Piercing infant cries incessantly filled the air, as rolling black resentful energy enveloped the entire factory.
Refine little ghosts.
With a single teleportation, Su Li was already inside the deepest workshop of the factory.
This abandoned factory was covered in rust, the workshop was empty, the equipnt that once filled it had long been removed.
Right now, the floor covered in a thick layer of dust had several Arrays drawn with Black Dog Blood.
And there were various flags that looked ominous inserted among them.
In addition to that, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in the center of the Array, in front of him was a set of fresh bones.
The tiny and delicate body exclusive to an infant.
On the small body were shades of green and purple, showing clear signs of having endured painful torture before arriving in front of him.
A white ghostly figure floated above the skeleton, its body tightly wrapped in the threads emanating from the Array.
The middle-aged man constantly muttered Spells under his breath, and his hand movents never ceased.
The infant’s wailing grew more and more intense as it agonizingly tumbled through the air, with every struggle, the threads around it tightened even more.
The soul, originally as white and pure as paper, gradually turned black due to the excruciating tornt.
Thick resentful energy radiated out from the blackened soul.
The unconsoled pain corroded the hearts of people like a tangible substance.
The middle-aged man seed almost unable to hold on, his mind wavered, his body slightly shook, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
Conversely, his eyes that violently snapped open revealed a feverish joy and excitent.
The Spell he was pronouncing beca faster, his hand movents sped up significantly, becoming a blur of afterimages.
This ti he was certain he would refine the most powerful little ghost.
It seed the middle-aged man’s refining process had reached its final stage, as the nacing cries of the little ghost gradually weakened.
The man bit on his own middle finger, squeezing out a drop of blood, and flicked it towards the little ghost.
He already foresaw a life of widespread slaughter and admiration through the power of this little ghost.
The smile on the man’s lips widened imnsely, which was when an utterly unexpected accident abruptly occurred.
The Blood Pearl that was ant to land on the little ghost stopped just a finger’s distance away from the ghostly figure, blocked by an unseen barrier, unable to cross the short distance no matter the effort.
A chill settled in the middle-aged man’s heart, a bad premonition following closely.
Quickly and warily, he stood up, the scattered flags within the Array summoned by his will to fly around him, forming a protective circle that enveloped him.
Tsk tsk tsk, quite the quick reaction there, but it seems he overestimated his own strength.
Had the man realized sothing was amiss at the first sign of trouble and fled, Su Li might not have had the opportunity to deal with him.
But it seed he was quite confident in himself.
Despite the alert posture, it was all just a result of caution ingrained from past habits, an instinctive reaction.
In truth, while his face showed a frown mixed with anger, there wasn’t much concern.
Su Li saw through it clearly, but this ti, the man would pay the price of his life for his arrogance.
"Who is it? Hiding your head and showing your tail, your grandpa Zhang Dahai is here cultivating, so you’d better leave quickly, or don’t bla for being impolite."
The middle-aged man Zhang Dahai figured that after giving his na, the other party would be sowhat daunted by him.
It’s just that the na Zhang Dahai had an infamous reputation among the circle of able people, deed despicable by everyone.
Despite this, due to his formidable strength and cruel thods, few people would cross him.
"Giggle giggle... How are you going to be impolite to , hmm?"
A voice as lodious as a lark’s song drifted through the empty workshop, creating echo after echo.
Ordinary people would only find the female voice pleasing, but to the ears of Mysticism Practitioners, it was far from beautiful.
The delicate voice, laced with Ghost Energy, was pure torture to the ears, akin to having sharp needles jabbed into one’s eardrums.
It was nothing more than a ghostly voice, but Zhang Dahai felt a sudden pain in both ears, as a stream of blood-warm liquid seeped out.
Zhang Dahai ntally cursed, quickly pressing on his own body twice to stop the bleeding from his ears as he hastily pulled sothing out from his chest and threw it toward the source of the voice, then turned to flee.
He still had so sharp intuition; judging by a re voice, he had roughly assessed that he was no match for his adversary and prepared to escape without a second thought.
But thinking of escape only now seed... a bit too late.
Zhang Dahai’s feet appeared to be glued to the floor with super-strong adhesive; no matter what he did, he couldn’t lift them.
He felt bitterness in his heart and endless regret as he watch his body, starting from the soles of his feet, get slowly eroded by the bone-chillingly cold Ghost Energy.
A red shadow gradually coalesced before him.
A female ghost holding a Bone Fan, clad in a crimson brocade cheongsam, her black hair tied up, half of her red lips hidden.
Zhang Dahai’s eyes were wide open, his pupils constricted to the size of needlepoints, terror reaching its peak.
He had rely wanted to refine a powerful little ghost; how had he attracted such a formidable ghostly entity?
But before Zhang Dahai could express more of his fright, the Ghost Energy had spread to the top of his head, shrouding his entire person within it; from the outside, all that could be seen was a writhing mass of black mist, like a living thing.
After a little while, at the spot where Zhang Dahai stood, once the Ghost Energy dispersed, not even a single strand of hair remained.
Su Li’s lips curved into a slight smile, she shook the delicate Bone Fan in her hand a few tis, then "snap" folded it and pointed the tip of the fan toward the direction of the little ghost.
The little ghost, which had been wailing in sorrow at the arrival of Su Li, instantly hushed, gazing at her with eyes full of adoration and longing.
After Su Li disposed of Zhang Dahai and released it from its binds, the little ghost joyfully flung itself towards her but stopped several steps short.
It looked up tentatively, the inarticulate screeching sounds ca from its mouth.
On its grim, twisted, pitch-black face, it cracked a grin, revealing a row of sharp, pointed teeth.
The little ghost’s appearance could be described as terrifying, but Su Li wasn’t put off by it, she gestured, bringing the emaciated little ghost into her embrace.
The intense Ghost Energy emanating from Su Li allowed the little ghost to let out a tiny, contented burp.
It covered its mouth, staring blankly at Su Li, eyes filled with complete trust and closeness for the Lord Ghost Immortal.
After a while, Su Li even ca to think that the little ghost’s ugly little face was sowhat cute.
Ugly yet adorable.
The little ghost, initially calm and serene in Su Li’s arms, suddenly bared its teeth and gnashed them; its dried-up limbs waving frantically in one direction, its little black face’s resentnt surged, and it let out piercing cries one after another.
The workshop’s old glass windows shattered in response, and the corners were filled with debris rising into the midair with the sound waves.
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