievances.
A vengeful shriek echoed as Bai Yu gripped her bl**d-thread kn*fe tightly, immediately piercing through the open mouth of the approaching wax corpse, the blade emerging from its skull.
As she withdrew her kn*fe, she kicked another wax corpse off balance and then sprang back into the air, landing a powerful kick to a third corpse’s chin.
The wax corpse stumbled back, and Bai Yu landed gracefully, ready to strike again.
With a sickening crack, she severed the corpse’s legs, then sliced through its midsection and decapitated it.
She’d managed to fend off three fierce wax corpses, but it took her effort, stepping back to regain her composure.
The bl**d-thread kn*fe continued to churn in her hand, reforming into a long blade after a moment’s struggle.
These wax corpses were tough—if the average wax corpse was like plastic, then these three were stone!
Zhao Mingyue’s body had limits, and despite its enhancements, it wasn’t nearly as strong as one would hope. If she wanted to slash through these corpses, she needed to focus her strength on the kn*fe itself.
But the more precise control she exerted, the more fragile the blade seemed—as if it lacked resilience.
With each strike, she felt pain in her own body. After all, the bl**d thread was part of her, a crucial piece of her existence.
The people behind her couldn’t help but be stunned by the display of power. They marveled at the gap between them and her.
But once they remembered that this sword-wielding warrior was likely who they thought it was, they felt somewhat reassured.
“This is unbelievable! Doctor, didn’t think I’d run into you here! How’s life as a woman?” a voice boomed, followed by a punch that sent a fierce ghost flying.
“I’ve always wanted to spar with you, but the chance never arose.”
Just as the words left her mouth, a bl**d-thread blade shot toward her with a perfect angle aimed right at her.
The enemy, almost instinctually, dodged just in time, but the blade narrowly missed and shattered the floor beneath it, turning into tiny threads that disappeared into the ground.
If she had just relied on her instinct to dodge, she would have been caught.
“Just kidding! Not right now for sparring!”
Cursing under her breath, she focused back on the enemies, not daring to provoke Bai Yu anymore.
Bai Yu landed lightly and glanced around.
She wasn’t looking for Lu Liangting—she wanted to know if the idol was somewhere inside.
Selecting a secluded little building, she raced over with purpose.
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