Chapter 35: Undead Hag (1/2)

Qing Han’s sword was too fast! Neither Yuying nor Yueshen were able to react in time.

He wants to kill me!! was the only thing Lu Yun could think of as purple light enveloped him.

In the face of danger, his strategy was to retreat into the Gates of the Abyss. But when faced with Qing Han’s intimidating sword light, his thoughts moved sluggishly, and he couldn’t react at all.

Thud!

There was a dull impact near Lu Yun’s ear, followed by a strange, wet sound. Sticky, cold liquid splashed his face as a tortured cry assaulted his eardrums. Startled, he whirled around to find a woman lying on the ground, whimpering with pain.

Well, something that resembled a woman, at least. Its skin and flesh were jelly-like and they clung to the exposed bones, as though they’d been submerged in water for quite some time. Its disheveled hair stuck together like aged seaweed and its pale, pupil-less eyes stared straight at Qing Han. The envoy’s attack had exposed its blackened brains.

“What the hell is that?!” Qing Han almost threw up when he got a good look at the thing. This is too damn revolting! It looked like a body that had been submerged for years, but it was alive!

Lu Yun stumbled a few hasty steps back.

“An undead hag,” he muttered. “Why is there an undead hag here?!”

An undead hag was a water spirit, or rather an underwater zombie. However, they were much more terrifying than regular zombies. Even a thousand-year-old zombie had its weaknesses, but so far, no one knew how to deal with undead hags. Not even a black donkey’s hoof worked.

Case in point, this particular undead hag still lived even after Qing Han had cut off half its head. Its body twisted and contorted as it struggled to get up.

Undead hags mostly resided in water, but Lu Yun hadn’t found any signs of a river or a lake here.

“Run!” He snapped and bolted when he saw Qing Han preparing another attack. Rushing their way from afar were hundreds of undead hags that’d crawled out from who-knew-where. His skin crawling, Qing Han rushed after Lu Yun.

“Yueshen!” roared Lu Yun.

“Alright, which one of you clay-brained shitgibbons wants to steal my treasures?!” Li Youcai dropped the stone he was holding and shot to his feet, breaking out of his reverie. A large square seal was in his hand.

Buzz.

An explosion of golden light saw the seal grow several times larger at great speed, then it viciously slammed into the hags like a small mountain.

Rumble.

The earth shook slightly from the force of the seal crushing the undead hags.

“The Seal of Mountains and Rivers, an eighth-grade treasure!” Greed flashed through Li Xing’s eyes when he turned and stared at their deliverance. But this was neither the time nor place for treasure-snatching. He kept running.

Despite being crushed by the seal, the bodies of the undead hags continued to twitch and convulse, slowly recovering. To Lu Yun’s knowledge, no one had ever found their weakness. Running away was the only way to survive an encounter.

“Gya!”

“Ga!”

“Gaaa!” The monsters emitted strange sounds that startled Yueshen’s specter on Li Youcai’s back and dispersed it.

“Holy!!” With his senses recovered, Li Youcai finally saw what was actually happening in front of him. His first impulse was to put away the seal and flee.