The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 223 - 170 Incomprehensible Bizarre_3

Chapter 223: Chapter 170 Incomprehensible Bizarre_3

This existence must be eliminated.

Just as Meng Changfeng was about to turn around and leave, a bizarre sound suddenly made him stop in his tracks,

Behind him on the ground, a series of bone-colliding sounds erupted, followed by the eerie female corpse inexplicably restoring itself rapidly. Then it stood up unscathed. Its pale, numb face still bore a weird smile that chilled one’s heart.

"Why aren’t you dead yet?"

The Yin God, Meng Changfeng, who had lived for five hundred years, roared with an inexplicable unease in his heart, eager to strike again.

However, as he turned around and just lifted his fist, his entire body suddenly stiffened, followed by fear that sprang from the bottom of his heart.

In front of him, Ghost Street was filled with dense figures, as far as the eye could see, there appeared to be no end, and every figure was identical—all were that ghastly pale female, each with a smile, their hollow, numb eyes fixed on him.

Above in the sky, instead of blood, what now fell were drops of foul-smelling Corpse Water.

Looking up again, he saw that the sky above was filled with countless corpses. These bodies were interwoven together, forming an endless sky, and each corpse varied in form; there were old men, children, women, some dressed in long robes, others naked. Some twisted in pain with their mouths agape, while some corpses even bore a happy smile.

Such a scene had surpassed the knowledge of this five-hundred-year-old Yin God.

Even Meng Changfeng couldn’t help but continuously retreat, feeling his scalp tingle: "You, you naturally evil thing, how many people have you killed..."

However, the only response he received was countless pale faces with smiles and those pairs of hollow eyes.

With such a multitude of eerie females, even if Meng Changfeng, the Yin God, plowed through killing, he would not know how long it would take to finish them all.

Moreover, Meng Changfeng felt that Ghost Street was becoming more and more wrong now.

At first, he hadn’t noticed, but now, Ghost Street had completely changed its appearance, not a single familiar thing could be found anymore, he seemed to have unknowingly been drawn into an unknown world, even the ten ghost soldiers originally beside him had inexplicably diminished by several.

"Ghost soldiers, follow me, and let’s break out of here. We can’t sit here waiting to die." Meng Changfeng steadied his mind and roared, stirring up a gale.

He wanted to lead the remaining ghost soldiers in a fight to return to Ghost Street.

However, not a single ghost soldier responded to him, all the remaining ghost soldiers stood frozen in place, motionless. Behind each ghost soldier stood an eerie female with a pale arm covered in corpse spots resting on the soldier’s shoulder, as if their life was being drained away.

Yet the horror did not stop. On the street, one eerie female after another reached out towards Meng Changfeng, slowly walking towards him, seemingly also wanting to rest her hand on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Meng Changfeng could not help but retreat a few more steps.

But soon, he felt he bumped into something and stopped.

Turning around, Meng Changfeng’s eyes suddenly narrowed, only to see behind him stood a dense, endless crowd of people, each with a sinister smile, gazing at him.

He could not believe that such horrifying things could happen in this world, he swung his fists, wanting to carve out a bloody path.

However, no matter how Meng Changfeng killed, the people around him were still too numerous to count, and it seemed that as time passed, their numbers were still increasing.

Despair and fear sprouted in his heart.

Meng Changfeng’s Fist Intent shattered at that moment; he bellowed, seeking a way out, but what met him instead was a bizarre crowd enough to swallow him whole,

As numerous arms rested on his shoulders, everything abruptly came to a halt.

Ghost Street once again returned to quietness.