Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 224 - 180: This Damn Curiosity (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 224: Chapter 180: This Damn Curiosity (Please Subscribe)

Murong, who had been frightened by Duan Yun, was already pale, but now he turned even paler.

Duan Yun knew he was not usually faint-hearted, to be scared to this extent, there really might be ghosts.

"Are you sure?" asked Duan Yun.

A gust of wind blew, causing the recently ignited fire in the room to sway left and right as if the creepy old temple was indeed about to produce ghosts.

Murong thought about the fact that he was next to Old Demon Duan, feared by everyone, and he himself was revered as Murong Hero; there was no reason to be too afraid.

So he calmed himself down and swam back in a backstroke posture, sticking to the ground.

If Duan Yun had not known that he had this ability to ’swim on land’, he might have mistaken him for a ghost.

Murong swam back to where he had originally been lying, looking up nervously.

Duan Yun noticed, that spot was right between the branches and the roof.

The branch piercing through the roof was as thick as a python, with a few dark green vines hanging on it, looking quite ominous.

Murong suddenly froze, evidently the ghost he saw earlier had disappeared.

Right, it’s not like a ghost would just sit there waiting for people.

The next moment, Murong almost jumped up.

Duan Yun moved swiftly, sliding next to Murong and looking up.

A ghastly white face suddenly appeared before their eyes.

The features of the face were blurred, so much so that it was hard to even consider it human.

In this dim environment, among the spaces of the branches, it looked like it was sinisterly watching you, very horrifying.

The next moment, the face withdrew back.

Even Duan Yun, possessing a heroic spirit, got goosebumps.

In the wilderness, in an old temple on a stormy night, the face disappeared suddenly but the horror continued to intensify.

Suddenly, the face appeared again, and it felt as if its whole body was diving down, snake-like, about to pounce on Murong.

Murong, terrified, his scalp tingling, unsheathed the Green Moon Saber with a buzz!

The rotating blade, like a flowing ribbon, instantly shattered the rooftop along with that branch.

Among the flying wood chips and tiles, the "person" fell down.

No, more than one fell down.

More than one ghost!

The blade wind continued to spin, and these "people" spun with it, circling around them, just like the rumored ghosts.

Duan Yun and Murong were both frightened.

Indeed, whether it was Murong, the old riverside, or Duan Yun, the novice, neither had seen a real ghost!

It was their first encounter, no wonder they were scared.

Seeing these blurry-faced ghosts floating closer, Duan Yu and Murong instinctively chose to attack.

"Sixteen Strange Fist!"

Almost at the same time, behind Duan Yun, a double ponytail girl in a blue cheongsam, the Dharma Image, appeared.

The Sixteen Strange Fist punched out along with the Dharma Image, the fist wind howling, the surrounding air swirling like water.

Thunderous like rolling thunder, the walls along with the windows shattered.

Murong, with his green hair fluttering and blade buzzing incessantly, also glowing a tragic green.

Just as he was about to strike with the green saber, Duan Yun suddenly said, "Wait!"

"Huh?"

Since throwing that punch, and with the double ponytail female boxer Dharma Image appearing behind him, Duan Yun calmed down quite a bit.

These ghosts were blown away by his fist power, one already torn apart.

But from beginning to end, they did not make any sound or even attempt to retaliate, almost like inanimate objects.

If ghosts do not harm people, then they are not so frightening.

If they were prettier, you might even think more about them.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many scholars writing romance stories about humans and ghosts.

Moments later, Duan Yun used the saber to pick up a "ghost" and brought it back.

In the flickering firelight, they finally saw what this "ghost" looked like.

This "ghost" wasn’t pretty; it was bald with not a single hair.

The firelight shone on it, making its entire body along with its face look much more transparent.

Murong, mustering his courage, picked up this "ghost" and felt it as light as nothing, couldn’t help saying, "A human skin?"

Yes, from this perspective, it really looked like a piece of human skin.

The head that had appeared and then disappeared might have been caused by being blown by the wind.

Now, as the wind blew, its whole body floated up, those eyes that seemed merely a layer of black membrane appeared to be watching you with ill intent.

Duan Yun felt this thing was incredibly eerie.

Later, when he retrieved the remaining few skins, an even stranger event occurred.

Apart from the skin shattered by the fist power, the remaining four pieces of skin seemed to be carved from the same mold.

"It can’t be a quadruplet, all flayed, can it?" Murong quipped.

Duan Yun, muttering to himself, said, "It feels a bit like snake shedding its skin."

Murong looked carefully for a while and said, "You really shouldn’t say it, this thing..."

Yes, these pieces of skin looked dull, not quite like human skin, indeed somewhat resembled snake shedding.

If this is the skin shed by a person, then it also explains why they look so alike.

But how can a person shed skin like a snake?

Duan Yun couldn’t help asking, "Have you ever heard of such a skin shedding cultivation technique in the Martial World?"

Murong shook his head, "Never heard of it, could it be some kind of disease?"

"A skin disease?"

Even Murong, an old riverside hand, couldn’t recall any rumors about humans shedding skin.