Chapter 198 - 11: Puppet, Bride, Joy God Makeup

Chapter 198: Chapter 11: Puppet, Bride, Joy God Makeup

In the first clash, two Demon-slaying Captains were sent flying by the corpses’ immense strength, coughing up blood.

"Damn it, what the hell are these things?"

Seeing this, Cong Bo’s expression changed. He could no longer spare a thought for the female corpse in the room. With a great roar, the powerful aura of the Sea Condensation Realm erupted from him!

"Get out of my way!"

He thrust out his palm, and his vast Inner Qi formed an invisible tidal wave, slamming viciously into the corpses that had just burst through the door.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Under this immense force, the rock-hard corpses were shattered as if struck head-on by a battering ram. They instantly burst apart, splattering fragments of bone and rotten flesh everywhere.

Yet, more corpses still charged forward, fearless of death.

They felt no pain and had no fear. Their only purpose was to tear apart the living in front of them.

"Son of a bitch, is there no end to them!"

Cong Bo cursed, preparing to strike again and blast all these disgusting things to smithereens.

Just then, Chen Ye, who was beside him, made his move.

From the very beginning, Chen Ye had only one target.

The bride, now standing before him with her arms outstretched as if to embrace him!

"Putting on a show."

A cold glint flashed in Chen Ye’s eyes as he drew his long blade.

A cold gleam of steel lit up the dim room. Cong Bo felt a chill, sharp as ice, prickle between his brows, and his heart leaped in alarm.

’Such a fast blade!’

SHLK!

With a soft sound.

The bride’s movements came to an abrupt halt. Then, her head dropped clean off.

The headless body swayed for a moment before collapsing heavily to the ground.

And at the very instant her head was severed from her body,

the walking corpses outside, which had been attacking in a deathless frenzy, seemed to have been instantly drained of all their strength.

The invisible threads of resentment extending from their bodies all snapped at once!

THUMP... THUMP...

Like puppets with their strings cut, the corpses all collapsed to the ground one after another, once again becoming a harmless pile of rotting flesh.

The entire village fell back into a deathly silence.

Only the two injured Demon-slaying Captains could be heard, groaning in pain.

"Wh-what the hell was all that?"

Cong Bo looked at the re-dead corpses littering the ground, then at the head that had rolled to Chen Ye’s feet. Utter bewilderment was written all over his face.

"If you call them zombies, they don’t have a strong necrotic aura, and they’re not afraid of sunlight."

"If you say they were possessed by ghosts, I just checked them. They were clean—not even a Ghost Shadow."

He scratched his head. It felt like his half-lifetime of experience dealing with Demons and Ghosts had all gone to waste today.

These things were completely beyond his comprehension.

Chen Ye ignored his confusion, simply using the tip of his blade to nudge the head on the ground, turning it face-up.

He noticed that with the head severed, the Cinnabar mark on the forehead, which had once emitted a faint red glow, had now grown so dim it was almost invisible.

"They aren’t zombies, and they aren’t Demon Ghosts."

Chen Ye sheathed his long blade and said calmly.

"They’re Puppets."

"Puppets?"

Cong Bo repeated the word, his brow instantly furrowing.

The word brought to mind some very unpleasant rumors.

"That’s right. Puppets."

Chen Ye pointed to the mark on the head.

"This is the control core."

"All the dead in the village were connected to this core by invisible threads. As long as the core remained, they were relentless killing machines."

"And since I destroyed the core, they naturally can no longer move."

After listening to Chen Ye’s explanation, Cong Bo’s expression grew incredibly stern, even grave.

He strode over to the head, crouched down, and carefully examined the faded mark.

The more he looked, the more intense his unease became.

"This is the Puppet Sect’s handiwork, no doubt about it." Cong Bo’s voice held a barely perceptible tremor.

"The Puppet Sect?" Chen Ye asked.

He knew they were Puppets, but he was completely ignorant about this so-called Puppet Sect.

Cong Bo stood up, took a deep breath, and said in a low, serious voice, "An Evil Sect that was supposedly wiped out many years ago."

"The members of this Sect specialize in refining all sorts of bizarre Puppets. The most vicious of them all is the Blood Soul Puppet, which is refined using the Divine Spirit and resentment of a living person."

"Wherever they went, they would slaughter entire villages and cities, leaving no one alive. The cruelty of their methods was simply horrifying."

"But... weren’t they supposed to have been wiped out long ago? How could... how could they reappear in Yu Huo County?"

A fine sheen of cold sweat broke out on Cong Bo’s forehead.

If remnants of the Puppet Sect were truly responsible, then the gravity of this situation would be far beyond anything he had imagined.

This was no longer a simple case of supernatural murder.

This could be a sign that an Evil Sect, dormant for many years, was rising from the ashes!

As Chen Ye listened to Cong Bo’s account, something stirred within him.

’Looks like I’ve stumbled upon a big fish this time.’

He glanced at the rotting head on the ground, whose delicate features were still vaguely discernible, and sighed inwardly.

’Such a fine young woman, to become a sacrifice for an Evil Technique just like that.’

’Rest in peace.’

’If I get the chance, I’ll drag out the mastermind behind this and get revenge for you,’ Chen Ye vowed silently.

Then, Chen Ye used his blade to slice off the patch of skin from between the female corpse’s eyebrows. He wrapped it carefully in a cloth, planning to ask Li Xiuwen about it when he got back and see if it could lead to more clues.