Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 167 - 168: Meeting Death

Just like that, Su Nian had effortlessly crippled one of his hands.

She then stroked her chin and comnted, "Still not skilled enough!"

[Damn, the host is a real badass!]

[Looks like his hand is ruined, right?]

[From a dical standpoint, he’s crippled.]

The intense pain made the stuttering man face reality. He curled into a trembling ball, muttering under his breath, "I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Su Nian tilted her head up slightly and suddenly sensed an unfamiliar presence intruding. ’Soone’s here?’

At that mont, a group of Daoists was standing at the village entrance, looking at the black miasma that filled the air and the palpable aura of approaching zombies.

Many of their faces had turned deathly pale with fear, yet not a single one retreated. They had all prepared their last wills before coming.

To die for the sake of the world—this was the Path they pursued!

Qing Ran stroked his beard, his gaze sharp and cold, and let out a soft sigh.

"That fellow Daoist is likely already gone. Everyone, form the array!"

As planned, they quickly surrounded the entire village.

The zombies, drawn by the scent of the living, moved away from Su Nian’s gate.

Su Nian frowned slightly, wrapped the ruler-like Evil Ghost around the stuttering man’s body, and began to drag him away.

’First, I’ll go check out the situation.’

At that sa mont, the Daoists realized sothing was wrong. They had studied the layout of the area before arriving. The plan was for each person to take their designated position, set up an array to seal the zombies, and then burn the village.

But now, a sinister wind howled, and a thick fog shrouded the area. They couldn’t even see their own hands if they took more than a few steps, let alone find their positions.

After scrambling around in the chaos, their only option was to quickly regroup.

Qing Ran’s expression grew even graver. ’What in the world are we going to do about these zombies!’

In that single mont of hesitation, a huge horde of zombies sward toward them.

"Watch out! Protective Talismans!"

Although Qing Ran was panicked, his reflexes were incredibly fast, and he instantly threw out a piece of talisman paper.

The other Daoists with him quickly took out their own talismans as well.

Qing Ran’s talisman paper flew into the air, and a bright fla flickered, but it only lasted for three seconds before extinguishing.

’My Magic isn’t strong enough! It won’t last long!’

Thinking of the n and the talisman paper he had brought with him, Qing Ran’s heart filled with despair.

But he steeled himself and roared, "Fellow Daoists, hold fast! We absolutely cannot let these abominations bring ruin to the world!"

His encouragent had so effect, but not much. The number of zombies was simply too great.

He had gathered all the Daoists he could, but there were only fifty or sixty of them, while there were several hundred zombies.

Faced with such grotesque creatures and such a massive disparity in numbers, he knew their chances of returning alive were practically zero.

But without exception, they all fell silent. As the zombies drew closer, they threw out more and more talisman paper, but the flas from each one burned for a shorter and shorter ti.

Yet still, not one of them retreated...

Everyone knew that if they retreated, this disaster would sooner or later be unleashed upon the world.

They had also formulated another plan: when the zombies lunged at them, they would ignite their own Taoist Skill and lifespans. They would absolutely not let these zombies escape.

These n were prepared for death. Occasional sobs could be heard from within their ranks, yet not a single one of them flinched.

The grotesque horde drew ever closer. Even the night wind seed to carry wails and cries. Everyone was ready. Their lives would end in three minutes.

"Spill the blood from our bones, to bring peace to the world. Let our valor be buried in history, our sacrifice be told."

"Fellow Daoists! I will go on ahead!"

Qing Ran was the most resolute. Clutching a talisman, he took a firm step forward.

But a rustling sound ca from behind him—everyone else had taken a step forward with him.

No one stayed behind. No one retreated.

Faced with hundreds of green-faced, tusked zombies, these brave n were filled with terror, but they showed no sign of retreat, nor did they falter.

"I’m with you!"

"Don’t even think of leaving behind!"

Qing Ran took a deep breath, fighting back the sting of tears. He didn’t dare think of the wife and children he’d left at ho. Instead, he laughed with wild abandon.

"Charge!"

He gripped the talisman paper and, without another word, advanced on the zombies with ever more determined steps.

But just then, sothing unexpected happened. An impossibly beautiful young woman appeared, dragging a strange, lumpish object behind her.

Her stride was arrogant and her expression domineering, yet she was so beautiful it seed unreal—as if she were glowing.