Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Dead Body Lei Kun
Editor: Larbre Studio
“When we return to the Wanxiang Sect, let’s have Liu Ming drink the truth serum. We should be able to learn something,” Lin Qian thought silently, then turned to Lei Qian and said, “After collecting Lei Kun’s body, let’s head back to the sect first.”
“Hmm, that’s all we can do for now,” Lei Qian nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, a piercing scream came from behind, startling everyone.
Lin Qian quickly turned around, and upon seeing what was happening, he was dumbfounded.
He saw Lei Kun, who had been dead, suddenly come back to life, and his hands pierced through the chests of two outer sect disciples.
The sound of flesh tearing apart echoed as the resurrected Lei Kun ripped out the hearts of the two outer sect disciples and stuffed them into his mouth.
The sound of chewing came from Lei Kun’s mouth, and blood flowed continuously through his fingers.
Everyone present was terrified and trembled as they slowly retreated, hiding behind Lin Qian and Lei Qian.
Lei Kun, while gnawing on the fresh hearts, had tears streaming down his face, mingling with the blood as they slid down his pale cheeks.
“Brother… save me, save me!” Lei Kun suddenly released his hands and cried out to Lei Qian, who was petrified.
In Lei Kun’s gaping mouth, there were bits of undigested meat and blood already dripping from his teeth.
Lei Qian took a deep breath, warily eyeing Lei Kun as he shouted, “Little Kun, what’s wrong with you, what are you doing!”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I can’t control myself, I can’t control!” Lei Kun swallowed the contents of his mouth and cried in panic.
Lei Qian gritted his teeth, stepping towards Lei Kun, “It’s alright, I’m here!”
As Lei Qian drew closer, a faint blood-red glow appeared in Lei Kun’s eyes, and he suddenly reached out towards the front.
At such close range, Lei Qian could clearly see the sharp, pointed nails at the tips of Lei Kun’s fingers.
Remembering how Lei Kun had thrust his hands through the chest of an outer sect disciple and pulled out his heart, Lei Qian believed that his own throat was vulnerable to those sharp nails.
At this critical moment, a hand suddenly grabbed the back of Lei Qian’s clothing and yanked him backward.
Immediately afterward, a shadow of a leg flew out, striking Lei Kun square in the chest.
Lei Kun’s attacking form halted briefly, then shot backward like a cannonball, slamming forcefully into the trunk of a tree behind him.
The tree struck by Lei Kun broke with a sound, crashing down.
Yet Lei Kun, who had been kicked away, still didn’t stop, continuing to smash through three large trees in succession before finally collapsing to the ground.
“When did Lei Kun ever call you ‘brother’? Doesn’t he usually call you by your first name?” Lin Qian said, standing in front of Lei Qian and looking back at him.
It was Lin Qian who had pulled Lei Qian back and delivered that kick.
When the resurrected Lei Kun called Lei Qian “brother,” Lin Qian had already noticed something amiss.
During past conversations, Lei Qian had mentioned that ever since Lei Kun turned twelve, he stopped calling him brother and addressed him by his name.
At this moment, Lin Qian also realized what felt wrong.
The smell of death—Lei Kun didn’t have the slightest hint of it, which was utterly impossible!
Lei Kun’s flesh wasn’t strong enough to prevent rot after being dead and buried for seven days.
Lei Qian, who had been pulled to the ground by Lin Qian, got up, taking a few deep breaths, and his expression gradually calmed. “That scene just now left me a bit shaken.”
Lin Qian could understand; Lei Kun had no connection to him, but he did have ties of kinship with Lei Qian.
Even if they weren’t blood siblings.
“Human, you hurt me,” Lei Kun said, getting up and dusting off the wood chips on him. His bloodied mouth cracked into a grin. “Are you courting death!”
Seeing this, Lin Qian sighed and looked at Lei Qian beside him, “Lei Kun is already dead, and his body has somehow turned into this.”
After speaking, Lin Qian also felt perplexed.
Could it be that in this world, Soul Martial Artists stashed underground after death could still turn into this? Did this Lei Kun count as a zombie from his previous life?
“I understand!” Lei Qian fixed his complicated gaze on Lei Kun across from him, “If he really were my brother, you would have already kicked a hole through his stomach with that kick.”
Thunder roared, and Lin Qian’s body was enveloped in crimson-gold Thunder Soul Power. He stared at Lei Kun and said to Lei Qian, “You can’t make a move anyway. Leave it to me; take the other disciples back to the sect and report this.”
“I’ll try not to shatter him, to ensure he has a whole corpse.” Lin Qian spoke without turning his head, interrupting Lei Qian.
Lei Qian looked at the figure bathed in crimson-gold lightning, silently bowed in salute without saying more, then turned and shouted to the disciples, “All of you, return to the sect!”
After speaking, Lei Qian was the first to depart, bursting into his fastest speed and disappearing like a flash of lightning.
The other disciples, whose legs were weak with fear, were jolted into action and quickly turned to run towards the Wanxiang Sect.
“Leaving you alone, human, you’re really not afraid of death.” At this moment, Lei Kun sneered as he spoke.
Lin Qian felt very peculiar about Lei Kun speaking in front of him.
He simply couldn’t sense any life emanating from Lei Kun—instead, there was a heavy smell of death.
It was as if a corpse was speaking to him.
“Afraid? You’re just a dead body, what have I to fear?” Lin Qian sneered in response.
“Hahaha…” The dead Lei Kun threw his head back and laughed, then looked down at Lin Qian. “According to this body’s memories, you seem to be his enemy. In that case, why not take revenge for him?”
“Even though I just devoured two Shape Origin Realm hearts, it’s enough.”
As soon as the dead Lei Kun finished speaking, he vanished instantly.
Lin Qian’s pupils constricted, secretly astonished, “So fast!”
Lei Kun’s strength in life was nothing in Lin Qian’s eyes; solving it was merely a matter of a single kick!
Yet, the speed of this dead Lei Kun exceeded Lin Qian’s expectations.
At least, Liu Ming, who ranked seventh within the inner sect, couldn’t keep up with this dead Lei Kun’s speed.
The sound of wind rang out as the dead Lei Kun’s arm attacked from behind, with four fingers closed together like sharp knives, aiming to stab Lin Qian’s heart.
“But not faster than me!” Lin Qian suddenly shouted, whirling around to swing his right fist, enveloped in Thunder Soul Power, and clashed directly with the dead Lei Kun’s attacking right hand.
A loud collision sound erupted as the force spread out from the two, shattering the closest trees and causing those further away to tilt outward.
Lin Qian stood unmoving, while the dead Lei Kun was sent flying backward, the sharp nails on his right hand breaking.
“How can this human brat be so strong when he’s only in the Shape Origin Realm?” the dead Lei Kun thought as he flew backward. “It’s not wise to stay, or I might end up trapped here!”
The retreating dead Lei Kun, using the force of Lin Qian’s punch, rapidly retreated to the forest, intending to escape.
However, just as he turned, a spear suddenly shot forth, spiraling towards him and forcing him to land back in place instead of fleeing.
Staring at the grim-faced dead Lei Kun, Lin Qian teased, “I could never be alone, because I am the Emperor!”