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Chapter 320 - 221: Old Demon Duan’s New Role-Playing Game: I Want to Be the Manor Master! (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 320: Chapter 221: Old Demon Duan’s New Role-Playing Game: I Want to Be the Manor Master! (Please Subscribe)

Netherworld Mountain Villa’s Manor Master was slain, yet Duan Yun did not cease his busyness, for the Extraordinary Wisdom in his mind was still shimmering, spawning a new idea.

He swiftly stripped the Daoist robe from the other party’s body, and after fidgeting with the twisted silver mask for a while, it gradually regained its normal shape.

Once he donned the bloodstained Daoist robe and covered his face with the silver mask, then fastened those two silver bowls on his chest and put on the silver boots, Duan Yun’s entire appearance turned much more mysterious in an instant, already bearing some resemblance to the Netherworld Mountain Villa’s Manor Master.

Some people, even in death, can still be of some use.

Afterwards, he tore off the Human Skin Mask from his face and placed it on the shattered head of the dead Netherworld Mountain Villa’s Manor Master, accomplishing a substitution.

The Murong brothers walked over, their faces full of surprise as they said, "What is this..."

It felt as if a ghost had taken possession.

"What do you mean ’what is this’? That’s no way to speak to the Manor Master."

Duan Yun replied imitating the Manor Master’s tone.

The Murong brothers quickly caught on and said, "You want to impersonate the Netherworld Mountain Villa’s Manor Master, so what should I impersonate?"

Duan Yun looked at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "A zombie."

The Murong brothers exclaimed in shock, "I’m so handsome and suave, and you want me to play a zombie?"

"Your face is already green and the skin is torn, truly a natural-born actor," Duan Yun commented.

The Murong brothers took the Green Moon Saber and looked at their reflection. Whether his face was turning green, he couldn’t be certain, but indeed the Human Skin Mask was torn, only a few pieces stuck to his face, looking like rotten flesh.

From this perspective, his facial skin was fragmented, beset with patches of rot, his once handsome appearance no longer, his face lit with a greenish glow, indeed resembling a zombie.

However, he quickly remembered something and said, "This green hue of mine won’t last very long."

He already knew, if his face turned green, it must be the result of pushing the Endless Resentment Blade to its ultimate limit, even exceeding the body’s limits, while fighting the Netherworld Mountain Villa’s Manor Master.

To maintain it, he would have to remain in the state of "Endless Hatred Without Termination."

Duan Yun assured him, "It won’t be needed for too long. I have confidence in you."

The Murong brothers nodded and said, "I’ll do my best."

As they spoke, they recalled the image of Old Demon Duan treating the female sword immortal on top of their heads, especially the visage of Yu Zhenzhen, causing their countenance to turn even greener.

Truly, from ancient times, lots of passion leave copious resentment; Endless Hatred Without Termination!

While their faces turned greener, they asked, "What do you plan to do?"

"First, search the corpse," said Duan Yun.

Searching the corpse was practically the favorite and delightful task of chivalrous heroes.

The very next instant, the two of them had turned the Manor Master’s corpse upside down, showing absolutely no respect.

In the Murong brothers’ hands was now a piece of iron plate, while Duan Yun looked pensive upon the Manor Master’s corpse.

On the corpse were many differently colored flesh pieces, egg-shaped.

That was the flesh of the Corpse King!

Duan Yun recalled that room deep inside, where the suspended Corpse King had many holes gouged out.

The flesh from those holes has ended up here.

This madman actually fused Corpse King’s flesh within his own body, which was the reason for his subsequent sprouting of zombie hair.

This bizarre fusion reminded Duan Yun of the temple cellar, where the long-haired woman grew together with a centipede.

However, obviously, the techniques of this Mountain Villa Manor Master were more ingenious because he was still able to maintain human consciousness.

As for the centipede woman, she could no longer be called human.

At this moment, the Murong brothers exclaimed in surprise, "Look at this iron plate..."

Duan Yun took it and inspected it, also revealing a surprised expression.

The iron plate was made of a very special material, a metallic substance with the feel of jade, engraved with intricate patterns.

What first caught the eye was a silver face, followed by the hand behind that silver face.

It was a hand with nine fingers, and on the back of the hand was an eye.

A thread hung from one of the fingers, entangling the silver face.

"Prince Yuxiao?" Duan Yun mused with confusion.

The last time he saw a similar iron plate was on the person of Prince Yuxiao of the Qiongling Sect.

At that time, he had speculated that Prince Yuxiao must belong to a mysterious and terrifying organization, controlled by this hand with nine fingers.

Now it seemed his guess was correct; this Manor Master of the Netherworld Mountain Villa also belonged to this organization.

Whether it was Prince Yuxiao or this Manor Master of the Netherworld Mountain Villa, they both held high positions within the Martial World, yet they had to be controlled by this hand, indicative of the hand’s terror.

Duan Yun, while reshaping the flattened silver bowl on his chest to be round again, asked, "Is there any nine-fingered personage in the Martial World?"

The Murong brothers pondered and said, "A hundred years ago, there was a Nine-fingered Divine Beggar who was the Gang Leader of the Beggar Gang back then, but it was his right foot that had nine toes, not his hand."

"There are people coming."

As Duan Yun spoke, he tucked the iron plate into his chest.

The Murong brothers suddenly stiffened, freezing in place.

A zombie should look the part.

In the dim forest, three figures soon appeared.

Judging by their movement techniques, all three were skilled in Qinggong.

On seeing Duan Yun, the trio hesitated for a moment, their faces showing fear.

This area was under Impermanence Hall’s territory, and typically, Assassins had no right to come here without orders; the previous two, one dead one injured, couldn’t resist the urge to join the commotion.

These three, as "wings" of the Manor Master, dared to come here boldly.

Even without witnessing the bloodshed firsthand, the aftermath of the battle still left them shaking in fear.

The corpse on the ground, with its head smashed and covered with a Human Skin Mask, was terrifying.

The two parties, each on opposite sides of the river, the three in black dared not come closer.