Lin Xiaolei rubbed his chin, looking a bit troubled.
“Could those two fiendesses have teamed up to deal with the other one?”
“No, that doesn't make sense either. There was no conflict between them at all.”
He was utterly baffled, and in the end, he gave up trying to figure it out.
“Whatever, why bother thinking so much about it?”
“Anyway, all three of them are dead now, which is a wonderful thing.”
The moment he turned around, he saw the old Daoist standing at the doorway, giving him quite a fright.
“What the hell, old man, what are you doing?!”
“You're going to scare me to death!”
The old Daoist let out a soft grunt. “Just came out to take a look.”
His gaze swept over the two desiccated corpses on the ground.
“The Blood Ghost Curse...”
“The other one must be dead as well, and her death was surely related to these two. That is why she sacrificed all of her blood right before she died to cast the Blood Ghost Curse.”
“She probably didn't know which one of them did it, so she simply cursed them both.”
Lin Xiaolei curled his lip.
“Isn't that great? Dog eat dog, they got what they deserved.”
He had cast his lightning technique earlier precisely to rob them of their mobility.
As long as they couldn't run, the Blood Ghost Curse would successfully make contact with them, completing the final step of the curse.
He had seen the Blood Ghost Curse countless times before, but it was mostly used to deal with ordinary people or newbies who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation and didn't know lightning techniques.
The former knew nothing about the Blood Ghost Curse.
The latter either didn't know that the Blood Ghost Curse was countered by lightning techniques, or simply didn't know any lightning techniques themselves and hadn't prepared any thunder talismans, making them easy targets.
Of course, the Blood Ghost Curse had another use.
When two cultivators fought, one could cast the Blood Ghost Curse at a critical moment and then personally pin the opponent down, preventing them from casting lightning techniques or triggering thunder talismans.
This way, the Blood Ghost Curse could instantly drain a large amount of blood from the opponent, plunging them into a weakened state.
Naturally, the caster would first have to endure the weakness of losing some of their own blood.
The grandfather and grandson had actually learned this curse as well.
After all, it was a jack-of-all-trades spell in the cultivation world. Almost anyone with a proper lineage knew how to use it!
Furthermore, although the Blood Ghost Curse was easy to block, once it made contact, no matter how strong the victim was, they would still have their blood drained by the blood skulls.
The key was... the amount of blood drained was not calculated as a fixed volume, but as a percentage.
If the caster sacrificed half of their own blood, it was counted as fifty percent. The cursed victim would then have double that percentage drained—meaning one hundred percent of their blood.
It wasn't double the absolute volume of the caster's half-blood.
Since the total blood volume of most people didn't differ significantly, many didn't realize this detail.
Lin Xiaolei only knew this minor yet crucial detail because his grandfather had explained it to him in depth.
In certain situations, this could be extremely important.
For instance, those who cultivated the path of corpses.
The blood in their bodies was pitifully sparse. If they cast the Blood Ghost Curse, sacrificing half of their blood might only amount to a hundred milliliters, yet the cursed target would still lose one hundred percent of their blood.
For those cultivating the path of corpses, the amount of blood in their bodies did not affect their strength.
Consequently, the Blood Ghost Curse was one of the most common trump cards used by such people.
Right at that moment, footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard.
Lin Xiaolei snapped to attention.
He glanced at the two desiccated corpses on the ground, then looked left and right before whispering, “Grandpa, someone's coming! What do we do with these two corpses?”
“Do we just leave them here?”
The old Daoist thought for a moment, casually grabbed the arms of the two corpses, and with a clean swing, effortlessly tossed them over the perimeter wall.
Just then, Feng Xingyun arrived outside the courtyard.
“Little Daoist, I thought I heard some commotion over here just now. Did something happen?”
Lin Xiaolei looked back.
Huh?
At this moment, he was the only one left in the courtyard.
As for the old Daoist, after tossing the corpses, he had swiftly scurried back into the room and shut the door behind him.
His lips twitched. That damn old man!
“No, no, I just came out to enjoy the night view.”
Feng Xingyun scanned the area but found nothing unusual.
“Then rest well. If anything happens, just give me a shout.”
“Sure, sure, no problem.”
Feng Xingyun quickly took his leave.
Lin Xiaolei stealthily walked over to confirm that the other man had indeed left before letting out a sigh of relief.
Then, he rushed toward the perimeter wall, scaling it in a few quick bounds to reach the outside.
These two desiccated corpses definitely couldn't be left here.
After a brief thought, he pulled the light veils off their bodies, bound the corpses together with them, and dragged them toward the depths of the withered forest.
Lin Xiaolei didn't go far. He simply found a slope, tossed the corpses down, and clapped his hands.
“Done.”
Then, he quickly returned to the room to continue keeping watch.
Zuo Lin'an, who had witnessed the entire process, materialized where the two corpses had rolled down.
They were wedged in a crevice between some rocks.
By now, their bodies were completely blackened and shriveled, looking terrifying. It was hard to imagine that they had been lively, stunning beauties just moments ago.
Hia Zhaozhao's talent had not been triggered.
This meant that under those circumstances, her special talent was unable to save her.
Zuo Lin'an stood there and waited for a moment.
Before long, two wisps of specter aura quietly emerged, transforming into two unsolvable specters.
Perhaps because the person who had killed them was already dead, they simply floated there in a daze, their eyes blank and hollow, their faces devoid of expression.
“Ten Contribution points secured.”
“I didn't expect such an unexpected harvest.”
The two desiccated corpses in front of Zuo Lin'an slowly faded away.
He had set the timer for ten minutes earlier, and now the time was just about up.
“I really ought to thank that little Daoist Lin.”
As for how to thank him?
Well... perhaps by giving him a quick and painless death?
“A pity. I didn't set a survival quest this time. Otherwise, I could have kept them in the dungeon as puppets, allowing them to at least survive in another form.”
Zuo Lin'an turned around, concealing his figure, and returned to the crevice in the cliff.
“The next time I open the dungeon, perhaps I can modify the main quest.”
“Change 【Investigate the Truth】 to survival time.”
After all, the quest to find the path of survival theoretically had no time limit; the dungeon would only end once the specters killed all the players.
However, if he really wanted to keep the players alive this time, there was actually a way.
Once a player found the path of survival, it would remain open for five minutes. If he could stall the player in the dungeon and prevent them from entering for those five minutes, the path of survival would disappear.
This way, the player would be forced to stay in the dungeon alive, turning into a puppet.
But this method was incredibly difficult.
After all, once the path of survival opened, the distance between the player and the path of survival was very short; they could step through it in just a couple of paces.
Zuo Lin'an couldn't guarantee that he could hold back every single player.
Should he fail and allow a player to clear the dungeon, his dungeon would be locked down.
The risk far outweighed the reward.
On the other hand, combining the path of survival with a survival time quest would make things much simpler.
He would only need to set a main quest like 【Survive for Three Days】. Under those terms, the players would have to find the path of survival and leave the dungeon within three days.
If they failed to do so, once the three days were up, a countdown to find the path of survival would appear.
It would be a one-hour countdown.
If they couldn't find the path of survival within that hour, the players would be trapped in the dungeon forever.
Rate on N.U.
