The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 108 - 93 The Stench of Corpses at Night

Chapter 108: Chapter 93 The Stench of Corpses at Night

p.m. at night.

Li Yi, who had just returned home, was now using the White Bone Temple Cultivation Skill; this was his second time utilizing this technique.

At this moment, he could feel his body frantically absorbing the pure cosmic energy from within the Sword Coin. This cultivation skill, combined with the damaged Sword Coin, significantly boosted Li Yi’s evolution speed once again. It’s important to note that even after unlocking Spirit Medium, his evolution speed had slowed down despite the support from the damaged Mysterious Object.

But now, Li Yi felt as if he had returned to the time of his first cultivation session.

If things continued like this, he had a premonition that he could open the gate to inspiration and become a Cultivator of the inspiration realm in no more than a month.

However, tonight, an uninvited guest arrived in the old neighborhood where Li Yi resided.

A sinister figure stood motionless in the center of the neighborhood at this moment. The person’s posture was rigid, their gaze dull and darkened, their whole body exuded the stench of death, devoid of any living person’s vitality. Yet, this very person was now twisting their stiff neck, seemingly surveying the surroundings, searching for something.

Due to the presence of this person, the neighborhood was filled with a faint odor of decay, and this scent lingered persistently, clinging to everyone’s nose like flesh-eating maggots, provoking a feeling of nausea and disgust.

Many residents in the neighborhood were still awake; they could smell this odor, but not one dared to come out to investigate. They wouldn’t even dare to poke their heads out of their windows, instead quickly shutting and locking their doors and windows tight, turning off the lights, and keeping quiet, not daring to let curiosity lead them to seek out the source of the foul smell.

Another moment passed.

The eerie figure’s twisting neck came to a halt, and a face devoid of blood and filled with the pall of death turned towards the residential building where Li Yi lived.

Perhaps it had determined its target.

Once again, the figure started moving, taking heavy, rigid steps into the building’s stairwell.

"Step, step, step!"

The muted footsteps echoed in the dim, cramped stairwell.

As this figure arrived, the scent of decay inside the building grew denser. Li Yi, who was meditating on the third floor, also noticed the smell, but he didn’t pay it any mind, as he was immersed in his cultivation and thus somewhat insensitive to his surroundings. As a result, he quickly dismissed this unusual odor of decay.

Meanwhile, at the same time.

The door to the room where Li Yi’s parents’ medical pods were kept opened without any apparent cause, slowly revealing a crack. Through this slit, an intense darkness was visible, as though it were a thick fog, it rapidly streamed out.

The darkness covered the floor, flooded the living room, and enveloped the entire house.

Li Yi was completely unaware of these changes.

Soon.

The footsteps echoing in the stairwell came to a stop.

The sinister figure was now standing motionless in front of the door to Li Yi’s house.

"Paying back debts is a matter of principle," said the figure, its voice hoarse and its tone peculiar, as if a fierce ghost was whispering in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Open, door."

When the words "open door" were uttered, the door to Li Yi’s house began to tremble violently as if influenced by some unknown force.

It was as if many invisible people were forcefully slamming against the door, trying to burst it open.

Li Yi’s house door, already weakened by previous damage from Ning Wu and her group, was merely patched up with wooden boards. He had not intended to repair it, instead planning to stay a few more days in the old district before spending money to find another place to move out of this area. He could never have imagined that in such a short time span, two different groups would come to his house.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The old door shook violently, utterly incapable of withstanding the force of the impacts.

Soon.

With a creaking noise, the door opened.

The moment the door opened.

A cold breeze gushed out from within, scattering much of the stench of decay in the stairwell. Meanwhile, the streetlights near the building and the lights in the neighboring houses, as if disturbed by something, began to flicker erratically.

For some reason, the eerie figure standing at the door unexpectedly retreated a few steps.

This figure seemed to sense an unusual presence inside Li Yi’s home.

But after a brief moment of hesitation, the figure still entered Li Yi’s home with stiff steps, advancing slowly.

The interior of Li Yi’s house was completely dark, like an abyss, causing palpitations, as if anyone who ventured inside would be swallowed up, disappearing from this world forever.

The sinister figure had now melded into the darkness, vanishing from the stairwell.

However, as soon as this figure stepped inside, the door that had just opened creaked once more, pushed by a sudden cold breeze, and closed again.

Everything around returned to silence as quiet as death, and even the putrid smell that had drifted around the neighborhood quickly vanished, as if nothing had happened at all.

Strangely enough.

Such a sinister figure had simply walked into Li Yi’s house, yet Li Yi, who was cultivating in his room, had not noticed anything at all. From beginning to end, he had not heard the slightest sound nor felt any abnormalities. On the contrary, he was meditating with a peaceful heart, still immersed in the pleasure of evolution.

At that moment,

The strange figure stood stiffly in the middle of the living room, and its rigid neck once again turned slightly.

This time, the person looked up at the ceiling.

There were still some Fist Marks and Palm Marks left on the ceiling from when Li Yi had been practicing earlier, but at this moment, these Fist Marks and Palm Marks were oozing blood continuously. This blood was thick and foul-smelling, and in just moments, the entire wall was covered.

The eerie figure did not pay any attention, instead, its neck made a creaking noise as it turned halfway to look in another direction in the living room.

That place was also shrouded in darkness, but within that darkness emerged three pale, bloodless faces. The three faces had a dead stare, yet they also exuded an indescribable resentment and ferocity, staring intently at the unexpected guest who reeked of corpse odor. If Li Yi had been there, he would have recognized them immediately; they were Zhao Jingqiao, Cai Jianming, and Qian Kai, the people who had caused trouble for him before.

However, now, none of them looked like living people; it seemed as if they had been controlled by some mysterious force and had become puppets.

Suddenly,

These three pale figures charged out from the darkness with unbelievable speed and surprising strength, their powers seemingly much stronger than when they were alive.

Like Evil Ghosts pouncing on their prey,

In just one encounter,

The strange figure was torn to pieces, its broken limbs spreading a rich stench of decay.

"Walking Corpse... flesh and blood?"

At this moment, a hoarse voice echoed in the dark environment. On the torn corpse, a transparent figure slowly drifted out. This figure was quite peculiar; although it looked ethereal, it was clad in Armor, holding a spear, wearing an iron helmet, and its eyes emitted a faint green glow.

It resembled an underworld ghost soldier, as well as an evil ghost on the battlefield.

The body was merely a shell for this ghost soldier to walk in this world, and even if it was destroyed, it made no difference.

The three pale-faced people stared again at the ghost soldier, the color in their lifeless eyes full of undiminished resentment and ferocity, and without any hesitation, they charged again.

Yet the ghost soldier was not at all flustered. Swinging its spear, the darkness in the living room seemed to be stirred up, and a terrible power erupted from the spear. In just one encounter, the three people rushing towards the ghost soldier were flung away.

They fell to the ground, their bodies twisted into strange shapes, their bones shattered innumerably in that instant.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

Immediately afterward, the three pale figures twisted their bodies oddly, the collision of broken bones making a crisp sound. In just four or five seconds, they stood up again, their bodies apparently stitched by the darkness around them, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Without waiting for their wounds to fully heal, the three once again lunged at the ghost soldier like Evil Ghosts.

The ghost soldier roared in anger—the spear in its hand suddenly ignited with a flame that was deep green, resembling the Ghost Fire of the underworld, capable of scorching fierce ghosts.

The spear was swung again.

As the three were struck and flew away, their bodies were also ignited by that ghastly Ghost Fire, burning fiercely.

Their pale flesh melted like wax in heat, seemingly about to vanish completely.

But the surrounding darkness enveloped them, swallowing the three pale figures and the flames engulfing them, quickly disappearing from sight, never to appear again.

"There must be a debt owner for every grievance... Li Yi, Li Yi, where are you?" the ghost soldier’s hoarse voice echoed, like a soul-reaping envoy, calling out to someone’s name.

This call had a bizarre magic to it, compelling an involuntary response.

However, before the ghost soldier could call out a few times, this strange voice abruptly ceased.

Because in the darkness behind the ghost soldier, a cold pale slender hand reached out and rested on its shoulder,

The ghost soldier stiffened all over at that moment.

Beneath the iron helmet, a mummified face suddenly showed a look of fear.

But before the ghost soldier could react,

In the next moment,

The hand behind pulled the ghost soldier backward, vanishing into the darkness in the blink of an eye, completely disappearing from view.

As the ghost soldier vanished, the darkness in the living room quickly dissipated, and soon all traces were gone without a trace.

In just ten-odd seconds, everything had returned to calm.

Meanwhile, in another room, the slightly ajar door closed slowly with a gust of wind.

In the living room, the light that had been extinguished now lit up again.

In the dim light, on the nearby wall, the outlines of three vague figures could still be seen. Within these three indistinct silhouettes, three sets of eyes seemed to cast forth, faint yet full of malice and ferocity, staring in the direction of the door, unsettling and creepy.

Yet of all these happenings, Li Yi, still deep in cultivation, knew nothing.