Chapter 316: Chapter 280: One-Hit Kill

The village is old and quiet, with simple wooden stilt houses, thatched roofs, and some small iron sheds scattered disorderly on the shaded side of the mountain.

Sang Que carefully steps in. At first glance, the village does seem abandoned, but there are many scattered red threads around, indicating there is still a barrier here.

The sensation of a fluttering heart grows stronger, like a child longing for its mother, impatiently.

Holding a knife, Sang Que follows the guidance of her heart, traversing through the village, slowly approaching the direction, being cautious not to alarm anyone.

As she crosses more red threads, Sang Que discovers a large amount of bloodstains and decaying corpses in some houses within the village.

Crying voices come from a small iron shed outside, all female. Some whisper ’mom and dad’ in Chinese, while others plead in Southern Ocean languages.

When Sang Que reached the outside of the iron shed, the crying ceased, leaving only a large bloodstain inside.

Continuing to traverse the village, the cries and cursing male voices in Southern Ocean languages become more frequent.

As Sang Que crawls under a red thread through the window of a stilt house, a female corpse suspended by red threads comes into view, with a familiar shen kan below, and inside it is a gold-painted baby corpse.

Face-to-face, the baby corpse notices Sang Que, suddenly opens its eyes, and lets out a piercing cry.

The cry is accompanied by the sudden red lighting outside, countless red threads stretch out from the windows, doors, roof, and floorboards, rushing toward Sang Que.

These red threads are identical to those in her Ghost Realm.

Sang Que leaps forward, kicks that shen kan flying, and before the contents land, she chops down with a knife.

The child statue splits in two upon hitting the ground; the knife is just an ordinary blade, damaging the baby corpse that carries Golden Child’s power, which turns into a dark infant shadow, crying as it crawls away.

Sang Que turns to glare, the red threads freeze around her, unable to get even a bit closer.

At the heart’s position, red blood threads slowly ooze out, sinisterly dancing.

As if brainwaves had tuned to the same frequency, the dense mass of red threads surrounding her retreats like a tide, revealing several sinister Flying Heads at the windows and doors, from which those red threads had extended, resembling tentacles.

“My child, you’ve come back on your own.”

A woman’s voice, Southern Ocean language, Sang Que unexpectedly understood this sentence.

At this moment, she didn’t focus on the danger outside, but rather had a disruptive thought arise.

Having fused with a Nanyang Golden Boy, she could understand Southern Ocean languages, which made her wonder—if she were to find a ghost from the Beautiful Country, would she suddenly understand English, and even pass exams?

Thinking this, Sang Que’s eyes shone in the dark.

The Flying Heads outside spread to the sides as a middle-aged woman, dressed in traditional Southern attire, looking regal and noble, approaches and stands outside, looking at Sang Que through the window.

The middle-aged woman just assumed Sang Que was possessed by the Golden Child sent to Huaxia, returning home.

At this moment, catching sight of Sang Que’s eyes filled with murderous intent, the middle-aged woman’s heart trembles, immediately shouting in Southern Ocean language.

“Kill her!”

Sang Que’s face remains expressionless; her heart has already informed her that this is the ’mother’ the Golden Child seeks, and also the main target she’s been looking for tonight.

Before the Flying Heads around could make a move, a darkness deeper than the night spreads centered on Sang Que, instantly trapping everyone in the village.

This includes the villagers who just escaped back and used their Buddha pendants to break through the barrier and directly return, not one escaped.

The scene turns chaotic. Flying Heads attempt to rush in to bite Sang Que and suck blood, while some normal villagers, armed with hunting guns, aim at Sang Que.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots ring out, smoke billows, and a cluster of red threads breaks through the smoke, instantly wrapping around their guns, flinging them away.

Red threads belonging to Sang Que constantly emerge from the darkness, attacking the villagers trapped in the Ghost Realm and the Flying Heads.

Most villagers are Black Magic Masters, pulling out their various refined Yin Talismans, Little Ghosts, etc., but their powers meet Sang Que and prove to be futile, quickly being bound by Sang Que’s red threads and suspended in mid-air.

One glance, and Sang Que knows this woman has already mastered the Seventh Level Flying Head Technique, her age nearing a century, yet looks only in her thirties or forties, indeed immortal.

As the Ghost Realm unfolds, Sang Que prepares for a kill strike without hesitation, drawing out the Deceitful Bride’s Phoenix Headpin, darting behind the middle-aged woman to stab down.

The Phoenix Headpin activates with Sang Que’s blood, Yin Child and Deceitful Bride simultaneously appear on either side of the woman.

The woman’s neck just turns blood-red transparent, her head doesn’t even have time to fly up before being pierced from the top by the pin, holding her in place.

The Deceitful Bride’s veil descends upon the middle-aged woman.

Yin Child’s Ghost Eye shines, reaching out to place hands on the woman’s abdomen.

Sang Que endures the headache from the Phoenix Headpin, steps back two paces, raises her gun, aiming at the middle-aged woman’s back, and pulls the trigger at close range.

Bang!

The recoil causes the gun barrel to lift slightly, leaving a gaping, bloody hole on the woman’s back; Phoenix Headpin falls to the ground as the middle-aged woman collapses to her knees.

At this moment, the Deceitful Bride’s veil is blown away by a gust of ghostly wind, and the woman’s head along with internal organs flies up, with eerie red threads beneath, seemingly wrapping something.

The woman’s face becomes aged, covered in grooves and spots, screaming at Sang Que with a menacing shout.

“No one can kill me!”

The woman’s Flying Head transforms into a red light, lunging directly toward Sang Que’s face, rendering her utterly unable to resist, helpless but to raise her arm.

The Golden Child Sang Que has merged with is a branch of the Golden Child this woman nurtured, the difference between mother and child, suppression is expected.

Pain shoots through her arm as the woman’s Flying Head bites it, she senses that woman’s mouth is full of those red threads, piercing into her flesh from the teeth tear, rapidly siphoning her blood.

Exactly at the second moment of being bitten, Sang Que’s entire body goes limp, the Recovery power is triggered, Ghost Realm disperses, returning to within the dilapidated stilt house.

Sang Que didn’t die, and the woman’s eyes flash with surprise, as the Yin Child silently appears behind her, decisively thrusting shriveled green hands into those red threads in her viscera, gripping something inside and pulling forcefully.

Like a machine losing its battery, when that object leaves her body, fear fills the woman’s face, she desperately shouts in Southern Ocean language, before dissolving into a pool of blood before Sang Que.

Now truly dead!

In Yin Child’s hand is a fist-sized dried baby corpse, nearly petrified, its entirety dark gold, initially seeming not the least bit sinister, giving off a saint-like aura akin to Shariputra.

Yin Child initially locks onto this object with its Ghost Eye, but the first attempt to dismember failed because it was resisted by something on the middle-aged woman’s body.

Until her head detached from the body, exposing the object, allowing Yin Child to grasp it.

Sang Que, still within a minute-long weakness period, the Yin Child gets bold, opens its mouth wide intending to devour the corpse with lightning speed.

Sang Que glances over, the Yin Child pauses as the action of putting it into its mouth stops, blood-red Ghost Eye revealing a hint of grievance, but ultimately it slowly lowers the corpse.

Waa~~ waa~~

The corpse suddenly seems to come alive, struggling to cry out, but Sang Que, already prepared, lets the Deceitful Bride toss out the veil covering the corpse, silencing the cries abruptly, and the restless aura emerging from underground settles again.

Buried here are not just a few corpses, but many baby spirits. Were the Golden Child truly summoned, tonight would be a night of haunting atop and below the mountain.

Whether this corpse is the original Golden Child entity, Sang Que will know once she gazes upon the middle-aged woman’s body with the Ghost Eye.

However, she recalls the previous words spoken by the woman from the Southern Ocean— as long as people believe in this, worship it, the Golden Child will never disappear; after all, it’s a traditional culture here, challenging to completely eradicate.

The power Sang Que holds now comes from the Golden Child; maybe this isn’t a bad thing for her, and tonight all she needs to do is eliminate this hideout.

Moreover, just the corpses and hunting guns are a significant gain for her.

Though the corpses look odd, change their clothes and bring them to the Deceit Dynasty, quickly turning them into her Zombie Army, an army capable of Flying Head.

Aside from that, the deceased woman surely left behind numerous items at her residence.

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