The candlelight flickered.
The fisherman's couple lay on the bed, with their two children nestled between them. It was late at night, and the two youngsters had long fallen into a deep sleep, likely so deep that even being lifted wouldn't wake them.
"Husband, listen to the wind outside. It seems like the rain is going to be intense. Did you tie the boat securely? If it's swept away by the storm, we would be in trouble."
"Hehe, don't worry. Have I ever not tied the boat properly? You're always worrying about nothing."
Whoosh!
Before long, the sound of a torrential downpour echoed outside. The substantial rainfall pounded on the roof with a force that sounded terrifying.
"Go to sleep; we have to go fishing in the morning. After such a storm, the fish near the coast should be plenty."
"That young man who ca to our house today gave us a good amount of money. Tomorrow, I'll take the kids to Yangzhou Prefecture and buy them so food."
"Alright, let's sleep first. Whew!"
With a blow from the man, the candlelight in the room was extinguished instantly, leaving only a wisp of smoke drifting in the darkness.
Qin Yuesheng lay quietly in bed. For soone like him, a Fourth Layer of the Internal Power Realm Martial Artist, he basically couldn't get drunk unless he wanted to. Just by slightly using the Primordial Yang Skill, he could turn the alcohol in his body into vapor and water, and then expel the vapor, making it nearly impossible to feel intoxicated.
Lying quietly in bed, listening to the sound of rain, and enjoying the tranquil atmosphere during a rainstorm is a comforting thing.
However, amid the roaring storm, an extrely incongruent sound erged.
It was the sound of footsteps, not just from one person, but at least more than twenty.
Who would be out on such a stormy night?
Qin Yuesheng couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt in his heart.
Tap tap tap!
The ground in this fishing village was primarily dirt and sand, which beca extrely muddy after being soaked by rain. When people stepped on it, it made a squelching sound.
Silhouettes walked in from outside the village, their figures strange, with broad shoulders and narrow waists, each holding wooden sticks covered with coral and shells.
Boom!
A clap of thunder followed by a flash of lightning revealed the true appearances of these silhouettes in the darkness with the light of the storm.
They were drenched figures, with hair resembling seaweed draping over their shoulders, and their faces either rotting or swollen from seawater—n and won alike.
They moved like corpses into the village, heading toward the houses where the villagers were resting.
Qin Yuesheng, puzzled as to who would be outside on such a rainy night, suddenly caught a strange scent wafting in through the window,
A scent both fishy and foul, like sothing that had been soaking in seawater for too long and started decomposing.
Instantly, Qin Yuesheng beca alert, flipping out of bed and silently opening the door to step outside.
The rain poured outside with the fury of a torrential storm. The intense rainfall seed as though barrels of water were being dumped from the sky. The rain curtain was so dense that it was almost impossible to see more than four or five steps ahead.
With a blink of the Biluo Eye, Qin Yuesheng's vision expanded instantly, catching sight of three figures approaching him.
Seeing that the other party was holding weapons, Qin Yuesheng couldn't help but squint his eyes.
Are they water bandits?
Qin Yuesheng walked toward them. With the protection of his Inner Strength, no raindrops could fall on him. Within a few fingertips of Qin Yuesheng's body, a rain-free zone ford, looking quite unusual.
"Huh? Hmm!" As Qin Yuesheng approached, those figures suddenly changed noticeably, rushing toward Qin Yuesheng, their movents peculiar but as fast as normal people.
Suddenly, they swung their sticks at Qin Yuesheng.
"Courting death." Qin Yuesheng shouted, delivering a quick kick like lightning.
Bam bam bam!
In an instant, the figures charging at him trembled and were kicked to the ground by Qin Yuesheng.
This was the result of Qin Yuesheng using only a fraction of his strength; otherwise, using his full power, these people's fate would have been imdiate death.
"Hmm?" Using the night vision capability of the Biluo Eye, Qin Yuesheng finally saw their appearance clearly, and a mont of stunned realization struck him.
These aren't human, are they?
The three figures he clashed with, so had no eyes in their sockets, so had their jaws completely detached, and so had half their skulls sheared off by so unknown sharp object. Despite such injuries, they could still move freely—definitely sothing unnatural.
"How could such things appear in this village?" Qin Yuesheng swung his Profound Celestial Internal Power, shattering the skulls of the three Corpse Ghosts and dismantling them, finding nothing but rotten bones and skin.
"Ah! There's a ghost!"
At this mont, a shout echoed from another part of the village, and Qin Yuesheng imdiately dashed toward the direction from which the sound had co.
It seems the Corpse Ghosts that visited the village tonight were not just the three he encountered.
Granny Yang is a long-ti resident of this fishing village. Seventy-three this year, she has always believed in the legend of the Sea Dragon King in the East Sea. It's said that on stormy nights, the Sea Dragon King's subordinates, the Sea Yaksha, would surface from the deep sea to patrol.
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