The Human Pile

Desperate...

Wang Ye frowned. Other than the corpse being exceptionally intact, this elderly Taoist did not seem dangerous at all. His spiritual awareness did not even give a warning.

Then...shall you go?

Xiao Wu's face revealed a trace of hesitation. After quite a while, he looked seriously at Wang Ye and asked: "Brother, do you really need it?"

I'm asking, what would happen if you went to take it?

There's a 30% chance of death, a 50% chance that my body would self-protect and fall back asleep, effectively sealing itself again.

Xiao Wu examined the body of the elderly Taoist and the whisk in his hand, and said.

Let's go.

Wang Ye turned his head decisively, walking back into the corridor to get out.

We'll leave the whisk.

He could bet his life, but would not arbitrarily decide the fate of others.

Moreover, who knows if Xiao Wu was testing him - if he really made Xiao Wu risk his life, it might have the opposite effect.

Seeing Wang Ye decisively turn and leave, Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, revealing a silly smile, and caught up with Wang Ye, silently following behind.

Exiting the third building, there was some regret at having no gains.

Then the fourth building would likely be the same.

After all, he was alone without any clones, already fortunate to have taken advantage of two buildings.

It seemed there were quite a few ruthless people in this Ancient Domain.

Not just him - others were also capable of breaking the building formations and forcing their way into basements.

Unwilling to give up, Wang Ye entered the fourth building again.

Clearly different from the previous three buildings, the fourth room was especially spacious, with only a bed tucked away in the corner.

Originally there should have been pillows, quilt and the like, but they had been looted clean.

More strangely, this fourth room had no basement.

The empty room did not seem dangerous at all, without a single corpse or drop of blood on the floor.

Or perhaps...

there really was nothing?

Wang Ye turned his head and glanced at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu also shook his head, indicating he did not detect anything unusual, just that he felt the room was somewhat familiar.

As if he had seen it before, but could not recall when.

Helplessly, Wang Ye exited the building.

At this time, he noticed shadows converging towards a certain spot from all corners of the Ancient Domain.

Clearly several of them were not human.

Following the direction where people were gathering, it was the small fenced garden at the very center of the Ancient Domain.

Already more than 20 people stood inside, and one could still see Mao Yong'an leaping about with some Taoists in the distance.

The Buddhist youth radiated a unique golden glow, seemingly ready to break out fighting at any moment.

What attracted the most attention was an old woman holding a bowl, with a pair of scissors hanging from her waist. She looked very gentle, yet everyone regarded her with apprehension.

Let's go take a look.

Anything that could attract everyone, ghosts included, must have discovered something good!

As he drew near, Wang Ye realized the fence was not made of wood, but of human stakes.

Put simply, human limbs were chopped off and whittled into straight stakes, then artificially petrified before the lower halves were sunk into the mud.

The garden was not small, at a rough guess containing over a thousand corpses.

Most horrifyingly, the heads were kept intact, with a theory that this would anchor the spirits within the brains, preventing transcendence.

Of course, Wang Ye had read this in an ancient Taoist text obtained by trading Eternal Night information.

After all, the Dao City had always pursued spiritual immortality.

Currently the eyes of these human stakes were tightly shut, faces ashen with strange markings, as if someone had drawn on them.

Fortunately the wooden garden door was normal, already pushed open.

Wang Ye entered with Xiao Si and Xiao Wu.

The already wary crowd focused their attention on him.

"More ghosts?"

A rather fat Buddhist youth wearing only a loose outer robe looked at Wang Ye and Xiao Si, unable to help speaking coldly.

As he spoke, his gaze flicked over the old woman and a shadowy figure in the corner.

"But between these two ghosts, why is there a human too!"

After the Eternal Night, ghosts naturally exuded powerful suppression. If the people present were ranked by threat, Wang Ye would definitely be near the top.

Just then, Wang Ye noticed a familiar figure.

Li Hongtian?

He had vanished for so long, why would he appear in the Ancient Domain?

Moreover, Li Hongtian currently did not feel alive in Wang Ye's senses, but more like a corpse.

His body continuously emitted faint black mist. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked extremely elegant and calm. Even his exquisite western suit was without a single crease, as if he had just taken a leisurely stroll, exuding confidence.

The Buddhist and Taoist people around viewed Li Hongtian with apprehension, seeming to have witnessed his abilities.

Seeming to notice Wang Ye's gaze, Li Hongtian looked at him with great interest, continuously sizing him up.

This was the first person unafraid of his ghostly form.

Sure enough, he had felt this guy was unusual at the time.

Not to mention this neighbor's old lady was also unusual.

To think he had once said in the Wasteland that gentle old ladies like his neighbor would have long died.

Now he had to swallow those words.

It turns out in this era of terrifying resurrection, those who could live to old age in peace were unlikely to be simple.

Currently, countless fingers kept struggling free from the old woman's bowl, falling to the ground around her.

She still wore a gentle smile, full of benevolence.

As if the horrifying scene had nothing to do with her.

No one, human or ghost, dared approach within 10 meters of her.

The last remaining teenager from Qingfeng Stockade currently stood in the garden's furthest corner. One arm had already been chopped off, his body covered in wounds, yet it did not seem to discourage him at all, instead igniting an indomitable fighting spirit.

What also weighed heavily on Wang Ye was a shadowy thing writhing along the ground, exuding sinister energy.

The overall factions were now clear.

Three Buddhist youths remained, though visibly discordant and only sticking together by necessity.

Mao Yong'an led the Daoists, with two middle-aged Daoists behind him.

Then there was the old woman, Li Hongtian, and the shadow.

The three acted independently, but were likely the strongest individuals.

Finally there was himself with Xiao Si and Xiao Wu.

Overall analysis - their side was fully capable of fighting!

He could close the door anytime and release Xiao Si and Xiao Wu!

Currently everyone's gazes were focused on an almost withered old tree at the center of the garden.