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More than thirty miles outside White Ridge City was a large river called Wu Shui. Even during daytime, the area around the Witch Waters had always been as dark as the night, as if the entire river was melted by the endless darkness, wrapped in a sphere of cold and hazy black ink, and the sun could never be seen.
Legend has it that this river was originally called Redwater. 200 years ago, when the world heard that the god corpse was about to die, its ancestral blood dyed the entire river red. In just a single night, thousands of miles of rivers were filled with resentment, giving birth to a large number of fish spirits and water ghosts. Ordinary people who approached this place would have their souls sucked away, like walking corpses.
For the past two hundred years, countless warriors had been killed by their enemies and thrown into the witch's water, because once they died, their soul and body would be devoured by the fish spirit and water ghost. This was the most miserable way of dying in the Profound Heaven Continent.
There were also the corpse of extremely powerful warriors in the Witch Water. These corpses were fished out by demonic cultivators to be refined into Corpse Spirits with unparalleled combat power.
Most of them had already rotted away, and only a few were still intact. Accompanied by the creepy noise of the waves, even the veteran corpse pickers knew that this was the terrifying sound of fish spirits and water ghosts eating the corpses.
On the boat stood an old man and a young girl. On the bow of the boat, there was a stick of incense that was half burnt, like a weak ghost flame, flickering in and out of light. This was a common method used by Corpsemancer.
The old man held a bamboo pole that was more than ten meters long. He flicked it and a complete corpse was thrown onto the boat. This was the work of a corpse salvager. At this moment, seven corpses had already been collected on the boat.
”Little girl Zi Xuan, just give up. We've already been searching for six hours. That brat must have already been buried in a fish belly. If you don't go back, we'll both be feeding the water ghost. It's not worth it for the sake of that heartless brat!” Seeing that there was only a small piece of the soul repelling incense left, the old man frowned.
The old man was called Song Fugui, and he had been in Witch Water for several decades, so he could be considered one of the best Corpsemancer. If it was someone else who had stayed in Witch Water for six hours without returning, they would have long become food for the fish spirits and water ghosts. With his vast experience, Song Fugui had avoided the dangerous ghost mist a few times, but even so, he was still exhausted.
Song Zixuan frowned slightly, ”Big brother Zhou Qing must have been wronged. Grandfather, big brother Zhou Qing has done us a great favor. Even if no one believes in him, we must still believe in him.”
”Sigh …” Song Fugui unhappily threw out the bamboo pole again, and with a tap on the back of the corpse in the water, the corpse turned over, revealing a ghastly pale face that was half-bitten. Song Fugui looked at it, and shook his head in disappointment.
Song Fugui also had his own plans. With young Zhou becoming famous, he had already become a Mage, and his physical body was the best material for refining Corpse Ghosts.
”Big brother Zhou Qing is so powerful, even if his cultivation is crippled, a normal fish spirit or water ghost wouldn't be able to eat him. I can't let big brother Zhou Qing die without even finding his corpse.”
Song Zixuan leaned on the bow of the ship, letting the bone-piercing, cold mist hit her delicate little face. Her beautiful, starry eyes stared unblinkingly at the corpse of Wu Shui, her expression resolute.
Zhou Qing was the eldest son of the Zhou family, and was the future head of the Zhou family. He was a peerless genius of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, opening the spirit at the age of eight and condensing the soul at the age of eleven. However, he had destroyed his own future. Seven days ago, he had been proven to have raped and killed the direct disciple of the Crimson Nimbus Sect, Bai Su. His brother, Zhou Xuan Lang, and his fiancee, Lan Mingzhu of the Lan family had personally confirmed that Zhou Qing had long been possessed.
He only wanted to shatter Zhou Qing's spirit bone, cripple his cultivation, and hand him over to the Zhou Family. Zhou Xuan Lang, in order to preserve the reputation of the Zhou Family, had expelled Zhou Qing from the Zhou Family yesterday and threw him into the water.
The fact that Adept Great Sun had announced these things to the world was an indisputable fact.
Suddenly, Song Zixuan's almond-shaped eyes lit up as she saw a figure floating in the water. She would never forget that familiar figure.
”Grandfather, quick, let's row through!” I think I saw Big Brother Zhou Qing! ”Hurry up!” Song Zixuan shouted excitedly.
A moment later, Song Fugui had picked up the corpse on the boat. When Song Zixuan saw the pale and handsome face in the water, she felt her heart ache and tears began to fall.
”Eh? This kid is still breathing! ” Song Fugui probed the veins on Zhou Qing's neck, and there were faint undulations.
”He didn't die!” Song Zixuan's pretty face was covered in tears as she exclaimed in surprise, her eyes flashing with hope.
”So what if he's not dead? He had lost his spirit bone and his cultivation had been crippled. At most, he would not live more than a day. ”Little girl, how about this, we can refine him into a painless Corpse King so that Zhou Qing can always be by your side. We won't treat him unfairly, it can be considered repaying your gratitude.” Song Fugui sneered, ”The Celestial Sect biting their own dog, but sent the best materials to Grandpa. Grandpa's Five Ghost Generals, there are already four of them, and they are just one step away from becoming a Grand Perfection Magician King. At that time, as long as you and I don't come into contact with those old monsters from the Celestial Sect, we will be able to rule the world and reappear to the glory of the ancestor god corpses.”
”Grandfather, we owe a life and death debt. Two years ago, we met the Three-eyed Demon Toad at the Azure Flower Mountain. If not for Big Brother Zhou Qing killing that demon, we would have been eaten a long time ago.” Song Zixuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she glanced at Song Fugui, ”At that time, even your elder was beaten until he vomited blood.”
Song Fugui felt a bit awkward when he heard that someone had vomited blood.
”And grandfather has always said that we must be clear about our gratitude and grudges. Since he did not die, isn't this the chance to repay our gratitude?” Song Zixuan's spirited eyes were full of hope as she looked at Song Fugui.
”He already can't live. In the Profound Heaven Continent, individual strength is always respected, regardless of whether it is the Immortal Sect or the Demons, if they want to become strong, they have to use spirit bones as a medium to give birth to mana. Zhou Qing's spirit bone is said to be a Grade Nine Heavenly Bone, and spirit bones are like the other heart of a person. Furthermore, after he does such a shameful thing, even if he comes back to life, there will be no place for him in this world. ” Song Fugui shook his head.
Song Zixuan looked at Zhou Qing, whose body was ice-cold and whose aura was gradually weakening. Her beautiful eyes became misty, and she couldn't help but think back to the terrifying scene of annihilating the entire Niu Family Village two years ago.
That day, it had rushed into the village of Niu Village at the foot of the mountain and slaughtered many humans. The grandfather and grandson had been among those two, and his grandfather had not hesitated to reveal his identity as a corpse refiner in order to protect him. However, he had gone all out, and was still severely injured, and was about to be eaten by the Three-eyed Poisonous Toad.
Just when Song Zixuan was at her most helpless, a figure descended from the sky. Like an immortal that had descended to the mortal world, the figure stood in front of her, blocking the Three-eyed Poisonous Toad.
”Don't be afraid. With me here, nothing will happen.”
Zhou Qing gave her a sunny smile, a smile without any impurities. It brought her an unprecedented sense of security, making it so that Song Zixuan would never forget it.
Zhou Qing and the Three-Eyed Demon Toad fought intensely for more than half a day. Their bodies were heavily injured, and the poison seeped into their bodies.