The sack-like jaw overshadowed the black sun, spreading a sizzling, iron plate-like noise accompanied by black smoke and a burning stench throughout the room that even diluted the corpse’s foul sll.
Feng Xue sat in the room, "enjoying" this bizarre scene, feeling fortunate for the internal circulation feature that ca with the Masked Rider System.
"This transformation can’t be explained by normal possession, but without a doubt, that student is still ’alive’ from the perspective of the term ’Ghost Master.’ He’s simply possessed by a ghost, not turned into one."
Feng Xue thought quietly to himself, sensing the subtlety of the situation.
In terms of intensity and danger, this phenonon, which apparently looked like a hungry ghost (I know soone will ask how I know; in myths, hungry ghosts are depicted with swollen bellies but emaciated bodies, never able to satisfy their hunger), was actually not as complete as a Fire Ghost. Not to ntion completeness, the oppressive presence it inherently possessed was also far less than that of a Fire Ghost.
Such suppression occurred, Feng Xue could only temporarily attribute it to the remnants of supplies left for the hungry ghost during the previous fight, while the Fire Ghost and other five ghosts had exhausted themselves in their battles and had not digested after devouring.
However, these were just forced explanations by Feng Xue; conversely, the sa could be true.
Just as he continued to watch, his vision suddenly darkened—this ti he knew what it was—
The evil ghost had licked clean various bits and pieces in the room, including the Poisonous Insect Body he had left behind.
"Interesting, it can even eat the Poisonous Insect Body. I wonder if it can really see it, or if it accidentally swallowed it along with the carrier."
Feng Xue muttered to himself but didn’t rush to open the door. Instead, he set up so protective tools in the room and then lay down on the bed to sleep.
Upon waking, Feng Xue first fetched a small device resembling a thermoter, which was a byproduct from his previous major construction with no special function, other than displaying the user’s current ntal state like a thermoter shows body temperature.
The reason it was useless, he thought, was because it only provided a scale but could not determine whether you were just in a bad mood or contaminated by spirits; Feng Xue used it rely to roughly gauge if there was any impact before and after sleep.
"The value increased a bit. It should be the restorative effect of the sleep, but that kid didn’t co knocking after all, which is quite unexpected."
Feng Xue checked the tools in the room, confird there were no signs of intrusion, then assured himself he was armored, and got up to open his room door.
The living room now, compared to yesterday’s Hell Painting, was completely transford, without a speck of stain even in the cracks of the floor, as if it had been ticulously licked.
In the center of the living room, the plate that held the hot pot ingredients from yesterday had already ended up in the student’s stomach, but the incense burner and the Divine Master Card were still properly placed there, although the three incense sticks had burned out completely.
"Really? This student’s ghost isn’t interested in career compilation?" Feng Xue was very curious about this situation and imdiately went forward to pick up the Divine Master Card and inspected it closely, only to find that it wasn’t a temporary retreat, but genuinely had no traces of "dwelling."
Or rather, the last remaining traces inside were those left by the Fire Ghost.
"Star Lord with the brilliant pen!"
"Don’t call by that embarrassing na!" Hearing Feng Xue’s call, the Pen Immortal imdiately floated out of the pen with so complaints. Feng Xue ignored her protest and directly asked,
"Why would a ghost not care about career compilation?"
"How would I know?"
"?" Feng Xue raised his eyebrows, feeling the situation was not simple, especially since the Pen Immortal, clearly endowed with the common knowledge of ghosts in this world, didn’t know about this. Could it be that the Starving Ghost isn’t a ghost from this world?
At this thought, Feng Xue suddenly rembered other things the Pen Immortal didn’t know, such as—
Whether a Yang Ghost ford by losing one’s soul dines on souls.
"Because the Pen Immortal falls under the category of Yin Ghosts, does it only know the common knowledge of Yin Ghosts and not about Yang Ghosts?"
Feng Xue pondered this in her mind, but she had no Yang Ghost-related Tools at hand, and the only sowhat related object she had, the Quantum chanics ghost hand, was an illusion that wouldn’t be affected.
After a mont of contemplation, she decided to directly head to the student’s door and knocked.
After three polite knocks, Feng Xue stepped back slightly, and not long after, the door was pushed open.
At this mont, the student no longer had the beer belly he’d flaunted before; on the contrary, his body now looked as if he had specifically trained physically.
Although he appeared in great condition, the deep wariness was palpable—even without the Heart of Bright Mirror, she could feel it.
Before Feng Xue could speak, the student imdiately said,
"I’m not part of the sa System as you. Even if you kill , you won’t gain any benefits. You’re much stronger than , so there’s no need to worry about attacking you. The newbie task is just to survive; don’t force into a desperate fight."
"Oh?" Feng Xue was secretly surprised, deliberately pretending to be naive. Seeing this, the student offered no response, which made her sowhat helpless. She finally spoke,
"Do you mind exchanging so information? I’m quite interested in your so-called System. You don’t look like a newbie either, do you?"
Hearing Feng Xue’s words, the student wanted to refuse, but considering the overwhelming combat prowess this man had demonstrated the day before, and his own lacking strength, he rely sighed and said,
"All right."
With that, he stepped aside, gesturing for a more detailed discussion inside the room.
Feng Xue had no objections and followed the student into the room. A quick scan revealed sothing amiss—
Compared to her own room, every possible edible thing in the student’s room had vanished, not just food supplies, but even things sowhat related like leather sofas and leather chairs had all disappeared.
Feng Xue found a wooden stool and sat down. Seeing this, the student knew it was his turn to speak and directly said,
"Your path is ’Ghost,’ while the path I follow is called ’Insect.’"
"Insect? The Gu Worm kind of insect?" It was no surprise Feng Xue thought in that direction, considering the grotesque scene of intestines biting each other in this young man’s belly the day before—even she found it shockingly intense.
The student shook his head at her words and said,
"While I do use thods to cultivate Gu, this thod is applicable to both insects and ghosts, like that Fire Ghost. After consuming other ghosts, it can also transform into a stronger ghost. The difference between the two is more like..."
He seed to find it difficult to explain, paused to think for a mont, and then finally continued,
"Let’s put it this way, what do you think is possessing my body?"
Feng Xue looked at his now flat belly, knowing it was definitely not correct, but still guessed,
"A Hungry Ghost?"
Hearing Feng Xue’s guess, he shook his head with a look of ’as expected’, and then revealed the correct answer—
"No, what’s inside is a ’Gluttonous Insect.’"
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