Yama Rising

Chapter 577: Run, Child!

“No.” Qin Ye opened his eyes and scanned the vicinity, “In fact, I suspect that… they might already have noticed us.”

“Furthermore…” Qin Ye lifted his chin and directed Wang Chenghao’s gaze to the area just outside the ferry, “Haven’t you noticed that we didn’t encounter any obstacles along the way at all?”

Ignoring Wang Chenghao’s complaints, Oda Nobutada asked, “So, why aren’t they making a move?”

He glanced up at the dark night sky in the distance, “Well, one thing is certain - they wouldn’t make a move right away…”

“Just like a hunter, I’d wait and bide my time for the right opportunity to move. And believe me, the last thing that a person like him lacks is patience. His strongest trait is the fact that he’s cunning, just like a snake in the desert. So, from now on, you guys better stay on top of your toes. You’re here to help me out, and not to act as a hindrance.”

It was the witching hour. Just then, a long horn sounded from the heart of the Jukseong Dream Cathedral.

“Haah!” The living dead suddenly roared at the top of their voices. And then, they unanimously moved a step forward.

“Is this ship… actually going by land?!” Qin Ye glanced around in astonishment. He had a bad feeling about this, and his heart promptly skipped a beat.

Thump! Like the neatest of boatmen, all of the living dead neatly lifted their left legs and marched forward in unison, almost as though they were military soldiers who had performed the same drill countless times.

Thump, thump, thump! It was neat and rhythmic. After floundering about for a bit, Qin Ye and the rest managed to find their rhythm and move in tandem with the rest of the living dead. As they marched, the ghost ship that had been buried on the seabed for years began to shift out of the coast and into Gijang County.

Whoosh… From time to time, the hull of the ship would collide with the building on both sides, causing the walls of the building to crumble and collapse everywhere. After marching for about a kilometer, Qin Ye suddenly jerked his eyes up and glanced right up towards the national highway.

It was a flat expanse.

Qin Ye nodded. He finally understood where his bad premonition earlier had come from.

So, how would they possibly arrive at their destination in just a few days’ time?

They must have a way of manipulating the living dead such that they could move at breakneck speed!

Besides, who’s going to be casting this spell?

Or is it… the quill of the god of death?

The bow of the vessel was aimed deep into the horizon, where the national highway extended. It felt almost as though a raging wave had risen high up above them, ready to crash down on them at the moment’s notice.

The Tsar’s personal Yin artifact was located right above their heads. Regardless of how powerful the Second King Yanluo was, it didn’t change the fact his concealment ability had been casted on Qin Ye’s party from beyond the realm. Who knows whether it would be able to hold up underneath the might of the Tsar’s abilities?

These were heads of women. No, to be more precise, they were the heads of Hanako Ishii!

It’s coming… Qin Ye pursed his lips tightly. At moments like this, his intuition was the only thing he could actually trust.

Just then, a thin white line of white plumes show down from the bow of the ship and into the spines of all the living dead.

Meanwhile, the living dead around them had already begun to breathe once more. As they breathed, Yin energy filled their bodies, and their muscles immediately began to bulge wildly at once.

A split second later, the living dead suddenly began to run forward as it carried the massive vessel!

Thump, thump, thump! Tens of thousands of living dead were carrying a ferry and running across the national highway with incredible speed! Borrowing the relative speed of modern day transportation, they slowly accelerated to the speed of RC cars, and then buses, and then cars… until a minute later, when they actually reached speeds no different from that of an express train!

What kind of ridiculous spell is this?!

Yet what was even stranger was the fact that as their speed increased, their physical bodies slowly began to fade and grow hazy, almost as though they were rushing straight into the lands of the undead.

Unfortunately, Qin Ye didn’t have the luxury of time to consider these things in detail, because… he could hear soft gasps coming from right behind him.

The tide of corpses was blazing through the national highway of Gijang County. Yet what was perhaps most terrifying was the fact that their speed had reached that of peak Hellguard-class Yin spirits! This was simply beyond the speed that the other two could sustain!

In that instant, Qin Ye suddenly understood how the King of Spies was planning to sieve out the living from the living dead.

Meanwhile, Wang Chenghao desperately maintained the dull look of a living dead without even glancing up at them. That said, it was clear that his face was getting flushed.

This would include sweating, and increase in body temperature, and a rise in blood pressure.

We’ve been discovered.

The white mist that was emerging from their lips with each breath that they took stood out among the throng of living dead around them. Who would’ve thought that they would be caught in no less than ten minutes of their successful infiltration of the living dead?

Regardless, I’ll hold on for as long as I can… Wang Chenghao gritted his teeth and continued running forward. Unfortunately, as his breaths grew more ragged, so did the number of female heads that slowly gathered around him. Moments later, they suddenly opened their mouths and unleashed a terrifying shriek!

Their eyes bulged wildly, while their lips split open from ear to ear, revealing row after row of razor-sharp teeth within. A second ago, they all bore the same appearance of a beautiful lady, and yet a moment later, they all appeared no different from a terrifying asura. At once, they lunged straight for Wang Chenghao’s jugulars!

Right now, only one option remained - mutiny!

Back on the bow of the vessel. As soon as the human heads began to surround Wang Chenghao, Richard’s eyes snapped open, and he sneered, “Found you. Are you ready?”

“Don’t worry.” Richard transformed into a nethergale and flew straight into one of the cabins of the ship, “I’ve already sent a messenger bird out to notify Liu Yu. The one who wants that Judge-class Emissary of Hell dead isn’t us, but him.”

“Straddling the line between Yin and Yang?!” Qin Ye glanced around with disbelief as everything slowly turned illusory. Is this really what the Odious Spirit of Filth is capable of? Is this the might of the 7th-ranked special Yin spirit?!

No… Regardless of where it might be, I simply cannot allow them to seize the initiative!

“Ahh… it hurts…” “I don’t want to die…” “Save me…” “Ssss!!!”

“You’re finally here…” Choi Tae-min licked his lips excitedly, “Yes, that’s right… You’re the one… I remember you! You want to go to Gonjiam Asylum? I’ll give you a ride for free! Hahahaha!”

But not on your terms. I’d never think of charging right into the waiting arms of Liu Yu’s army and the forces of the Russian Underworld.

It was because a lantern was slowly emerging from the heart of the vortex.

“What’s this…” Richard was just holding a glass of wine in his cabin as he jerked his head up with great disbelief, “Marquis?”

“Marquis-class Yin energy?!”