Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 879 - 428: Back from the Dead_2

Chapter 879: Chapter 428: Back from the Dead_2

The Grave Master’s originally lifeless eyes suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, like two blazing suns burning in their sockets.

Immediately afterward, his body exploded.

The next second, an enormous skeletal head appeared out of thin air in front of Jiang Shouzhong and Fang Zishang.

The skeletal head eerily stared at them, and from its hollow eyes spewed fierce flames.

The flames, like two ferocious fire serpents, lunged towards them, distorting and warping the air as they passed, a wave of scorching heat rushing forward.

Jiang Shouzhong dodged the flames, and taking advantage of the skeletal head’s pause in spitting fire, he leapt high, swinging the Seven Kills Blade down on it.

However, the blade striking the skeletal head rang out with a clanging sound, as if slashing against hard metal, leaving only a shallow white mark.

"Kid, move aside! This old thing’s head is so hard, your feeble scholar’s strength isn’t even enough to scratch it!"

Fang Zishang flashed forward, muscles taut, gripping a giant sword tightly with both hands, shouting, "Sky Cutting!"

The giant sword, wrapped in astounding power, struck the top of the skeletal head.

The skeletal head was violently shaken.

A noticeable crack appeared on the top, with wisps of black smoke slowly seeping out from it.

"Your swordsmanship has improved quite a bit, but unfortunately..."

The skeletal head suddenly opened its massive mouth, and a thick black mist, almost substantial, gushed out like a surging tide, instantly engulfing Fang Zishang.

Fang Zishang’s body flew uncontrollably backward, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

But before the skeletal head could continue its attack, a strong sense of crisis arose.

It looked up to the sky, only to see an enormous fist, burning with flames, descending straight down from the sky!

The fist tore through the fog clouds with overwhelming force.

The scorching light shone down like intense sunlight, painting the entire space a vivid red.

"Is this..."

For the first time, the skeletal head’s voice revealed shock and fear.

It wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Boom—

The fist slammed solidly onto the top of the skeletal head.

The powerful impact drove the skeletal head like a cannonball, boring straight into the ground, with countless clouds of dust rising up, forming a dense curtain of dust.

Immediately after, the skull collapsed directly.

A large amount of black mist furiously poured out from the cracked bone, accompanied by a piercing scream of anguish.

Fang Zishang’s eyes widened in disbelief, muttering, "Is this kid that incredible?"

"You Tan, save me~~"

The Grave Master let out a heart-wrenching cry for help.

However, all around was silent, with no response.

As the flames spread, the skeletal head was gradually burned into a pile of ashes, and the desperate wailing disappeared into the air along with it.

The remaining paper figures around, after the Grave Master’s demise, turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

The ancient mansion’s buildings quickly aged in a gust of eerie wind, and soon the entire mansion dissipated into wisps of sand in the wind, as if it never existed.

Jiang Shouzhong knelt half on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Kid, you got some skills!"

The big man laughed heartily, stepping forward and heavily patting Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder with his fan-like hand.

His gaze inadvertently glanced towards the high platform, surprised as he said, "Huh? Who’s that woman?"

Jiang Shouzhong looked up at the high platform.

He discovered a dilapidated palanquin on the platform, its curtains tattered and fluttering in the wind.

And sitting inside the palanquin was Jiang Yi, her delicate head gently leaning against the palanquin’s wall, her eyes closed, her face slightly pale, clearly having fallen into a coma.

Jiang Shouzhong’s heart surged with joy, and he hurriedly went forward.

"Ms. Jiang?"

Jiang Shouzhong gently nudged the woman’s shoulder.

Jiang Yi gradually awoke, her eyes filled with confusion, staring blankly for a good while before looking around and weakly asking, "Where is this?"

Seeing that the woman was unharmed, Jiang Shouzhong sighed in relief and briefly recounted what had happened.

When mentioning "Jiang Erliang", Jiang Shouzhong recalled the mysterious bride who had taken Jiang Erliang away earlier, and couldn’t help but worry.

He turned to look at Fang Zishang, who was squatting in front of the Grave Master’s ashes, seemingly studying something, and asked, "The Grave Master is dead. Can we still find that bride named You Tan?"

"Yes, definitely."

Fang Zishang grinned, took a wine gourd from his waist, grabbed a handful of the Grave Master’s ashes and sprinkled them into the gourd, then shook it vigorously and drank it in one gulp.

Jiang Shouzhong watched and couldn’t help but wince.

He had thought the monsters in this place were abnormal; these living people were also abnormal.

"Puff—"

Fang Zishang spat out the ash-laden wine, and waved his long sword.

Countless particle-sized droplets floated in the air, shimmering with diamond-like brilliance. Then, like a transparent veil, they extended towards the darkness.

"Kid, would you like to go with me to find You Tan?"

Fang Zishang turned and asked.

Of course, definitely going.

Jiang Shouzhong glanced at Jiang Yi beside him, seeing her in a weak and powerless state, even walking seemed extremely difficult. He bent down and said, "I’ll carry you. It’s not safe to stay here."

Jiang Yi didn’t resist, and lay on Jiang Shouzhong’s back.

Jiang Shouzhong supported her legs.

At the point of contact, through the thin silk stockings, he could clearly feel the softness of her skin and a slight warmth.

Jiang Yi lay on Jiang Shouzhong’s back, speaking with concern, "Erliang won’t be in trouble, will he?"

Jiang Shouzhong tilted his head, "Are you worried about Erliang or your sister?"

Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment, then didn’t speak again but silently wrapped her hands around the man’s neck, her warm breath gently spraying on his nape.

Jiang Shouzhong carried her, following Fang Zishang.

Fang Zishang glanced at Jiang Yi and said with a smile:

"It’s your luck, kid. If you had come a few two-hours later, your woman would have turned into a skeleton, and saving her would be impossible. Well, saving her is possible, but..."

Fang Zishang showed some sorrow on his face, paused for a while, then continued, "But whether she would recognize you is another matter."

Jiang Shouzhong asked curiously, "Listening to what the Grave Master said earlier, are you trying to resurrect your wife?"

Fang Zishang didn’t hide anything and said:

"Thirteen years ago, my wife passed away. I heard that Qixiang Island has a sacrificial secret technique that can bring back the dead, so I brought her body and came here, inquiring all the way to this ghostly place."

Speaking of this, a trace of pain and regret flashed across Fang Zishang’s face, he paused and then continued:

"But that You Tan told me that death means death; there’s no way to resurrect, unless it’s a demon that can come back to life using that method.

I didn’t believe it, so I secretly entered the forbidden area to perform the sacrificial secret technique on my wife. Unfortunately, I was discovered during the ritual and was driven out."

Fang Zishang’s eyes were full of hatred, he clenched his fist:

"I saw them trying to dispose of my wife’s body, and to ensure the ritual could proceed smoothly, I hastily destroyed the hidden door.

At that time, I thought if I could buy some time, maybe I could complete the ritual. But who knew that once the hidden door closed, it couldn’t be opened again quickly.

Neither I nor others could get in, unless it was during the lunar eclipse night that occurs once every three years."

Fang Zishang sighed deeply:

"I was forced to leave there first, planning to look for my wife on the night of the lunar eclipse. But You Tan, that vile woman, hid the sacrificial land, and I couldn’t find it on this island no matter what.

She also said my wife couldn’t be resurrected, the ritual couldn’t succeed.

But once, I distinctly heard my wife’s cries for help, then I realized, my wife must have successfully resurrected. It’s just that You Tan imprisoned her!"

Speaking of this, Fang Zishang’s eyes burned with anger, a dense aura of hostility radiated from him, swirling around him as if substantial.

"Can the dead really be resurrected?"

Jiang Yi murmured softly.

Fang Zishang spun around sharply, glaring at her, and said loudly, "What? Even you don’t believe my wife was resurrected!?"

Seeing the other’s sudden emotional outburst, Jiang Shouzhong explained:

"She isn’t talking about your wife, but her sister. Her sister was resurrected through the Saint Buddha relic."

Fang Zishang squinted at Jiang Yi, snorted:

"Saint Buddha? Hmph, nothing but a demon. Clearly failed ascension, yet still claimed to voluntarily give up ascension. What a joke! And the so-called relic is nothing but a demon fetus."