Faster than the childlike voice was the speed at which Wu Rong swung his saber.
The moment the suspicious bandage fell towards him, Wu Rong sensed something was amiss. Unhesitatingly, he swung his blade wrapped in dense black Yin Qi, directly chopping the bandage into two pieces.
It broke so easily?
Wu Rong became even more cautious. Immediately after, he saw the severed bandage wriggling like a cut earthworm, forming a heart shape right before his eyes.
“Amazing! What a fast swipe!”
The childlike voice that had just echoed in his ear praised him enthusiastically, seemingly unconcerned about Wu Rong’s action of cutting it. Instead, it complimented him on his even cut.
What is this?
This style of speech reminded Wu Rong of the stone-carved head. Could it be related to the Lantern Ghost King and the stone-carved head?
Wu Rong narrowed his eyes. At the same time, the audience witnessing this scene in the live broadcast room was also momentarily confused. Although they couldn’t hear the voice that rang only in Wu Rong’s ear, they could see the heart-shape formed by the bandage! It couldn’t possibly be a coincidence!
At the same time, inside the Public Security Bureau, Director Zhou and others, anxious about the disappearance of the white candle’s avatar, looked serious and solemn. Even Major General Lu, who had been monitoring Wu Rong’s live stream, didn’t hesitate to take out a specially made communicator to contact Master Ling Yun who had gone to guard the ghost candle. This communicator was exquisitely crafted and intricately engraved with symbols, allowing communication over the Tiankeng’s distance.
“Ding Ling Ling Ling——”
Clear and loud ringing unexpectedly sounded within the monitoring room, just as Major General Lu dialed the number! “Did Master Ling Yun drop his communicator?!” the old celestial master exclaimed, but his words were quickly denied.
“No, the ringing isn’t coming from here.”
Chen Xueshou said coldly, his skeptical gaze falling on the big screen, his murky, old eyes squinting. “It’s coming from here.”
Master Ling Yun didn’t forget his communicator, and the ringing wasn’t coming from a corner of the room. It was coming from the screen, from Wu Rong’s live broadcast room!
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After all, there was a few seconds delay in the live broadcast. By the time the officials determined the source of the ringing, Wu Rong had already heard it before them. The sharp and loud ringing came from behind the dense black mist, reminding Wu Rong of the ghost call he had encountered when he was just reborn. This test was indeed not simple; even he hadn’t realized that there was still a ghost hidden in the darkness!
Wu Rong’s attention was divided in two. He noticed that the moment the ringing started, the piece of linen lying limp next to the ghost candle suddenly trembled violently. The piece of cloth, broken into two pieces, rippled like waves of water, exhibiting clear extremes of fear and horror. What was the origin of this ringing? It seemed that the newly arrived ghost was even more formidable than the linen cloth.
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—Wu Rong remained calm and composed, still recalling that the ultimate test was to touch the ghost candle!
“Ah——!!”
“Hiss——”
“Hehe, hehehe.”
Three voices sounded simultaneously, and in the darkness where Wu Rong had thrown the Miao saber, the clanging sound of a metal collision rang. Accompanied by a familiar exclamation, a Taoist priest emerged from the darkness, dressed in white from head to toe. He held a dusting whisk in his right hand, and the old Miao saber was embedded in the handle of the whisk. Wu Rong didn’t know what material it was made of, but it was so sturdy that it hadn’t been cut through.
Nevertheless, the Taoist priest’s face showed relief, as if he had narrowly escaped a fatal blow. After all, judging from the height at which Wu Rong had thrown the knife, if it hadn’t been blocked by the whisk in time, his neck would likely have been in danger.
It turned out to be a familiar face.
“Master Ling Yun.”
Before the Taoist priest could speak, Wu Rong interrupted him with a polite but distant tone. The assessment was still being live broadcast, and every move he and Master Ling Yun made would be shown to everyone watching, so he shouldn’t act too close.
Moreover, after confirming Ling Yun’s identity, Wu Rong immediately shifted his focus. Two thoughts quickly flashed through his mind: first, he had clearly touched the ghost candle, so why hadn’t he been transported out? And second…
The eerie “hehe” sound seemed to be coming from his left hand.
The ghost hand seemed to have trapped the linen bandage, and apart from that strange giggling, it remained motionless.
“Master Ling Yun, take this.”
Wu Rong, who had been counting down the time in his mind, didn’t have time to consider much. He directly handed the object in his left hand to Master Ling Yun. Even if this linen cloth was bizarre, it shouldn’t cause any trouble in Master Ling Yun’s hands. Wu Rong still trusted his strength. Just as they exchanged it, Wu Rong glanced at it and seemed to notice that the originally yellowish-white linen cloth now had a faint red tint.
But before Wu Rong could take another look, Master Ling Yun suddenly flicked his wrist. The talisman sandwiched between his fingers turned into a pale flame, which promptly landed on the linen cloth without hesitation.
“I don’t want it, I don’t want it—!!!”
Amidst the mournful cries and sobbing, the linen cloth was burned to ashes by the talisman fire. As the fireball dissipated, Master Ling Yun’s slightly sinister face was once again covered by a faint smile in the glow of the flames, as if everything that had happened was a dream.
“I came in to fix it.”
Master Ling Yun flashed a standard, business-like smile at Wu Rong and kindly reminded him, “The assessment time is almost up.”
He was right, and Wu Rong was also pondering this question. The “ah—” and “hehe” just now were emitted by Master Ling Yun and the linen cloth respectively, but the hissing sound came from Wu Rong’s right hand.
“Is this the avatar of the ghost candle?”
Wu Rong asked abruptly.
“No, it’s the physical form of the ghost candle—”
Master Lingyun reflexively replied, but before he could finish, Wu Rong indifferently released his right hand and displayed what was inside it: “It went out.”
Huh????????????
Master Ling Yun’s eyes widened in a rare manner, only to see that the white wax, which had been the length of a finger joint just now, was now reduced to a puddle of wax. The hissing sound just now was the final groan of the candle as it burned out rapidly. And the faint flickering weak candle flame trembled for a few seconds after Wu Rong let go, and then…
“Sizzle.”
The candle flame extinguished.
Truly worthy of being the Ghost King Wu Rong!
This was the first reaction in the minds of both Master Ling Yun and Major General Lu, who either directly or indirectly witnessed this scene.
To be able to directly extinguish the candle of the Lantern Ghost King while still being alive!
“Bad news, the physical form of the ghost candle has burned out!”
In the monitoring room, besides Major General Lu, all the other top officials couldn’t believe it, becoming agitated and shocked. It’s unclear who was the first to say:
“The ghost candle has burned out, the Ghost King is about to cross over!”
Boom!
Within less than two seconds of the ghost candle extinguishing completely, a deafening roar echoed from the sky, like an ominous sign before a tsunami. The dense Yin Qi rapidly spread across the entire horizon, and amidst the clash of Ghost Qi, continuous roaring sounds could be heard, faintly revealing a distant horde of ghosts rolling in like a tidal wave.
The ghost tide preceding the arrival of the Ghost King had appeared prematurely!
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
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😏 wasn’t me
Haha, early than the arrival date. The 🏮 Ghost King is in a hurry. 😂 Poor coffin man.