Chapter Eighteen: The Resurrection of the Woman's Corpse

The scene before me startled me so much that I instinctively covered my mouth, afraid I might scream. This female corpse was ferocious beyond belief—not to mention how she appeared, she had torn apart a living husky with her bare hands. The sheer brutality was horrifying.

How could this happen?

My second uncle and I had been spirit guides since we were thirteen, arranging ghost marriages for others, and we'd witnessed many bizarre things. But we'd never seen anything like this. First, we saw ghosts—from Wang Ying to the woman in red, and to the husband of Shang Xiaoyun whom I had yet to see. In the beginning, though I worked as a spirit guide, I never truly believed in ghosts. But after Wang Ying, I became a believer. And now, even a female corpse had appeared to frighten us.

My worldview of the past twenty years had been utterly overturned in these few days.

“Da Chuan, what's going on?” Just as I was at a loss, Wei Qi and Yu Fang came up to me.

“Look over there,” I said, pointing at the female corpse. At that moment, an even more nauseating scene unfolded: the female corpse began to suck the blood flowing from the dead husky into her mouth. The crimson blood smeared her face, turning it a grotesque mixture of black and red.

Shang Xiaoyun’s villa had three floors, but only from the third floor could you see everything in the garden at the back.

Wei Qi stared at the female corpse feasting outside and couldn’t help but exclaim, “How is this possible?” He, like me, couldn’t understand why a frozen corpse would appear here. “This is bad—we left in a hurry and forgot to suppress her with a spirit talisman in the freezer.”

Could the lack of a spirit talisman revive a female corpse? That didn’t make sense. At that moment, the female corpse began walking toward us, drawing closer and closer, her features becoming clearer. Her face was smeared with blood, her expression twisted and savage.

“Uncle Qi, what do we do?” I whispered to Wei Qi.

“Don’t make a sound. This female corpse must be possessed by a ghost, turned into a ‘possessed corpse spirit’,” Wei Qi whispered back.

Possessed corpse spirit? I’d never heard of such a thing.

“A possessed corpse spirit is when a ghost inhabits a corpse—it’s not the ghost of the person who died, but another’s spirit altogether,” Wei Qi explained, his eyes fixed on the female corpse.

His words helped me understand a little. The world truly holds many wonders—there was even such a thing as this.

“Da Chuan, I suspect this female corpse has been possessed by Shang Xiaoyun’s husband. This evil ghost followed the aura on me to my home, saw this female corpse, possessed it, and now has come back to take revenge on us,” Wei Qi speculated, eyes trained on the female corpse below.

“What do we do?” I didn’t know what the difference between a possessed corpse spirit and a regular ghost was, but I’d already witnessed the female corpse’s terrifying strength in tearing apart the husky.

“You and Ye Zi, Long Yu—protect Yu Fang and Shang Xiaoyun. I’ll go down and deal with her. Let me borrow your Three-foot Dragon Abyss sword,” Wei Qi said resolutely, tearing the spirit talisman off the window.

“Uncle Qi, let me go instead,” I stopped him, surprised even at myself for making such a move.

“You?” Wei Qi glanced at me, doubtful. The more he doubted, the more determined I became to go down.

Wei Qi was usually careless, even a bit sleazy and unreliable, and sometimes he’d steal chickens from village women. But in moments of crisis, he could charge forward—so why couldn’t I? Besides, my own abilities were somewhat better; I had the blood of extreme yin and the Three-foot Dragon Abyss sword. My second uncle sent me out to learn skills—I had to prove myself and couldn’t let Wei Qi look down on me.

“Uncle Qi, I’ve decided to go. I want to try my blood of extreme yin and the Three-foot Dragon Abyss sword.” After killing the woman in red last night at Yu Fang’s house, I seemed to have gained a bit of courage.

“All right. With your blood of extreme yin, even an evil ghost won’t really harm you. But don’t try to tangle with her for long; your sword is sufficient for ordinary ghosts, but be careful. If anything happens, I won’t be able to answer to your uncle,” Wei Qi said, patting my shoulder in encouragement.

I opened the window and realized it was too high—I couldn’t possibly jump down. With my skills, jumping from the third floor would probably kill me. I took the spirit talisman from Wei Qi and slapped it onto the window, then headed downstairs. It was safer to exit from the first-floor door.

When I reached the first-floor entrance, Yu Fang grabbed my arm, her eyes brimming with unspoken words. “Brother Wang, be careful.” Her concern warmed my heart—I felt it was worth it to go out.

I nodded and smiled at her. “Don’t worry, you can trust me.”

Yu Fang’s eyes reddened; she nodded vigorously but said nothing. I freed myself from her grasp and stepped out.

As I left the door, a cold wind swept over me, making me shiver all over. For June, it was surprisingly cold—proof of just how heavy the yin energy was in this courtyard. As I walked out, I began to regret it a little—maybe I’d been too eager to play the hero. My skills weren’t enough to guarantee I could subdue a ghost, but since I’d come out, I had to face it bravely.

I quickly circled to the back of the villa and saw that the female corpse had already reached the building, craning her head to look up at the floors.

“Stop! What are you doing?” I shouted, trying to bolster my courage.

The female corpse slowly turned her face toward me when she heard my voice. When our eyes met, my face went pale. From the third floor, she still looked somewhat human, but up close, she was nothing like a person. The makeup I’d applied was smudged by dog blood, her face a mess, her hands and body covered in blood. Her eyes had no whites, only black pupils—hollow and menacing, sending a chill down my spine.

“Who are you? Why are you in my home?” The female corpse’s words stunned me. She was a female corpse, but her voice was that of a man. This made me believe Wei Qi’s words even more—it was indeed the spirit of Shang Xiaoyun’s husband possessing the female corpse.

“Don’t ask who I am. I’m here to subdue you. If you know what’s good for you, leave now. The paths of the living and the dead should not cross. Shang Xiaoyun is no longer your wife. If you don’t go, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Though I was terrified, I forced myself to stay calm. The ancient saying goes that the highest level is to subdue the enemy without fighting—if I could scare him off, that would be best.

“Impossible. Shang Xiaoyun is my wife, and now she’s carrying my child. I want to take my child away,” the possessed ghost declared, striding toward me.

“Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill you,” I said, raising the Three-foot Dragon Abyss sword.

“I was afraid of you before, but now that I’m in a corpse, let’s see what you can do to me!” The evil ghost lunged at me. I didn’t realize that last night, the sword easily pierced the woman in red because she was a ghost without a physical body. Now, before me was not only the ghost of Shang Xiaoyun’s husband, but also the physical body of the female corpse. As long as the corpse hadn’t decayed, it was little different from a living person. A peachwood sword might not be enough to injure her. The ghost had made the body his shield.

As he approached, I swung the Three-foot Dragon Abyss at him. The sword, unlike last night, was soft and ineffective, barely harming her. As I tried to attack again, the possessed ghost struck, her stiff arm hitting my hand. The sword dropped to the ground with a slap.

Seeing my weapon fall, I quickly bit my tongue, gathering a mouthful of blood and spat it at the female corpse. Damn it! If you dare bully me, I’ll make sure you’re disfigured.

The blood sprayed from my mouth fell like rain on the female corpse’s face. I quickly sidestepped, expecting her to suffer as the woman in red had last night. But I was wrong—the female corpse, possessed by the ghost, her physical body shielded her from everything. She wasn’t afraid of my blood. She simply opened her mouth, her purple tongue licking around her lips, then smacked her lips, as though savoring it. The sight made me sick.

After licking the blood from her lips, the female corpse, looking as if she craved more, lunged at me again. By now, I had retrieved the Three-foot Dragon Abyss sword and could only fight her head-on.

At that moment, a figure darted in front of me—it was Wei Qi. He grabbed my hand and ran. “Quick, run! I forgot—your blood and the sword can’t deal with a possessed corpse!”

Damn, why didn’t he say so earlier? I nearly lost my life. I followed Wei Qi, running back toward the villa. But as we reached the door, we saw the female corpse, possessed by the ghost, already standing there, waiting for us. Her tongue still licked around her lips, her stiff finger pointed at me.

“Your blood tastes good—a once in a thousand years, the blood of extreme yin. I never expected to find it here. Let me drink you dry, and I’ll leave.”

Damn it—I’d sprayed blood at her and failed to subdue her, only revealing my identity. Now that she moved so swiftly, getting from behind us to the doorway, it looked like tonight would be difficult.

“Da Chuan, run!” Wei Qi yanked me behind him, urging me to escape.

I hesitated, unsure whether to flee or not, but the possessed female corpse was already in front of me. This was terrifying—a ghost’s speed combined with a human body, truly hard to deal with. And she had no life, so even hacking at her a few times might not matter.

The female corpse’s hand trembled, and she grabbed my shoulders. I struggled, but couldn’t free myself from her grip—it felt like her fingers were digging into my shoulders, sharp pain radiating.

She didn’t immediately try to bite or eat me, but shook me violently, then threw me aside. I flew through the air for half a second and crashed into Shang Xiaoyun’s iron fence gate, sliding slowly to the ground. I felt as though my bones were shattered, with no strength or will to get up.

Seeing the situation was dire, Ye Zi, Long Yu, and even Yu Fang ran out. The three joined Wei Qi to surround the possessed female corpse. It was strange—these three were all experts in the world of yin and yang, and dealing with a ghost or two was never difficult, but a possessed corpse spirit was proving impossible to handle.

They fought for a long time, but in the end, they were all knocked down by the female corpse. The corpse suffered too—her flesh was torn and battered, even half a hand was gone, but she didn’t care at all. Who knows—corpses feel no pain.

Seeing the others knocked down, the female corpse didn’t linger, but walked straight toward me. Watching her stiff body, my heart sank. Mother, I might never see you again. Second uncle, I suppose this is really the end for me.

Bang!

Just as I was wallowing in despair, the female corpse suddenly fell to the ground. Her head was deeply dented from a violent blow. Behind her stood Wei Qi, holding a shovel, looking proud. “You little thing, you thought I couldn’t handle you.”

He hadn’t finished speaking when the female corpse suddenly leapt up again, twisted her neck with a crackling sound, rubbed her deformed face, ignoring who had attacked her, and once more strode toward me.

As she walked, she smacked her lips, her tongue circling between them, as if savoring the taste of my blood.

“Stop! How dare you steal someone from me?” Just as the crisis reached its peak and I didn’t know how to escape, a clear voice rang out from nowhere.

Hearing that voice, a wave of joy swept over me. Help had arrived—not anyone else, but my ghost bride, Wang Ying.