Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 522

"Ow!"

The female ghost let out a painful roar, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Her gaze towards Ling Yanyan was filled with apprehension: "Your strength is actually this great!"

She sensed that Ling Yanyan's physical body was very strong, no weaker than hers, and that she would definitely suffer if she fought Ling Yanyan head-on.

Ling Yanyan sneered, "My strength is not just that simple. I'm going to kill you tonight!"

As Ling Yanyan spoke, he stepped closer to the female ghost, flicked his wrist, and wielded the peach wood sword with impenetrable speed, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the female ghost's surroundings, guarding against her sneak attacks.

"Hehe!" the female ghost giggled. "Do you think you can defeat me?"

Ling Yanyan's expression changed slightly, and a sense of crisis rose in his heart.

He let out a low shout, his aura surged, and he seemed to transform into a golden warrior as he charged towards the female ghost.

The female ghost's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly came forward.

Ling Yanyan clashed fiercely with the female ghost, each move fraught with danger.

Ling Yanyan lived up to his reputation as a cultivator; his strength was extremely powerful. Even though he was just a novice who had just entered the Martial Apprentice realm, he managed to gain the upper hand thanks to his extraordinary combat awareness and powerful physique.

The female ghost was forced to retreat, her body covered in countless cuts and wounds.

"Damn humans! Just you wait, I'll be back for revenge!" The female ghost roared with hatred and venom, then vanished without a trace.

Ling Yanyan raised an eyebrow. He vaguely sensed a chilling aura, clearly indicating that the female ghost was plotting a terrible revenge after leaving.

Ling Yanyan cursed under his breath, realizing he hadn't expected to provoke a vengeful ghost. This was troublesome.

Just as Ling Yanyan was about to leave the haunted house, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

Following the gaze, Ling Yanyan froze on the spot.

His eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape.

What did Ling Yanyan see?

Those are two things.

A jade pendant and a token—these are wedding rings for a man and a woman; the man is handsome and dashing, and the woman is beautiful and charming.

Moreover, the two seemed to know each other and were chatting intimately together.

Ling Yanyan stared at the corpses of the man and woman, his expression stiff, remaining silent for a long time.

He didn't know what was going on, how could there be so many ghosts in this world?

"Buzz buzz buzz!" Just then, the haunted house suddenly started shaking.

Ling Yanyan was so frightened that his face changed drastically. He quickly took a few steps back and looked around warily.

"Boom!"

The door of the haunted house suddenly exploded, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, two rotting corpses rushed in from outside.

"Hahaha!" The female ghost laughed excitedly when she saw the two rotting corpses.

The rotting corpse's target was Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan frowned. He ignored the two rotting corpses and looked at the female ghost, coldly saying, "Since you like playing hide-and-seek, then play hide-and-seek with me!"

"What do you mean?" The female ghost was stunned for a moment.

Ling Yanyan grinned: "Don't you like playing games with me? I'll play along to the end!"

After saying that, he shot out and punched the female ghost hard in the head.

"Bang"!"

Caught off guard, the female ghost was sent flying by Ling Yanyan's punch, crashing heavily against the wall.

"puff!"

The female ghost spat out a mouthful of black blood, and wisps of ghostly mist surged out.

She glared at Ling Yanyan with resentment: "You destroyed my body and shattered my mind. You must pay the price!"

Ling Yanyan raised an eyebrow: "Are you a vengeful ghost?"

"Hehe, are you scared?" The female ghost revealed a hint of sarcasm.

"Afraid? What a joke! Do you think I, Ling Yanyan, would be afraid of you?" Ling Yanyan sneered, stomped his foot, and charged forward again.

"Bang!" With a wave of her hand, the female ghost unleashed a surge of dense black energy that condensed into a sharp blade, slashing fiercely at Ling Yan Yan.

"A mere trick!" Ling Yanyan sneered, and a surge of powerful true energy suddenly erupted from his dantian, gathering in his right fist.