"Did it fail?"
At this mont.
Restless souls wandered on the vast road, and not far from this road, a young man, about twenty years old, suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground. novelfirenet
His skin began to rapidly turn a dark, ashen gray, and his facial features gradually blurred, as if he were about to disappear.
Yet, the fallen Liu Qi still clung tightly to the ghostly woman before him.
These three ghostly won, tall and slender with graceful figures, looked like beauties if their heads were covered, but disturbingly, one of them only had a pair of ghastly white eyes, another only a bright red lip, and the last one only a pair of pallid ears.
At this mont, the three eerie won held hands, trapping Liu Qi and the fallen Seow Yang in the middle.
A certain dreadful, lethal supernatural force made it impossible for the ghost handler to resist.
Seow Yang was already dead, and Liu Qi was about to follow.
He used his own curse to try and transfer the supernatural force from the three ghostly won onto himself. Although he succeeded, their supernatural force was too strong. Even transferring a part of it through contact, the deadly assault of these hand-holding won couldn't be resisted by Liu Qi.
Right now, he wasn't dead, only because the supernatural power within Liu Qi was still fighting back.
But if this continued, Liu Qi would either die from the ghost's resurrection or be killed by the attacking supernatural force. Both ways led to death; there was no second path.
Yet, even at this point, one of Liu Qi's hands still stubbornly grasped onto another person.
That was a soul.
This was his father, who had died horribly in the village to save him. The regret still tornted him, so he wanted to bring his father back, leave Baishui Town, and appear in this world as a living person.
"I can't do it. I couldn't bring you back to life."
Lying on the ground, his strength was fading as he held onto 'father's' hand. Blood began to flow from the corner of his lips, and his vision quickly blurred, even his hearing was rapidly fading away.
He wanted to speak but realized he couldn't feel where his mouth was anymore.
Because at this mont, Liu Qi's eyes, mouth, and ears were disappearing.
"Seow Yang, I'm sorry. It's my fault you died, but I'll soon join you." Liu Qi felt a mix of unwillingness and pain in his heart.
His impulsive and reckless decision not only killed himself but also the person in charge, Seow Yang. Most importantly, as Seow Yang died, the residents of Baishui Town lost the supernatural rain that kept them in their undead state. By then, Baishui Town would suffer heavy casualties... Everything was caused by him.
At this mont, Liu Qi felt ashad of his death, knowing there were better options, yet he chose the worst one.
But just as Liu Qi faced death,
The soul he held seed to realize Liu Qi couldn't take it off this road, or perhaps for so other reason.
The once lifeless, stagnant soul suddenly twisted its neck, casting a strange look at Liu Qi.
Then its cold arm flung outward, breaking free from Liu Qi's grasp, turning slowly, and walking deeper into the road. Astonishingly, the three ghostly won holding hands didn't stop this soul but instead let it slip away beneath their arms.
As this soul left, its face, which once looked identical to Liu Qi's father, gradually turned unfamiliar, completely changing into soone else—strange and chilling, much like the other wandering souls on the road.
Eventually, the soul rged back into the multitude of other lost souls, never to be found again.
Liu Qi's vision had completely blurred at this point, unable to discern anything around him, but he still felt the soul he'd refused to let go had broken free and left him.
He mocked himself with a bitter smile, only able to twitch his cheek, unable to produce any sound.
"Maybe this is my greatest retribution, even 'father' abandoned . Did he think following was a wrong decision, or did the soul of a deceased feel imnse disappointnt in ?"
That was what he thought.
Perhaps Liu Qi didn't realize, the soul here might not be his father, or perhaps the soul here could be anyone.
When you think the soul is your kin, it can beco your kin; when you don't, then it's rely a ghost wandering here.
The dim, ashen aura was already eroding Liu Qi's face.
His mouth and eyes were gone, his ears disappeared at so point too.
Only his nose and eyebrows remained on his face, making him look absurd.
Without a mouth, he no longer bled from there, but instead, thick blood continuously oozed from his nose, his consciousness muddling along with it.
But just as Liu Qi's consciousness was about to completely vanish.
Was it an illusion before death?
His nose twitched, catching a whiff of a burnt, rancid sll in the air.
Like a corpse being charred.
It seed this burnt stench wasn't an illusion.
Liu Qi even felt a searing sensation on his skin.
At that mont, he suspected that a raging fire had broken out around him, and that he was now engulfed in flas.
But Liu Qi couldn't see, leaving him unable to determine if this feeling was accurate.
But it no longer mattered.
He had accepted his failure, now waiting for death.
However, as ti passed,
Liu Qi noticed his fading consciousness persistently remained, gradually becoming clearer.
"What's happening?"
Doubt arose in his heart.
But Liu Qi's feeling wasn't wrong; a raging fire indeed burned around him, a green Ghost Fla, eerily cold, capable of scorching the supernatural.
The Ghost Fla's reach was vast.
As if determined to burn everything on this road to ashes, firelight stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly endless.
And within the depths of this firelight,
Yang Jian marched toward him expressionlessly, stepping firmly on the ground, clutching a cracked long spear, fending off ghosts managing to escape from the flas.
"As expected, Liu Qi and Seow Yang have t with trouble. When the rain stopped earlier, I imdiately thought of this and couldn't put my mind at ease, so I decided to co back and have a look. But it seems I'm too late; the two of them appear to have been killed by ghosts."
His gaze was cold as he looked past the flas and saw the situation on the road.
Three eerie won, hand in hand, surrounded Seow Yang and Liu Qi.
The two were lying lifeless on the ground, their condition even abnormal for corpses.
This situation is very consistent with those killed by ghosts.
Yang Jian continued to approach.
Yet, the three won-like fierce ghosts still stood there hand in hand.
The fire had fallen onto these three fierce ghosts and was burning fiercely.
But the Ghost Fla was only burning the backs of these three fierce ghosts, unable to cross over their bodies to envelop them.
The six cold arms ford a circle, as if it was an insurmountable barrier, even the Ghost Fla couldn't corrode it.
Yang Jian's arrival seed to attract the attention of the fierce ghosts.
One fierce ghost with the Ghost Fla burning on its back, its pale ear twitched slightly as if it heard Yang Jian's footsteps approaching, and it imdiately turned its head towards Yang Jian.
One ghost turned its head, and the other three ghosts followed suit.
"Have they noticed ?" Yang Jian stopped his steps, his expression becoming solemn.
But the ghosts remained inactive.
After pausing for a mont, Yang Jian quickly realized sothing was wrong. He saw Liu Qi's corpse on the ground with one hand still clutching one fierce ghost's ankle, refusing to let go.
"The ghost didn't attack and maintained this posture, could it be Liu Qi is not dead..."
His eyes flickered slightly.
Only if Liu Qi is not dead, the ghost's attack can continue, explaining why he is targeted by the ghost but not attacked.
Realizing this, Yang Jian didn't hesitate one bit and rushed towards the fierce ghost.
At this mont, the roles of hunter and prey seed to reverse.
Yang Jian intended to attack the fierce ghosts, rather than being attacked by them.
But the three hand-in-hand fierce ghosts made no move as Yang Jian approached.
Everything was as expected.
The ghost won't attack the next person until it kills Liu Qi.
And Liu Qi's survival is not due to his strong Supernatural Power but is attributed to his special curse, which transferred the ghosts' supernatural power onto himself, weakening the control. Though this transfer wasn't complete, it blocked this attack and held at bay for so ti.
If not for this special curse, his fate would definitely be the sa as Seow Yang's, dying instantly.
Yang Jian arrived, and the ghost didn't move, it was practically a living target.
The cracked long spear in his hand pierced through.
The fierce ghost whose ear moved earlier was imdiately pierced by a rusty Coffin Nail through its cold body.
Once the body of the fierce ghost was pierced, it instantly lost all supernatural properties and collapsed.
The cold hand-clasping arms fell limp and powerless.
The originally perfect enclosure dissolved because a fierce ghost was missing.
With the encirclent undone, Liu Qi's consciousness recovered significantly, his body moved slightly, regaining so sensation.
This scene fell into Yang Jian's eyes, confirming his conjecture to be correct.
It seed Seow Yang couldn't be saved, but Liu Qi was pulled back from the brink of death.
Although Liu Qi looked miserable, as long as he was alive, everything could be restored.
Just as Yang Jian subdued a fierce ghost and broke the hand-in-hand assault, the other two eerie won seed completely out of control, becoming agitated.
A fierce ghost with only eyes stared intensely at Yang Jian, those pale eyeballs gradually reflecting Yang Jian's image.
And another fierce ghost, its vibrant red lips parted slightly, twisting that slender bewitching yet cold and sinister body constantly closing in, seemingly wanting to kiss Yang Jian.
Being kissed by a fierce ghost is definitely not an encounter but a lethal supernatural attack.
Yang Jian wanted to move.
Yet, he suddenly discovered that his skin was covered with a layer of dull ashen gray.
His body was unable to move, as if it was a stiff corpse.
"Is it the supernatural power of another ghost?" Yang Jian's Ghost Eye slightly rotated, locking onto those pale eyes.
Yang Jian's image was reflected in the pale eyeballs.
But soon after.
A faint green fla appeared on those pale eyeballs.
The fla's reflection blurred Yang Jian's image.
Yang Jian's rigid body imdiately regained mobility.
Then promptly. .
The Firewood Knife fell instantaneously.
The neck of the eerie woman was imdiately torn open with a ghastly wound, and a heavy head fell to the ground, rolling to the side, after which the Ghost Fla ignited the head, and the fla burned fiercely once more.
"The coordination of three ghosts attacking is indeed dangerous, but now it's incomplete." Yang Jian retreated.
The fierce ghost with the twisting seductive body closed in continuously but was now distanced.
This retreat ant that the fierce ghost couldn't kiss Yang Jian.
Yet, the fierce ghost did not give up, still twisting its body constantly approaching.
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