The Killer Move of the Ghost Path
Cracks spread madly along the blade of the scalpel, instantly connecting with the other cracks on the ghost's body. Chu Wenbin widened his eyes in astonishnt, roaring in despair,
"You..."
"Besides, there is one thing you got wrong," Chu Muyun looked down at Chu Wenbin, who was about to suffer an Annihilated Soul, and spoke slowly.
"You and I... are fundantally not the sa kind of people."
Bang—!!
As the cracks completely enveloped Chu Wenbin's body, he directly exploded into scattered soul fragnts. Tiny specks of faint light dispersed around Chu Muyun. This inner demon that had dominated him for many years had finally completely disappeared today...
And after Chu Wenbin died, this house projected from his mories also rapidly faded.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Thin streams of fresh blood flowed down from the corner of Chu Muyun's mouth. He coughed weakly a few tis. Giving one last look at this house that was about to completely vanish, he turned around and walked toward the street.
A figure with white hair fluttering in the wind, completely wrapped in bandages, was already waiting there for quite a while, leading a floating ghost on a leash.
Chu Muyun looked at Jiang Xiaohua, his gaze incredibly complex. "...Thank you."
Jiang Xiaohua smiled faintly.
"You're welco!"
"But there's one thing I don't quite understand." Chu Muyun thought for a mont. "Back in the Wuji Domain, you were also a target of Chu Wenbin's human experintation, right?"
"Right."
"The reason I was able to survive back then was because of the Eight of Hearts' help, plus I was lucky enough to step onto the [Blood Slaughter] path..." Chu Muyun paused.
"But you..."
"How did you survive?"
Jiang Xiaohua blinked innocently.
"...Inconvenient to say?" Chu Muyun asked.
"Mhm."
"Why?"
A look of reminiscence flashed across Jiang Xiaohua's eyes.
"Because... this is a secret between and soone else."
...
The River Styx.
"Master!"
"Master——!!"
A figure in a Tang suit shuttled between the surging ghosts. While keeping his mind guarded to maintain his sense of self, Sun Bumian shouted at the top of his lungs in the River Styx.
Within the River Styx, without specific thods, the probability of finding a certain ghost was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack...
But Sun Bumian was different.
He had co to the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path so many tis that he simply didn't even need to look for his master himself. Every ti he entered the River Styx, his master would find him on his own...
"Master!"
"My good master who can divine the workings of the heavens~!"
"My suave and elegant good master who possesses Foreknowledge~~~"
"Your obedient disciple has co to see you again!"
"Where is he?!!"
Sun Bumian swam in the River Styx for a long ti, shouting until his voice was almost hoarse, but among the boundless sea of ghosts, he still hadn't seen that familiar figure.
Sun Bumian frowned slightly and subconsciously began to calculate. But as the energies of good and ill ons evolved, he still didn't sense his master being in any danger...
Seeing that he was about to cross the River Styx and reach the shore, Sun Bumian couldn't help but mutter to himself,
"This old coot... where did he run off to, abandoning his disciple and not caring??"
...
On the other side.
A figure draped in a theatrical robe with black patterns on a red background stepped into the flowing River Styx step by step.
"The residual mories within the ghosts...?" Chen Ling closed his eyes, sensing the changes after stepping into the River Styx, and muttered to himself. "No wonder they say the living easily get lost upon the River Styx. If there is no anchor, it's very easy for ordinary people to lose themselves."
"But..."
"It poses almost no threat to ."
A unique opera mask blood on Chen Ling's face. Under the enhancent of [Paint the Rosy Face], Chen Ling's entire temperant underwent a change. Even as an ocean of ghosts washed over his body, his expression showed not the slightest abnormality.
Who was Chen Ling? The nurous personalities of the Calamity of Mockery had once tortured him to the point of wishing for death. He had experienced an unknown number of tis of Bewildernt, lost himself an unknown number of tis, and recovered himself an unknown number of tis... An ideological impact of this magnitude simply couldn't shake Chen Ling in the slightest.
No one was more resolute than the current Chen Ling.
Chen Ling's figure shuttled through the River Styx. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes... A long ti passed bit by bit, but Chen Ling still hadn't seen the other end of the River Styx.
The basin he was in seed to be much wider than he imagined.
Was it bad luck?
Or...
Was the Ghost Path targeting him?
Chen Ling had killed Kongwang with his own hands, so he should currently be the Ghost Path's number one target. If it wanted to find an opportunity to strike against him, then the River Styx was indeed the best location.
Buzz—!!
The next second, the ghosts flowing around Chen Ling beca increasingly turbulent!
The river, which was originally just rolling forward, suddenly surged as if it had gone mad. Dozens-of-ters-high waves crashed into each other, and the mournful howls of countless ghosts drilled into Chen Ling's mind.
Chen Ling's gaze hardened slightly.
"It really ca."
"I'd like to see... just what ans this so-called Ghost Path has?"
Chen Ling didn't have the slightest intention of evading. Like an arrow released from a bowstring, he charged straight toward that sky-blotting tide of ghosts!
Boom—!!
His figure was subrged within it.
...
"It's you."
"It's you!!"
"You killed !!!"
"Why did you kill ! What right do you have to kill !?"
"You killed us, so we also want you to taste... the flavor of death!"
Countless voices echoed in Chen Ling's ears. When he opened his eyes again, ferocious faces were floating in the void, glaring angrily at him.
Chen Ling frowned slightly. He didn't understand what the current situation was. His body retreated backward uncontrollably, and the next second, as if tripping over sothing, he plumted headfirst from the high altitude of a certain building!
An intense feeling of weightlessness enveloped Chen Ling. He turned his head in confusion and saw a familiar city entering his sight...
The South Sea Domain?
The mont these words surfaced in Chen Ling's mind, his figure smashed fiercely into the earth, and his entire person directly burst apart, spraying blood in all directions!
Chen Ling's vision was instantly plunged into darkness.
He died.
When he opened his eyes again, he inexplicably found himself standing on a street not far from where he had just fallen. He was carrying a lady's handbag and wearing high heels, crossing the street. Suddenly, his body uncontrollably took two quick steps forward...
Then, a speeding truck crashed head-on into her body, and the entire person once again burst into a cloud of blood mist.
He died again...
At this mont, Chen Ling seed to realize sothing.
"Are these... all the people I killed in the South Sea Domain?"
When Chen Ling was Slaughtering the Calamity in the Ghost Mockery Abyss, his body had been controlled by Black Ling for a period of ti. At that ti, using the Thought Storm, he had affected the minds of the citizens in the South Sea Domain who had once hurled abuse at him across space. Through influencing their thoughts, he had killed over a thousand people in one breath!
Now, driven by the Ghost Path, the deaths of these over a thousand ordinary people intertwined in the River Styx into a torrent of "Causality" aid at Chen Ling, thoroughly sweeping him into it.
It wants to make experience death over a thousand tis and ultimately lose myself in the River Styx?
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