Twilight Boundary-Chapter 611 - 602: Monkey Wine That Doesn’t Love Killing

At the same time that the Hall God's Incense Burner stepped forward to block Old Master Yan, another Reincarnator, wearing a pig-faced mask and the first to discern the secret of the Hualong Well and guess Old Master Yan's background, also tugged at his sleeve and rushed up.

He pulled out a piece of green cloth from his sleeve, spread it on the ground, and quickly retracted it.

Beneath the green cloth, however, appeared a large vat about eight feet tall, which he flicked up with his toe. The vat flew into the air, and then he reached out and with a tug, it became incredibly heavy, crashing straight down toward Old Master Yan.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD…

Nobody knew what material the vat was made of, but countless iron chains whipped against it with a dull thud, leaving the vat unbroken and even unmarked.

CRASH…

The vat struck Old Master Yan but amazingly didn't even cause his peculiar body to sway. Instead, the vat seemed to bounce back as if it had been hit hard.

Despite this, he was not alarmed. He leaped forward, caught the returning vat, and reached inside to grab a handful of glistening white rice, which he flung over Old Master Yan.

The rice grains exploded like firecrackers on Old Master Yan's body, causing sparks to fly and corpse energy to dissipate.

"No wonder he's so knowledgeable about this path. Turns out he's from the Corpse Chasing Yan Family..."

Someone nearby recognized it and murmured to himself but wisely chose not to announce it loudly.

Such was the nature of the Reincarnator gathering. If one possessed skills and stepped forward, their background could be deduced from their trump cards, no matter how well they hid themselves.

The Corpse Chasing Yan Family, for instance, blended tricks, Punishment Soul, and walking ghost skills, forging their own unique path. When this Reincarnator brought out the vat, everyone quickly figured out his origin.

But figuring it out and speaking about it were two different things.

If someone was willing to lend a hand, it was good; but exploiting the situation to reveal their secrets was bad form.

That creature is so fierce...

At that moment, Hu Ma gritted his teeth. Wielding the Punishment Officer's Great Saber, he rushed toward Old Master Yan. In a blink, he noticed that although many Reincarnators had arrived, not many dared to take on such a Demon Corpse monster.

The person with the pig-faced mask hugged a large vat and performed several trump cards, all effective against zombie evil spirits.

Yet, unfortunately, while they seemed to have an impact, they didn't affect the creature much.

The dog-faced mask-wearing Hall God's Incense Burner engaged Old Master Yan directly and forcefully, fighting for over ten exchanges with loud, fierce impacts. Although not harmed by Old Master Yan, it was clear he couldn't suppress the creature.

The people surrounding them, chanting spells and casting talismans, or launching flying needles and hidden projectiles at Old Master Yan, were also ineffective.

Countless lethal attacks landed on Old Master Yan without causing a ripple; it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Would this lead only to a dead end?

In terms of ability, Hu Ma wasn't prominent among the Reincarnators, but he could only grit his teeth and step forward to help, wildly swinging his Punishment Officer's Great Saber at the creature.

This was only possible by relying on his resilience as a Shousui man. Without those two taking the brunt, his skills as a Shousui man might not have withstood even a few attacks from that creature.

Currently, aided by the suppression-resistant nature of the Great Mighty Heaven Master General Seal and the sharpness and fierceness of the Punishment Officer's Great Saber, he, with power equivalent to Two Mansion Gates, forced his way into the battle. Rolling and slashing, his performance was not inferior to the other two.

Even some Reincarnators watching from the side showed surprised expressions. "This walking ghost great hall officer isn't so shabby; he does have some skills..."

"His Dharma Form is impressive; he surely has a renowned background. It's just that he hasn't opened the Three Mansion Gates yet, so he's still a bit lacking..."

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As this fierce battle unfolded, shaking the Yan Mansion, causing rooms to collapse and ghostly winds to howl, in the outer courtyard, the furious townsfolk were thrashing Master Yan and a few helpers from the Path.

With Miss Red Wine by the side, they couldn't muster any violence, only taking a beating.

However, these townsfolk's anger, fueled by the eerie energy and commotion when Old Master Yan emerged from the well, quickly waned, fear showing on their faces.

"What... what's that noise?"

"Is there a monster in the Yan Mansion?"

...

Feeling the disturbance within might soon spill over, they grew terrified, wanting to flee from the Yan Mansion gate.

Miss Red Wine remained calm, gently waving her handkerchief, causing the darkness around the Yan Mansion to thicken. Everyone was left dazed, unable to find the direction of the gate, making escape impossible.

She had no choice. Letting these people out now would mean an immediate encounter with the fierce Iron Threshold Army.

At that point, likely none of them would survive.

As the commotion inside the Yan Mansion grew louder, even she felt the hair on her arms prickle slightly, while outside, the Iron Threshold Army was rampaging, demolishing houses, eager to find the hidden Yan Family.

The pressure on her mounted. She softly murmured to herself, This first gathering can't possibly fail to deal with the thing inside, can it?

The Iron Threshold Army outside is about to break in...

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In the jianghu, it was said that Shousui is adept at countering tricks. This is precisely because those of the trickster doors are cunning, while Shousui men excel with brute strength, breaking cunning with force, often frustrating them.

Now, the Iron Threshold Army outside was unleashing deadly force and pushing through everything, fitting this theory perfectly. So even if one had clever dharma methods, being discovered and slain by them was only a matter of time.

At that point, wouldn't they face doom from both internal and external threats?

In the end, we still suffer from being overly cautious all the time...

As she pondered, someone beside her spoke in a low voice. It was Old Sorghum, one of the Anzhou Reincarnators. He had just come from the inner compound, whispering, "Old Master Yan has become a Demon Corpse. Mortal methods aren't enough to handle him.

"That old thing clung to life unnaturally, consumed too much evil energy, gaining immense cultivation.

"But because he forcefully continued living, who knows what kind of debt he owes in the underworld? If we could summon the evil dogs from Evil Dog Village in the Eight Sceneries of Netherworld, his old bones might not last a few bites. But we can't do that.

"Most Reincarnators dare not attempt Shangqiao, and even those who have wouldn't carelessly use their skills from the Bridge...

"But using only Entering the Mansion skills, how could we subdue that ghostly thing?

"And if the Iron Threshold King from outside fights his way in, it will be the same."

Miss Red Wine whispered, "Yet, the momentum is strong. If we succeed, fine; if not, it might shatter the courage of Reincarnators, making it hard for the next gathering."

Old Sorghum hesitated, "Then..."

Miss Red Wine suddenly made a decision, saying, "What about Burning Blade?"

"Tell him, no need to hide anymore; he may act today!"

Old Sorghum was startled, but Miss Red Wine nodded gravely, emphasizing her words, "It's time. We need to use his hand to set a spark."

"Before the Iron Threshold Army breaks in, we must deal with that creature inside rapidly and retreat!"

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Do we still need to use the Demon Suppression Golden Mace?

Also in the chaotic front yard, Old Calculation listened with deep worry to the sounds from deep within the Yan Mansion, his mind agitated. He seemed to understand something and thought that if the situation required the Demon Suppression Golden Mace to be resolved, it would seem somewhat reasonable.

Such demonic creatures were precisely what the Demon Suppression Golden Mace should be used for. And if it were dealt with by someone in the guise of the walking ghost's Great Sword Catching Sect...

That would be terrifying, and the consequences unimaginable.

Yet as he pondered, he glanced aside to see Wuya's strange expression, quickly asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"So... so weird..."

Wuya, in a daze, whispered, "The insects have been oddly active since just now, now…"

"...they seem more and more excited!"

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Although not knowledgeable in Witchcraft, Old Calculation was experienced. Hearing this anomaly, his heart suddenly stirred, and his voice trembled, "No..."

"...could it be?"

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Outside the Yan Mansion, until now, the Iron Threshold King couldn't comprehend why the grand Yan Mansion could be so hidden, remaining undiscovered. Driven by urgency, he ordered a frenzied slaughter.

No matter what mysteries lay within, he refused to believe that tearing down the surrounding buildings and killing those possibly using sorcery wouldn't expose the Yan Family...

Due to his madness, the townsfolk around the Yan Mansion suffered, their cries resounding in a scene of misery too tragic to behold.

Yet amid this chaos, at the end of a small alley, a man in a white robe appeared as if from nowhere, his hair disheveled, a flute in his hand. He walked slowly down the alley.

Ignoring the wails of the townsfolk and the countless corpses strewn about, he emotionlessly strode forward. Only when he reached the murderously charged Iron Threshold Army did he stop, slightly frowning at the tall warhorses blocking the alley entrance. "Make way!"

? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Amid their murderous fervor, the Iron Threshold soldiers, high on their horses, looked at the man as if they had misheard him.

"Make way."

The man didn't bother to explain, his eyes a pool of indifference. "Humans shouldn't be dumber than insects. I don't like killing, but...

"...I don't dislike it either!"