Chapter 1257 Don't want to Live any of them
"We're no match for them! Flee this place quickly, as many as can escape should escape!"
The leader of the Corpse-Controlling Gate suddenly roared anxiously at the others. As soon as he spoke, he was the first to unleash his full power, shooting rapidly in one direction, seemingly preparing to use his strongest methods to break through the restrictive barrier set by Yang Haoran and then escape.
Having personally witnessed Zhong Siyu instantly tear the short, thin man to shreds—the short, thin man, a Ghost King, hadn't even had time to react before losing his life—the leader naturally understood what this meant. Although he considered his own strength to be somewhat greater than that of the short, thin man, he knew he absolutely could not have killed the short, thin man with such ease.
Let alone slaying the short, thin man, he couldn't even defeat him in such a short time. This alone allowed him to clearly ascertain the immense disparity in strength between himself and Zhong Siyu.
In his opinion, if he were to face Zhong Siyu alone, his fate would certainly be no better than that of the short, thin man who had just been slain.
Although he wasn't the only member of the Corpse-Controlling Gate here—besides his capable fellow sect members, there were also the zombies each of them raised, making their combined numbers considerable—he was no novice. He was keenly aware that everyone on their side, even combined, wouldn't be enough for Zhong Siyu to kill. After all, their side was far from reaching the point where they could exhaust Zhong Siyu to death simply by sheer numbers.
Therefore, in his view, what they needed to do now was to break through the restrictive barrier and quickly escape this place. Although some people would undoubtedly die during the escape, at least everyone would still have a chance to survive. Conversely, staying here and clashing head-on with the opponent would leave no chance of survival at all. As for who could successfully escape and become that lucky survivor, that would depend on each individual's capability and luck.
If there had been other options, he naturally wouldn't have wanted to scurry away like this. After all, they were just about to successfully slay their target. They had spent a great deal of effort to capture this target, meticulously planning for a long time to get the chance to push their opponent to the brink. Now, with the mission on the verge of completion, he certainly didn't want to give up like this.
The other members of the Corpse-Controlling Gate present also knew how shameful it was to flee without a fight. However, they equally understood why their leader had made such a decision. Compared to their own lives, shame was utterly insignificant. They were perfectly clear on the gravity of the two and how to choose between them.
Precisely because of this, they showed not a hint of hesitation. The moment the leader's voice fell, they all scattered and fled in different directions. Some had even escaped before the leader himself made his move, those being the type of people who not only had the idea to flee before their leader, but also acted with extreme decisiveness. Even if the leader hadn't yet given the order to flee, they just as decisively chose to run, willing to bear the accusation of being traitors if it meant survival!
. . . . "Trying to escape? Haha, hahahahaha, not a single one of you will get away today. Enjoy this fear!"
Zhong Siyu watched the scattered members of the Corpse-Controlling Gate flee, her face twisted in a ferocious grin as she laughed heartily. After speaking, she unhurriedly flicked the fresh blood from her fingernails, then her body transformed into a cloud of black mist and vanished. When she reappeared, she was already before the man with the severed arm.
This man with the severed arm had been half-lying on the ground ever since he was sent flying by the short, thin man, unable to get up. It wasn't that he didn't want to get up, but that he lacked the strength to.
After witnessing with his own eyes the short, thin man, whose strength was far superior to his, being instantly killed by Zhong Siyu, his heart was immediately filled with terror. Even though he was usually defiant, in that situation, he dared not utter a single word, or even make any sound.
When the leader gave the order to escape immediately, his heart instantly panicked. If everyone else escaped, his fate would be obvious.
Intense fear and an overwhelming will to survive caused him to erupt with a strength he hadn't possessed before. He, who had been half-lying on the ground and unable to get up no matter what, actually managed to crawl to his feet after this sudden surge of power.
But the scene before him filled his heart with despair, for just as he had struggled to his feet, Zhong Siyu, her face twisted in a sinister grin, appeared before him.
Gazing at the exquisite yet terrifying face before him, he felt a chill run through his entire body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. An unprecedented fear erupted from the depths of his heart. He, who had always been unyielding, now unexpectedly conceived the idea of kneeling down and begging Zhong Siyu for mercy.
"No, no, don't kill me! I-I-I'm kneeling before you!"
The man with the severed arm, his face etched with terror, knelt before Zhong Siyu without the slightest hesitation. To save his life, his dignity, which he had once valued more than life itself, now seemed utterly worthless. When he truly felt the fear that came with death inching closer, he realized that life was, in fact, far more important than dignity. After all, he was not the kind of person who would abandon his life for dignity and honor.
"Hahahahahaha, your expression right now is truly magnificent! I just love seeing that look on people's faces. But I'm afraid, I'm utterly devoid of mercy!"
A piercing shriek followed, and the one who let out that scream was none other than the man with the severed arm. His pleas were useless; they didn't even buy him an extra second of life. The moment Zhong Siyu's malevolent words fell, he too followed in the short, thin man's footsteps, his body forcibly ripped to shreds by Zhong Siyu as if he were rotten cloth.
After dealing with the man with the severed arm, Zhong Siyu didn't pause for a moment. Her body once again transformed into black mist and vanished, reappearing before her next target, blocking their escape route. Since she had declared that she wouldn't let any of these people leave alive, she certainly wouldn't go back on her word.
"Hehe, you're next!"
Screams echoed one after another, reverberating incessantly through the valley. Each shriek signified another gruesome death.
Amidst the chorus of piercing shrieks, Yang Haoran arrived beside the woman—the one targeted by the Corpse-Controlling Gate and almost strangled to death by the short, thin man. Ignoring the bloodstains on her, he squatted down and helped her up.
. . . . The woman was very weak at this moment, but she hadn't lost consciousness; in fact, her mind was quite clear. When Yang Haoran came to her side, she clearly saw his appearance, but her eyes revealed confusion, along with intense wariness.
When Yang Haoran squatted down, intending to help her up, she instinctively tried to resist. However, due to the severity of her injuries, her resistance was utterly futile, and her body was still lifted by Yang Haoran.
Yet, she did not give up. Even after Yang Haoran helped her to her feet, she continued to struggle. Although her struggles seemed utterly powerless, this revealed her strong wariness towards Yang Haoran.
"Heh heh, don't keep struggling when you're so gravely injured; that will only worsen your wounds. I mean you no harm, so rest assured."
Yang Haoran said with a faint smile. Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, the woman slowly ceased her struggles.
The woman stopped struggling partly because she knew that in her current state, it was impossible to break free from the opponent's grasp; any further struggle would be futile. The other reason was that she had realized something: regardless of whether the other party harbored ill intentions towards her, they were at least not there to kill her. If their main objective had been to kill her, there would have been no need for them to save her just now, nor to eliminate the members of the Corpse-Controlling Gate from this place.
Furthermore, if the other party truly wanted her life, given her current condition, they could easily achieve it. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't change the final outcome. It was precisely because she had reasoned this out that she gradually gave up struggling.
"Who are you, and why did you save me?"
The woman asked Yang Haoran, her expression filled with confusion.
Yang Haoran found the woman's confusion unsurprising, because at that moment, he hadn't reverted to his true appearance; what the woman saw was only his altered look. Moreover, he and the woman hadn't met for a long time, and the aura he now emitted was vastly different from before, making it impossible for the woman to deduce his identity based on it.
From the woman's perspective, it was inevitable for confusion to arise in her heart when a complete stranger stepped in to save her, so Yang Haoran wasn't at all surprised by her questions.
"Heh heh, you'll find out who I am in a moment. For now, it's better if you focus on recovering from your injuries."
Yang Haoran spoke with a faint smile, and as his words fell, a visible wisp of Yin Qi rose from his hand, revealing a thumb-sized red Dānyào.
"This Dānyào is a rare and miraculous healing medicine. As long as you take it, even regenerating flesh from bare bones would be effortless. Although your injuries are severe, taking this Dānyào will quickly heal them, and you won't be as weak as you are now."
Yang Haoran spoke with a smile, extending the Dānyào in his hand to the woman. However, she did not reach out to take the Dānyào offered by Yang Haoran; instead, she decisively refused him.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot accept reward without merit. You two have already saved my life, and I owe you an immense debt of gratitude. How could I possibly accept such a precious Dānyào?"
After saying this, the woman took a Dānyào from her spatial storage and consumed it. Seeing this, Yang Haoran said nothing more, smiling as he returned the Dānyào to his own spatial storage.
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