At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing was like a pitiful insect possessed by a ghost in a horror movie, his body twisting into anti-human, appalling contortions under the possession of the vengeful spirit.

His head was twisted backward, and with a downward glance, he could see his shoulder blades.

His limbs were also twisted 180 degrees at the joints, so apart from his torso remaining unchanged, all his limbs were reversed.

If any other profession besides the Muyao (wood spirit) and Shugui (water ghost) were to suffer such exaggerated injuries, they would likely have died on the spot.

The powerful vitality and self-healing ability of the Night Wanderer (Ye Youshen) prevented him from dying immediately. "Hee hee, this is so fun, so fun..."

A crisp, childlike voice came from Zhang Yuanqing's body.

In the next second, Zhang Yuanqing's upper body slowly leaned backward, his heels planted firmly, his waist bending little by little, like a fully drawn bow.

His ribs protruded one by one, and his spine emitted a moan on the verge of breaking.

No, this won't do... Zhang Yuanqing was alarmed.

If his spine broke, the healing ability of a level 3 Night Wanderer would definitely be unable to restore it in a short time. He would lose his ability to cope with the crisis in the dungeon and would surely die.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the scene when he first used the Ghost Bride, his limbs cold and paralyzed, unable to exert any strength, and his body not controlled by his brain.

As his waist continued to bend, Zhang Yuanqing felt a slight pain in his cervical spine. In the current state of the brain's lack of sensation in the body, he could still feel slight pain, indicating that the spine had begun to fracture.

Zhang Yuanqing burst out with the last bit of his strength, and a dark, viscous power surged in his eyes, filling his eye sockets.

Spirit Devour (Shi Ling)!

Spirit Devour is the nemesis of all spiritual bodies, the divine skill of the Night Wanderer to dominate the spiritual realm. Even if the strength of the two sides is vastly different, it can still briefly suppress and affect the wraith.

"Ah~" A slightly frightened, low cry came from his body.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing felt the coolness in his body weaken a little, and the brain's control over the physical body was somewhat restored.

Only then did he clearly feel the severe pain in his waist, a breath-catching, chilling pain.

Ignoring his injuries, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity and roared to the sky.

A bright, dazzling moonlight broke through the clouds, shining on Zhang Yuanqing like a searchlight.

Moon Howl (Xiao Yue)!

Moon Howl is the unparalleled skill of the Night Wanderer. It can only be used at night, borrowing strength from Taiyin (the moon), greatly enhancing the Night Wanderer's physical strength and skills. It is a life-risking divine skill.

But the price is that in the next three hours, the Night Wanderer will enter a state of exhaustion. Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing rarely uses this skill.

His aura suddenly soared, and even the skill "Spirit Devour" was slightly enhanced, further suppressing the ghost doll in his body.

In an instant, Zhang Yuanqing regained 50% of the dominance over his body. His waist and back bounced, and he straightened his body. With a "kacha," his reversed right arm returned to its original position. He grabbed in the air and pulled out a Yin-Yang Dharma Robe and a pair of yellow silk-woven boots embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns.

He wanted to use the Yin-Yang Dharma Robe to resolve the ghost doll's killing rules.

Zhang Yuanqing raised his right foot and probed into the Houtu Boots, but when he wanted to move his left foot, he was dismayed to find that the control of this foot was still in the hands of the ghost doll.

"Hmph, you bad guy, you don't want to play games with me, I'm going to kill you~"

The ghost doll seemed to notice his response, and its innocent, childlike voice revealed a coldness. Then, the suppressed Yin energy surged back, instantly taking control of the body.

Kacha~ His right arm was twisted again, and his waist was bent backward again. This time, the bending was faster and fiercer, as if trying to break his cervical spine directly.

At this moment, Undead No. 1, who had twisted the old man's head off, rushed over and kicked Zhang Yuanqing's right leg, knocking him to the ground and averting the fate of a broken cervical spine.

Then, Undead No. 1 gently swept his leg and kicked the other Houtu Boot towards the main body's left foot.

The Houtu Boot touched his foot and put itself on. Finally, Undead No. 1 grabbed the Yin-Yang Dharma Robe that fell on the ground and shook it towards the sky.

Whoosh!

The Dharma Robe unfolded, and the Taiji fish on the back appeared, rotating like a millstone. The Yang fish ground out scorching flames, and the Yin fish sprinkled illusory water.

The Water and Fire Array covered a radius of thirty meters.

Zhang Yuanqing's main body disappeared, replaced by two clay figures rising from the ground.

They had hard bodies, but their joints were extremely flexible, similar to terracotta warriors, and their facial features were exactly the same as Zhang Yuanqing's.

The clay figure standing in the flames looked around himself and said:

"In, ter, esting... This body, is, not, bad... But, I feel, weird, I, can't, say, where..."

The clay figure stepping on illusory water said:

"Why, do, I, feel, like, you've, gotten, dumber..."

And Undead No. 1 (Zhang Yuanqing), standing on the dividing line between water and fire, frowned as he looked at his two clones.

Are these two guys me? Why do they look like idiots...

The Water and Fire Clones originally had no expression, and their speech was also stuttering, like mentally handicapped imbeciles.

Oh, it's because my soul has been cut into too many parts... Zhang Yuanqing immediately understood that it was not that the Water and Fire Clones were weak-minded, but that they had been given too little of his soul.

Half of his soul was in the main body, and half was in the Yin corpse. After performing the Yin-Yang Dharma Robe, the Water and Fire Clones evenly divided that one-half of the soul.

Therefore, they would appear very dull.

At this moment, that small shadow, darker than darkness, ignored the burning of the flames and the scouring of the water, quickly swept towards Undead No. 1, and made a childish girl's laughter: "Let's play a game~"

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing did not delay any longer, and before the small shadow could possess Undead No. 1,

He made the two clones and one Yin corpse stand in a triangular position.

"You clap one, I clap one, play games before dark..." In the "peng peng" clapping of the clay figures, the interrupted game continued.

The ghost doll "wandered" around the three of them, wandering around them, complaining and crying, trying to possess them several times, but all failed.

Zhang Yuanqing was also suffering in his heart. The array time of the Yin-Yang Dharma Robe was fifteen minutes. If this time was exceeded, he would never be able to restore his human form.

So, if the ghost doll didn't leave within fifteen minutes, he would have to use the Demon Subduing Pestle.

At that time, everything would slide into an uncontrollable abyss.

Time passed like water, and finally, at the tenth minute, the ghost doll "stamped her feet"

and said:

"I hate it, you don't want to play with me, I'll come find you tomorrow~"

Then, the small figure quickly drifted away, merged into the deep night, and completely disappeared.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately lifted the array formation, restored his human form, lay on the ground in a large character shape, and gasped for breath.

Undead No. 1 stood guard beside him.

"Fortunately, when the old man zombified, it was already almost the first watch of the night (geng tian). Otherwise, this time would have been really dangerous. Damn it, this dungeon is not safer than Yin-Yang Town."

He lay in the dense night for nearly ten minutes before struggling to sit up.

The fractured neck bones, leg bones, and arm bones had been repaired well, but only to the point of normal movement, unable to do strenuous exercise.

Zhang Yuanqing's physical condition was very bad, on the one hand, it was the injury, and on the other hand, it was the sequelae of using Moon Howl.

But fortunately, the Yin energy here was extremely strong, and it was night, which was simply a treasure land for nourishing the Night Wanderer, greatly shortening the recovery time.

The night was deep, as black as ink. The mountain village was silent.

Zhang Yuanqing sat in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, with the Yin corpse acting as his guard beside him, and the old man whose body was separated not far away.

In such a depressing environment, he was not afraid at all, but felt like a fish in water, feeling very cordial.

"If I remember correctly, there is an hour between the first watch and the second watch, which is two hours. I am safe within two hours."

*The Almighty Soldier King of the Female President*

"Paper figures will appear in the second watch. According to normal logic, the level of danger should increase with time. The ghost doll in the first watch is already so terrible, so what about the paper figures in the second watch?"

"I don't know what's weird in the third watch. By the way, the old man has become a Yin corpse. The other villagers must be the same, so I can't get any information."

In order to verify his guess, he summoned Little Doubi and urged the baby spirit to climb towards the rammed earth house not far away.

Little Doubi passed through the wall and entered the house.

Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness entered the baby spirit, and his eyes penetrated the darkness, scrutinizing the scene in the house. There were two Yin corpses in the house, a man and a woman, who should be a couple.

Their eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and viscous saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths. They just stood there blankly in the house.

"They don't seem to have the characteristic of actively attacking people, at least not without entering the house. These villagers will not actively attack people..."

Zhang Yuanqing made a judgment in his heart.

These villagers are normal people during the day. At night, when Yin energy surrounds the mountain village, they will turn into Yin corpses.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but think of what the old man said when he zombified: Everyone will be dead by the fourth watch!

Being able to turn the living people of the entire village into Yin corpses should be done by that Junzhu (county princess). I was wrong, she is not fierce, she is super fierce. Can the Transcendence realm really cope with this kind of boss?

Zhang Yuanqing felt that something was not right.

The difficulty of this dungeon has exceeded the scope of level A. This is clearly level S, no, level S may not be so terrible.

"What am I thinking? Anyway, I can refer to Demon Lord's experience, and the predecessor's wool is not for nothing."

Zhang Yuanqing took out the Mao Wang (Cat King) speaker from his trouser pocket, placed it in front of him, patted the black metal shell lightly, and asked:

"How do I get through the next level, the paper figures?"

This time, the Mao Wang speaker was very cooperative, and a "buzzing" sound of current came from the speaker. A few seconds later, a shrill, terrified cry came: "Run, run away quickly~"

This sound was full of fear, with trembling, echoing in the dark night, bringing a creepy chill.

ps: Fix typos first, then update. Continue to code the next chapter, see you tomorrow morning.