Chapter 1679: Chapter 971: Corpse Refining (Part 3)
"You want to refine a corpse?" A flash of understanding crossed Yang Xiao’s eyes. He had previously seen information on these guys and knew that this Ku Daoist’s Corpse Control Skill was quite formidable and well-known in the martial arts world.
"Exactly. This person’s body is extremely suitable for corpse refining, it’s excellent material." Ku Daoist gave a greedy glance at Funeral Guanyin, lowering his voice, "So I ask you not to harm her too severely, it’s best if all her limbs can be preserved, the head... the head can be excluded."
"Alright, I’ll try my best." Yang Xiao didn’t commit himself entirely, after all, he was unclear about the arrangements over at the Nanzhe Province Public Office, and Captain Zheng was eager to take credit for this person.
Yet, Yang Xiao had his own plans. He also hoped to keep this person; that way, he could witness firsthand how Ku Daoist refined corpses.
In his hands was the Ghost Fog Bottle, the strength of which almost entirely depended on the strength of the corpse puppet within the ghost fog. As the puppets diminished over time, he couldn’t replenish them, which was a vexation for him.
If he could learn some corpse refining techniques to replenish his own corpse puppets, that would be amazing, saving him a trip to the Myanmar-Tai Black Triangle to seek help from Bo Yetong’s Sect Hierarch father.
Needless to say, he was not short of corpses now; in the future... he would be even less so.
But before bringing Funeral Guanyin into the Mirror World, Yang Xiao had a few things to attend to. First, he ordered Ku Daoist, Chen Nangxiu Master to clean up the battlefield and gather the magic artifacts to prevent triggering new supernatural events.
Moreover, he was a very reasonable leader. He allowed each person to keep one magic artifact, and the rest would be handed over to him.
The magic artifacts left after the selection, Yang Xiao wasn’t interested in keeping them; instead, he left them all to Captain Zheng and the others.
You might say claiming to have cleared a certain number of Evil Cultivators might not be believable, but the confiscated magic artifacts are irrefutable, they are solid achievements.
After finishing these tasks, Yang Xiao dragged the soggy, muddy Funeral Guanyin into the Mirror World, skillfully hanging her up on the wall.
This time it was hanging, not sticking. He acted very gently because the corpse was still useful.
"Ye Xiao, I am the protector of Withered Bone Pavilion, you... you dare make a move against me, the patron will not spare you!!" Funeral Guanyin threatened.
Yang Xiao felt like this sounded very familiar. Moments later, he slapped his forehead, remembered, and then ordered the Mirror Ghost to lift a heavy box and place it in front of Funeral Guanyin.
As the box lid opened, Funeral Guanyin’s face changed. The next second, she shrieked in a sharp voice, "Bone Burning... Bone Burning Taoist?!"
"That’s right! It’s your old acquaintance, the Bone Burning Guardian!" Yang Xiao gleefully pulled out the Ghost Bamboo Stick and said, "The Burning Ghost showed some backbone when it fell into my hands previously, and I didn’t expect it to be so soft. I hadn’t even exerted any force and it gave in. I hope you can let me enjoy myself fully, please."
Funeral Guanyin swore she had never seen such a sinister and perverse smile on a young person’s face at this moment. The light here was dim, half of his face was hidden in shadow, and his raised mouth was faintly visible.
"I confess! I’ll confess everything!" Funeral Guanyin pleaded loudly, at that moment only wishing for a swift death.
The next second, the Mirror Ghost stepped forward, deftly retrieving a needle and thread from its pocket, and began sewing shut Funeral Guanyin’s mouth, completely ignoring her terror and pleas.
"I haven’t even asked and you’re confessing, what do you take me for, Ye Xiao? Do I not have any dignity?" Yang Xiao restrained his smile and questioned.
Thinking of all those innocent lives lost, Yang Xiao never intended to spare her. Those were over a hundred lives, including the elderly, women, and children. For such a beast, Yang Xiao never showed any mercy.
For Yang Xiao, torturing such a beast wasn’t cruel, but rather an indescribable sensation, akin to a form of art.
