Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“I had it hidden in my crotch. Luckily, when those women changed my clothes, they thought stripping me completely would be too much trouble.” Yun Jianyue’s tone was perfectly calm, as though this were the most ordinary thing in the world.

What kind of sane person hid a chainsaw in their crotch?!

Lu Changxue was losing it. More importantly, how had those women failed to notice a chainsaw that big in her crotch? Were they all farsighted or something?!

“What are we waiting for? Shouldn’t we be running?” Zhou Benxin asked.

Following his gaze, Yun Jianyue saw that Lu Changxue’s illusion had faded along with the resentment surrounding her. The villagers had come to their senses and were now staring at them with almost bestial eyes.

Or rather, they were staring at her.

Only now did Lu Changxue seem to realize she should be afraid, though Yun Jianyue had no idea what a ghost had to fear. “Why do they look like they want to kill you?”

Yun Jianyue nodded. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Zhou Benxin said, “So why are we still standing here?”

“Run!”

Before the word had even left her mouth, Yun Jianyue shot off at a hundred-meter sprint.

There were over a hundred people here. Even if half of them were elderly, weak, sick, or disabled, two humans and one ghost still couldn’t take on dozens of people barehanded.

“Holy shit, wait for me!” Zhou Benxin took off after her, shrieking at the top of his lungs. Lu Changxue played along perfectly, screaming as she floated beside them, as if the villagers could actually hit her.

The shriveled skin on Fifth Elder Zhou’s face trembled uncontrollably, like a crumbling ruin on the verge of collapse in an earthquake.

“The bride is still alive. The god never received its sacrifice…”

After muttering to himself, Fifth Elder Zhou broke into a deranged laugh. “Hahaha! It’s over! Xianyin Village is finished!”

His hysteria peaking, Fifth Elder Zhou roared with every ounce of strength he had, “None of us will survive! Kill them! Kill them and make them die with us!”

Many people in the crowd let out anguished wails that sounded almost like furious howls.

They were enraged. They were disgusted. They were terrified.

And every last one of those emotions found an outlet in Yun Jianyue, the bride who, in their eyes, should already have been dead.

The dark mass of villagers surged toward her, undisguised malice and murderous intent radiating from every one of them.

“Are they on steroids or something? How are they running so fast?!” Yun Jianyue shrieked.

“Who knew all these people over fifty were star athletes? If they’re not in the Olympics, I’m not watching!” Adrenaline flooded Zhou Benxin’s veins, and nonsense poured from his mouth.

Even he had no idea what he was saying. At a time like this, he just needed to say something to relieve the pressure.

Lu Changxue floated along, shedding tears of emotion. “I’ve never had this many men chase after me in my life. They’re a little old, though.”

Bang!

A fist-sized rock came hurtling toward them. It slammed into the ground hard enough to smash a small crater into the concrete road, revealing just how much strength the thrower possessed.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Zhou Benxin turned into a mindless swearing machine. The rock had grazed his ear as it flew past. If the throw had been even slightly more accurate, his head would have exploded!

Lu Changxue said, “Thank goodness they can’t hit me. That scared me to death.”

Zhou Benxin wanted to ask, “Is that any way for a human being to talk?” But then he remembered that Lu Changxue was a ghost and silently swallowed the retort.

Just as the two humans and one ghost fled for their lives, something strange happened.

The ground throughout Xianyin Village began to shake, as though something buried deep beneath the earth was about to burst through the surface.

Some of the villagers chasing Yun Jianyue were already in their sixties or seventies. They had lived most of their lives, but when the ground began to tremble, they were so terrified that tears streamed down their weathered faces. Some even forgot to keep up the chase.
Wisps of black yin energy seeped from the ground.

It looked like yin energy, but it wasn’t quite the same. Something seemed to have been mixed into it, something Yun Jianyue and the others had never encountered before.

At the entrance to the village, the old locust tree’s branches began growing wildly. Countless vine-like tendrils spread from its crown and came whipping through the air.

Several branches coiled around a few elderly villagers. Before they could even scream, the flesh and blood were sucked from their bodies, leaving nothing but shriveled skin wrapped around stark white bones.

“What the-”

Before Zhou Benxin could finish swearing, Yun Jianyue clapped a hand over his mouth and dragged him behind a wall.

“Hide here. I’m going to save them.” Yun Jianyue switched her mini chainsaw back on.

“They were trying to kill you, and you’re still going to save them?” Lu Changxue stared at her in disbelief. “Since when did you become the Virgin Mary? Give me back my shameless Darling!”

Yun Jianyue raised the mini chainsaw and flashed a toothy grin. “Your shameless Darling is about to chop you into mincemeat.”

Lu Changxue’s ghostly form shrank back with a whimper.

“They need to stay alive to atone for their crimes. Letting them die now would be letting them off too easily.”

With that, Yun Jianyue charged out without hesitation.

The skirt of her red bridal gown billowed in the gusts of sinister wind, even exposing the sweatpants she wore underneath.

Everyone else was fleeing for their lives. She alone ran against the crowd, straight toward the heart of the danger.

The sight was so surreal that, for a moment, Lu Changxue thought her best friend was radiating an inviolable divine light.

Then she looked again. Divine light, her ass. Her eyes must have been playing tricks on her.

“Are we really going to hide here and not help? Yun Jianyue is just a frail wom- Uh… No matter how tough she is, she’s still a girl.” Remembering the roaring chainsaw, Zhou Benxin hastily swallowed the words “frail woman.”

Lu Changxue glanced at him. “What do you think?”

“Screw it. If we die, we die together.” Spotting a hoe propped against the base of the wall, Zhou Benxin snatched it up and charged out without hesitation.

Brandishing her mini chainsaw, Yun Jianyue took a running start, kicked off the ground, and leaped into the air. Her body twisted into an impossibly flexible, almost freakish pose as she severed two locust branches.

The villagers who crashed heavily to the ground stared at her in terror and astonishment, seemingly unable to understand why she had saved them.

“What are you waiting for, death? Run!” Yun Jianyue cursed as she deftly cut through another branch.

The two villagers nodded blankly, scrambled to their feet, and fled.

One of them seemed to remember something. He turned and shouted to Yun Jianyue, “The Twin God we worship was carved from that huge locust tree at the village entrance!”

Still hacking through branches, Yun Jianyue found a moment to flash him an OK sign, indicating that she understood.

But more and more branches kept coming. They seemed to realize Yun Jianyue was interfering, and most of them abandoned their pursuit of the villagers to swarm her instead.

Zhou Benxin swung his hoe at one of the locust branches. The blow didn’t leave so much as a mark.

“How is a physical attack supposed to beat a magic attack? I’ll give you a buff!” Lu Changxue gathered the ghostly energy around her and infused it into Zhou Benxin’s hoe.

“Yun Jianyue is using physical attacks too! Why do hers work?” When Zhou Benxin swung the hoe a second time, the locust branch snapped with a loud crack.

Locked in fierce combat, Yun Jianyue immediately perked up when she heard him. “Because I’m a little fairy! I can do magic. Pew, pew!”