Chapter 3: The Blood Sea Coffin (1 / 2)

“Boom…”

Suddenly, a wave of air exploded next to him, and Ye Qing was startled. He turned his head and saw Lin Hu, who had been right beside him, rushing toward the village entrance like an arrow leaving the bow. In the blink of an eye, he had reached the entrance.

“That’s fast!” Ye Qing swallowed nervously. This speed, this power—if this is what a martial artist is like, then taking down Chen Zheng is going to be a long and tough road.

“What’s going on?” Lin Hu, having arrived at the village entrance, asked loudly.

“Te… Team leader, the… behind…” one person stammered, his face filled with fear.

Before the person could finish, Lin Hu took a step forward and had already appeared on the village wall, his expression grave as he gazed at the distant sky.

The sky, once a deep blue, had been inexplicably covered with a blood-red hue, as if the evening sunset, but much heavier and bloodier, like fresh blood.

“Not good, everyone get back inside, hurry!” Lin Hu suddenly shouted. His roar seemed to enrage the blood-red sky. The blood-red waves surged and grew heavier and brighter, like a sea of blood, rushing toward Junshan Village.

The blood sea rolled fiercely, and the sky was quickly painted red, a powerful, terrifying, suffocating aura filled the air, followed by a thick stench of blood.

The blood stench spread down, and some villagers who couldn’t make it back inside had their eyes turn red, blood oozing from their skin, and their expressions gradually became numb and dazed.

“Get back, hurry back inside!” Seeing this, Lin Hu shouted anxiously, but his tone seemed helpless.

“What the hell is this?” Ye Qing was startled and didn’t dare to slack off. He quickly ran to the nearest house. But after a few steps, the overwhelming stench of blood rushed into his nose, and his head instantly became dizzy and foggy. Blood began to seep from the pores of his arms and face.

Just then, the eerie scriptures in his arms emitted a faint, gloomy light. The blood that had started to seep from his pores seemed to be drawn in, all absorbed by the scriptures. After absorbing Ye Qing’s blood, the eerie scriptures emitted a deeper glow, enveloping him completely, and Ye Qing slowly regained clarity.

“That was close!” After waking up, Ye Qing touched the eerie scriptures on his chest and found that he was no longer affected by the blood smell. He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Then, to avoid drawing attention, Ye Qing found a haystack, dove into it, and peeked out with just his eyes, watching the situation outside.

In the sky, the blood sea grew larger and more terrifying, covering all of Junshan Village, everything turned blood-red, as if the village was about to be swallowed.

“Whoosh whoosh…”

With light sounds, two figures, moving like a gust of wind, landed next to Lin Hu, their expressions solemn as they looked up at the blood sea above.

One was a man, around thirty years old, tall and handsome, but his triangular eyes made him seem a bit cold, like a venomous snake.

The woman was over fifty, with gray hair and sagging skin, her back bent, looking like a kind old lady from the neighborhood.

These two were the other two of Junshan Village’s three martial masters. The man was Chen Zheng, and the woman was named Xia Ling, though people in the village usually called her “Aunt Xia.”

“What is this thing?” Feeling the terrifying pressure in the air, Chen Zheng furrowed his brow.

Lin Hu shook his head, “Still unclear what kind of evil creature this is.”

Xia Ling leaned on her cane, coughed twice, and her murky eyes flashed with a sharp gleam, as piercing as a sword: “No matter what this creature is, it’s beyond our ability to deal with. Time to use the Heavenly Mirror!”

“Okay.” Lin Hu and Chen Zheng didn’t disagree because what Xia Ling said was true. The three of them together couldn’t handle the blood sea.

“Boom…”

Just then, an odd, dull thud sounded from within the blood sea, as if something was knocking on stone. Then, the blood sea surged, and a dark blue-black stone coffin appeared within it.

The coffin was dark blue-black, intricately carved with mysterious patterns, exuding an ancient, desolate aura, as if it had been through countless ages.

“That coffin?!” When Lin Hu saw the coffin, his face went pale, and he was struck with terror.

“It wasn’t supposed to move, how did it end up here?” Chen Zheng also turned pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Boom…”

Suddenly, the coffin lid jumped, and then, with a creaking sound, the lid slowly began to slide to the right.

“Is there someone inside the coffin? Who is it?”

Everyone present thought this to themselves.

As the coffin lid slid open, the blood smell in the air grew even stronger, now mixed with a foul odor. Blood began to seep from the skin of Lin Hu, Chen Zheng, and Xia Ling.

A terrifying aura filled the air!

“We can’t let it out, or we’ll all die!” Xia Ling shouted loudly, swinging her cane down with force, breaking through the hard wall, creating a large hole.

Lin Hu and Chen Zheng didn’t hesitate. They quickly formed a strange hand seal, and three beams of faint light shot into the ancient bronze mirror hanging at the entrance of the village.