Pale and cold slender fingers pressed on the wound on Wu Rong’s left arm, and the flowing blood was instantly swallowed up, healing the wound and leaving behind a light-colored scar. The blood stopped flowing but the Big Ghost’s fingers were still held there. Wu Rong frowned slightly as Big Ghost was using a lot of force and tended to lose control. His skin, which was particularly sensitive due to the impact of Yin Qi, felt slight pain.
Wu Rong simply frowned, and the Big Ghost immediately removed his pale fingers. The blood-red gauze-like cloth blocked his face from sight and Wu Rong was blocked by the Big Ghost, he was only able to see his thin yet straight shoulders and long, flowing black hair. Cold anger came from the Big Ghost, accompanied by a bloodthirsty murderous intent. The terrifying and powerful pressure swept out in every direction, but Wu Rong was the only one who wasn’t subjected to it.
The Big Ghost was very angry.
Wu Rong’s ice-cold body, which was disconnected from the world by Bai Mei, gradually warmed up a little bit. Chaotic and fragmented memories flew past his eyes like flying birds, and too many jumbled memories rushed out, making Wu Rong feel exhausted and drowsy. The battle that was happening in the real world seemed to be separated from him by a thick layer, both its sound and image were blurred. Only the Big Ghost’s intense emotions were extremely palpable.
Rage, cruel, bloody and murderous intent.
Wu Rong, who was unable to stand steadily, fell onto the Big Ghost’s back, he could only see black hair and scarlet blood in front of his eyes. It was very strange, the clothes on the Big Ghost’s body were all stained with blood, but Wu Rong didn’t smell the slightest scent of blood. There was only a cold and clean breath lingering around his nose, like the smell of winter’s first snow. Wu Rong was so tired that he had no strength and the Big Ghost’s hand supported him like a guide, gently pushing Wu Rong upwards.
In the end, Wu Rong lay sprawled on the Big Ghost’s back, using the last of his strength to loosely encircle its neck. With one hand, the Big Ghost steadily supported Wu Rong, carrying him with a calm and unhurried demeanor into the midst of battle. Wu Rong rested against the side of the Big Ghost’s neck, his eyes half-closed as he gazed at the battlefield. Their enemies were not within the underground cave but in the sky. A torrent of black and white energy surged out of Zhou Jin’s chest, flying upwards like an inverted waterfall, supporting Bai Mei who stood in midair holding the music box.
Thick wings formed from the congealed black and white energy extending from her delicate shoulder blades, one on each side. The music box was already open, and a miniature, pure and noble saintess held the hands of a young nun standing in front of a miniature church. With closed eyes, the two figures spun around and sang. Their voices were not physically present but resonated from the depths of their human souls. Sometimes, their voices were like the tempting whispers of devils, and other times, they resembled the sacred hymns of angels. These two entirely contradictory melodies could drive anyone to madness.
However, Wu Rong couldn’t hear it. The Big Ghost’s scarred body stood like a towering peak, blocking out anything that could harm him. Instead, his once fluid attack movements became slightly sluggish, his spiritual form stretched taut, and his Qi was increasingly frenzied.
Through the head splitting pain, Wu Rong, who had no energy at all, struggled and extended his hand with great effort, weakly covering the Big Ghost’s left ear.
You’ll defeat her, won’t you?
Wu Rong couldn’t stop coughing, his voice was very low. He wasn’t sure if the Big Ghost could hear him; after all, the Big Ghost had always acted as if he couldn’t hear his voice.
But Wu Rong didn’t mind.
Defeat her, and then you’ll unlock another layer of the seal, right?
Wu Rong’s coughing grew more severe, and a storm of fragmented memories surged through his soul, like sharp blades cutting it. When the soul is injured, the body’s reaction is doubled, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and his breaths seems to be absent. He was delving into the secrets of the Big Ghost amidst such a perilous and chaotic battlefield.
Yet, Wu Rong instinctively knew that the Big Ghost wouldn’t be angry.
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Just as he believed that the Big Ghost would emerge victorious.
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An explosive and bloody aura erupted as if from the depths of the eighteen hells. The color of crimson blood resembled the falling flower petalson the other shore, exuding a wild and ferocious momentum that horrified the entire battlefield. The barely audible sounds of metal dropping seemed even fainter at this moment. From the murky realm of Ghost Qi and bloodthirsty aura, the Big Ghost’s right hand pulled out, inch by inch, the tip of a white sword.
No, it wasn’t a sword; it was a human spinal bone, held taut and straight, with a sharp tailbone at its tip. The instant this bone sword appeared, the dominating Ghost Qi surged dramatically, transforming into a bloody Asura amidst its ruthless killing intent. Wu Rong lacked the strength to lift his head and focus on the battle; he merely seemed to hear a woman’s piercing, wailing laughter. This laughter was unusually sharp, there was pain and resentment, and there was also a joy and happiness that could not be ignored.
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This was not rain, but blood flowing from ghosts. In a place he couldn’t see, the torrent of black and white energy suddenly shattered into the sky like dying and entangled dual-colored meteorites, and along with them shattered the visage of Bai Mei.
No, the shattered face was not hers; but another face separated from Bai Mei’s ethereal form. It was of a fair and slightly curly-haired girl with eyes as blue as cornflowers. Adorned in a nun’s black robe with a silver-edge, her face, unlike her pretty eyes, was ugly and terrifying from being scorched. Just one look could make people fall into a nightmare.
The burned nun, with her face distorted, cradled the music box. Her petite and frail body gradually disintegrated along with the music box. Still suspended in midair, she glanced at the dazed Bai Mei, the near-death Zhou Jin, then at the Big Ghost, and the almost unconscious Wu Rong on his back.
Finally, the nun looked at the music box in her hands, her gaze full of nostalgia and sorrow. She held the music box in her arms with her fragmented body, staring at the little golden statues of saints and nuns in the music box with gradually dulling eyes. As she moved her lips slightly, she suppressed her madness, closing her eyes peacefully. Eventually, she shattered along with the music box, transforming into a torrent of black and white rain.
The rain of energy mostly fell onto Zhou Jin, with a smaller portion landing on Bai Mei’s ethereal form, and some landing on the soul of the Big Ghost. The solidified soul of the Big Ghost gradually became ephemeral, and Wu Rong, who was carried by him, fell emptily to the ground. In the nick of time, the Ghost Dog King emerged from Wu Rong’s shadow, using its broad back to catch him and carry him away from the Big Ghost.
What was the matter with the BIg Ghost?
The spot where the Big Ghost wrote the character 南 in Wu Rong’s palm burned intensely, scorching and impossible to ignore. Struggling with excruciating pain, Wu Rong lifted his head to look at the Big Ghost. He saw the Big Ghost standing with his head bowed in the same spot, the spinal cord sword in his hand hanging down, its tip pointing towards the ground. Meanwhile, his spectral body shifted between solidifying and waning, sometimes nearly fading away, and other times becoming as material as a human’s.
Was this the effect of the black and white rain, or did the Big Ghost break another seal?
Wu Rong sensed that the Big Ghost’s presence was akin to his own body. Ghosts formed from lingering attachments, so why was the Big Ghost’s attachment simultaneously tenacious yet so feeble to even the slightest disturbance?
Several times the Big Ghost was on the verge of dissipating. Despite the intense pain within his own body, Wu Rong strained to allocate a fraction of his consciousness to sense the Big Ghost. He didn’t want the Big Ghost to vanish; he wanted to help him.
“Woof!”
Suddenly, the Ghost Dog King rushed forward vigilantly and roared ferociously.
“You’re not the police.”
A fragile yet crazed female voice resounded, strikingly familiar. Wu Rong had been too focused on the Big Ghost to notice Bai Mei’s transformation. The black and white feathered wings dissipated, and Bai Mei’s ethereal form fell to the ground. Despite this, her Qi was steadily rising. The strength that Wu Rong had devoured from her before reaching the level of a resentful ghost, was now ascending even further, nearing the level of a Ghost King before coming to a halt.
Bai Mei opened her eyes, pupils pitch black, filled with madness and hatred. Her strength had returned to its peak, but the deep black resentment had returned to her as well. She was the same Bai Mei that Wu Rong had encountered in Zhou Xinhong’s study, but now she was much more rational compared to back then, which only seemed to intensify her torment. She cast an indifferent glance at Zhou Jin, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing, before her cold and ruthless gaze locked onto Wu Rong. Nervously, she repeated:
“You’re not the police.”
“You lied to me.”
“I hate people lying to me the most!”
Bai Mei let out a piercing scream, seemingly recalling her experience of being deceived and imprisoned in Zhou Xinhong’s mansion. The once-dissipated wings behind her suddenly stretched out again, and the black and white feathers made her appear like a vengeful angel. Bai Mei tore off several pure white feathers and flung them at Wu Rong like knives. The feathers shot forth at an incredible speed, almost breaking the sound barrier, and in the blink of an eye, their razor-sharp tips were just before Wu Rong.
“Woof!”
The Ghost Dog King roared in anger, but because he had Wu Rong protected on his back, he couldn’t exert much force. In the end, he used his massive body to shield against the sharp feathers, keeping Wu Rong safe underneath. The white feathers pierced into the Ghost Dog King’s body, and white smoke rose like corrosion. Bai Mei sneered at the sight, her eyes growing even darker and more ominous. She spread her five fingers, and five jet-black feathers appeared between them.
But before she could strike again, a burst of crimson light tore through the darkness like lightning, aiming directly at Bai Mei! With fierce determination, Bai Mei hurled a black feather, but upon touching the crimson light, the sharp feather shattered like a fragile twig.
“Ah—!!”
A heart-rending scream echoed as Bai Mei’s left arm, along with the crimson light, fell to the ground. The stump of her arm burst into blazing golden-red flames. If Bai Mei hadn’t severed her own soul’s connection in time, her entire being would have been consumed by the ferocious flames. Even so, her left arm would never regenerate. The crimson light fell to the ground, erupting in a shower of golden-red flames. It turned out to be a shattered peach wood sword!
“You—”
A torrent of scorching flames and unbearable heat surged forth. Bai Mei’s expression shifted from fury to shock. In the next moment, driven by boundless hatred, she screamed, “Zhou Xinhong!!!”
Crash!
The man who still clung to life was thrown aside by the newcomer as if he were trash. Covered in blood but still brimming with vitality, Zhou Xinhong immediately tried to scramble to his feet to flee. However, Bai Mei’s piercing scream struck, and she viciously seized his throat, forcing him down onto the ground. Ignoring Zhou Xinhong’s terrified pleas and Bai Mei’s manic screams of hatred, the Taoist priest who was burning with golden red flames walked towards Wu Rong step by step.
His pupils shifted between hues of golden-red and pure black, as if struggling to restrain himself and prevent the flames from running wild. However, the uncontrollable radiant Yang Qi surged towards Wu Rong like a swallow returning to its nest, full of a possessive desire to heavily wrap around him.
Until it collided with an intense and pitch-black Ghost Qi.
The blood-clad Big Ghost’s body finally stabilized in a state between half-solidifying and half-waning. His eyes, still sealed by the golden threads, ‘gazed’ intently in the direction of Fu Qing.
This is mine.
A man and a ghost locked eyes, with overwhelming Ghost Qi and golden-red flames confronting each other like fierce beasts in a death match. But in the next moment, the situation was shattered. The Ghost Dog King could no longer withstand the double pressure and let out a mournful cry before retreating into Wu Rong’s shadow. Without the support, Wu Rong fell to the ground, utterly drained of strength, but just before making contact with the ground, he was caught and lifted by two forces at the same time.
On his left, golden-red flames surrounded him, emanating the warm and intense touch of Fu Qing’s hand. On his right, surging and blood-soaked Ghost Qi enveloped him, the cold touch of Nan’s slender hand.
M1zushi: lolol shura field, two love interests meet each other!! What will our dear Wu Rong do to explain why he has feet in two boats?
XDD while translating this I thought the shura field would be about Big Ghost vs Bai Mei until I reached the end of the chapter XD
Cloud Chip Cake: It’s a shura field in a literal shura field *cackles with popcorn ready*
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
They finally meet, now to see what happens next.
the Shura field to end all Shura fields!!! but why do I still think they may be the same person? so, self-jealousy?
Thanks for the chapter!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Same!! Haha the two boats is actually the same boat opposite ends of the boat lol
OMG I NEED MOREEEE
Zhou Jin has been unconscious for this whole fight. They should have just murdered their way into the building and left him at home.
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Welp wonder who gonna claim the kiss first to make the other jealous
Ohhh, what a cliffhanger ending is this🥺 Can’t wait for the next update to see their reaction 🤧
lmfao in the future these two will be barking like dogs won’t they? 😂😂😂