The Corpse Carrier

Under the cover of night, on a long bridge of a certain platform, a bloody hand suddenly thrust out from a pile of corpses.

Then, a mangled figure crawled out from the heap of bodies.

He stumbled to his feet and slowly stood still, his right hand still tightly clutching a broken sword.

Blood was dripping from it steadily.

He looked around and then at what was in front of him, his blood-stained pupils reflecting an unyielding will.

He pointed his broken sword toward the sky and let out a hoarse shout.

"I, Niu Batian, have returned..."

...

On the other side, on the westernmost platform and bridge, Xu Xian was leading Chi Ji through the piles of corpses, pulling out one body after another.

He then wrapped them in black bags.

One body.

Ten bodies.

Dozens of bodies...

At first, Chi Ji thought Bai Mang was here to scavenge, meaning searching for storage bags and storage rings from the dead.

Anything of value would be taken away.

She did not think much of it.

Bai Mang was greedy for money, and this was practically common knowledge in the Demon Abyss.

She had seen similar scenes more than once.

Outside the Blazing Fortress.

And in Ze Capital...

Bai Mang had done similar things before.

She just did not expect that even after coming to the Emperor's Tomb, he would still covet such petty profits in the face of the great emperor's inheritance and opportunities.

It was somewhat unbecoming of his status as the demon son.

It was not until later, when Bai Mang continued to search for and collect the corpses, that she became confused, though she continued to help him aimlessly.

She did not understand why he wanted these bodies.

Gradually, she realized that Bai Mang was selecting the bodies with a purpose, even identifying them by their clothes as disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect.

She was completely baffled.

What was the point of taking the bodies of the Wendao Sword Sect?

She could not help but ask, "Young Lord, why are you taking the bodies of the Wendao Sword Sect disciples?"

Xu Xian responded perfunctorily while continuing his search.

"What do you think?"

Chi Ji was speechless. How was she supposed to know?

Chi Ji suggested, "It cannot be to sell them for money, right?"

Xu Xian smiled faintly and told a small lie. "Smart."

Chi Ji was stunned. "Huh?"

Chi Ji was completely bewildered; she had actually guessed correctly.

Corpses could also be exchanged for money.

She furrowed her brows and thought about it. She had heard some things about the Wendao Sword Sect.

She heard that the Wendao Sword Sect had seven peaks, and one of them was called Burial Sword Peak.

Any cultivators of the Wendao Sword Sect who died in battle would be buried there.

Humans had always had the tradition of returning to their roots and being laid to rest in the earth after death.

Thinking about it this way, it could actually be explained.

But...

Was the demon son not afraid that the Wendao Sword Sect would think he was the one who killed them and seek revenge?

Or perhaps the demon son wanted to negotiate some conditions with the Wendao Sword Sect, or use this to gain some favor with them.

She could not see through it.

However.

She knew that Bai Mang definitely would not work for nothing; he never did anything without a profit.

So she took on the task of helping move the bodies, even though the job of carrying corpses was somewhat revolting.

After searching the first platform, Xu Xian piled all the bodies onto a large makeshift stretcher he had constructed.

He lifted it with one hand above his head.

He led Chi Ji toward the next platform.

Chi Ji followed behind him, looking at Bai Mang's back with an expression that was hard to describe.

A corpse collector?

Or perhaps the corpse carrier sounded a bit better.

If this scene were seen by others and word got out that the demon son of the Demon Abyss was carrying bodies in the Emperor's Tomb.

It would be quite embarrassing.

The nights in the Twilight Burial Realm were extremely short. Xu Xian estimated they only lasted about two hours.

The blood-red eye in the sky opened once more.

The dim burial ground was once again bathed in a blood-red hue, and as the world brightened, the slaughter within the burial ground resumed as scheduled.

After a brief respite, the myriad beings began to compete once again.

In fact.

From beginning to end, the slaughter had never stopped for a single moment. The numbers on the backs of the hands of those geniuses had been continuously increasing.

The reappearance of the pair of blood suns proved once again that the guess made by Xu Xian and the little book spirit was correct. One day here was the same as outside.

It was just that the night was extremely short, while the day was extremely long.

It was likely a deliberate act by the Twilight Emperor to tell the people of Fanzhou that time was passing by using the alternation of day and night familiar to them.

Ten days is very short; you must hurry and kill people.

Xu Xian and the little book spirit even agreed that the pair of blood suns might actually be the eyes of the Twilight Emperor.

In two hours, Xu Xian had found Chi Ji, returned to the platforms, and covered two more platforms, finding dozens of bodies.

Xu Xian did not go up to the third platform.

This was the platform where he had originally stayed, and under his protection, no disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect had fallen there.

Within the little book spirit's Pupil of Insight, no residual sword aura from the Wendao Sword Sect was detected there either.

Seeing Bai Mang skip the third platform, Chi Ji thought it was because day had broken and he was afraid of being seen and recognized, which would be embarrassing.

She asked, "Are you not going to look for more?"

Xu Xian did not answer, only saying, "You're being a bit talkative today."

Chi Ji pursed her lips and fell silent.

She did not know who had provoked him.

His temper was suddenly quite large, and he was wearing a long face without even a hint of a smile.

She could only follow him respectfully.

It was not until they reached the fourth platform and Xu Xian stepped onto the long bridge without hesitation that Chi Ji realized she had overthought it.

How could someone like Bai Mang care about the opinions of others?

She really wanted to ask why.

But she was afraid of making him unhappy.

She thought that perhaps that platform was the one where the demon son had appeared, so he had already searched it.

In this way, they ran from one platform to another, and the bodies on the giant stretcher piled higher and higher.

From dozens to hundreds...

They were packed densely together.

Yet with them on his back, he still walked as if he were flying.

As the blood suns reappeared, the scene of Xu Xian leading Chi Ji to collect bodies was naturally seen by the living beings of various races roaming the area.

Many people also recognized him as the demon son of the Demon Abyss.

Ten-colored long hair.

It could only be Bai Mang of the Demon Abyss.

He was also an existence whose name was known but whose person had rarely been seen.

However, they did not understand why a demon son would collect so many bodies.

Was he sick?

Or did he have some kind of corpse fetish?

There were many doubts, speculations, and discussions in their hearts.

During this time.

There were also other beings who attempted to kill him, but the results were predictable; they all became lost souls beneath his spear.

The conclusion they reached was that in terms of strength, the demon son of the Demon Abyss was just like the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect.

He lived up to his name.

Perhaps it was true, as the Demon Abyss itself claimed, that the demon son Bai Mang could truly fight on par with Xu Xian.

Xu Xian continued his collecting, naturally indifferent to the gazes of others. Chi Ji followed him honestly; who told him to be the demon son?

"Isn't that the demon son of the Demon Abyss?"

"It is."

"What is he doing?"

"Are you blind? He's carrying corpses."

"What for?"

"Ghost knows."

"His strength is indeed formidable; he can run so fast with hundreds of bodies on his back..."

"I must say, this Bai Mang is actually quite good-looking, like a woman, and much more handsome than Xu Xian."

"That's the truth..."

"But this fetish of his is a bit special. He likes corpses?"

"Geniuses are all strange. I heard that the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect also likes to flip through dead bodies."

"Is that so..."

There was disdain, criticism, speculation, praise, and naturally, ridicule...

However.

From this moment on, the rumor that the demon son Bai Mang liked carrying corpses spread completely.

Many people labeled him in their hearts.

A pervert!