Just like what Wu Rong heard in the bathroom at that time, the devil’s song had no lyrics, only a pure ethereal humming accompanied by the sound of the harp, resounding in people’s ears like a clear stream and spring rain, it silently slipped through people’s hearts. No wonder it’s said that this is the voice of the devil. It was not at all like a wonderful song that humans are able to sing.
After breaking his train of thought, Wu Rong no longer thought about other things. He leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, trying to sense himself. The little spider and the human-faced spider didn’t respond to the singing, but the Zhong Gu trembled with the resounding melody, having a very musical appreciative reaction. But the Zhong Gu’s love came from the Miao people’s love of singing. It was an old Miao and it had been with the Wu family for many years, so it liked music very much.
But the Devil’s Voice had no effect on its own power.
What Wu Rong was most concerned about was the Big Ghost. The devil’s singing voice could soothe and heal ghosts. Zhou Jin was an A-level singer, and with the strong emotions presented by the current concert to set off the atmosphere, the strength being displayed should also be effective for those at the Ghost King-level. Ghosts were all paranoid and bloodthirsty, even if most of the ghosts who rise to the top have recovered their minds, the twisted desire for blood and the desire to destroy are deeply rooted in their souls, like festering scars that will never heal, painful and infected.
The voice of the angel neutralizes the malice of the ghosts with innocence and beauty, and calms their emotions. The devil’s singing voice offers a strong love and hate to the devil and lets them relax their resentful energy after they are full. It also makes the ghosts more rational and reduces the chance of backlash.
Wu Rong would always remember the bloody scene of the Big Ghost tearing up the ghosts blocking the way with his bare hands when he was in the crevice between the Tiankengs, and the tragic scene he saw when he got up halfway up the mountain. It would not be an exaggeration to say that there were corpses strewn all over the field and that blood flowed into rivers. Even Wu Rong, who had signed a blood contract with him, was wary of the powerful and choking killing intent, for fear that the Big Ghost would kill him in an irrational moment.
It stood to reason that the Big Ghost’s mental problems should be quite serious.
Although there was the sealing power of golden needles and golden threads and that there should be no backlash in the near future, Wu Rong still had to plan ahead.
But soon Wu Rong discovered that the Big Ghost had no reaction to Zhou Jin’s singing.
On the contrary, Wu Rong himself was a little drowsy, and the drowsiness seemed to emerge from the depths of his soul. There seemed to be air leaking from a cavity, like a freezing forest, with many holes and wounds. Greed devoured the emotional energy in Zhou Jin’s singing, like a starving person who’d seen a full banquet and began to eat wildly. The energy in Zhou Jin’s singing seemed to have color, and Wu Rong could vaguely see light gray spots falling in all directions, adhering to the countless scars on his body.
Scars?
Why are there so many horrible scars on his soul?
For a moment, Wu Rong seemed to see the depths of his soul, as terrifying as an abyss, surging endlessly. The darkness exuded a sense of silence and terror, but was blocked by an invisible barrier, like a ferocious beast trapped in a prison, unable to break free of its cage. Wu Rong felt as if his head was hit by a heavy hammer after just one glance, his energy was almost instantly drained, his mind was buzzing, his eyes blanked out, and he had a splitting headache.
His head hurt more and more, he didn’t dare to look any more, he couldn’t think any more. Wu Rong frowned, closed his eyes, and relaxed himself in the melodious singing. As if he was cured, his headache became lighter and lighter, and he gradually he fell into a drowsy dream.
He had no idea how much shock he had brought to some people just now.
“Woof! Woof!”
“Woof woof!”
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“Hey, hiss—”
A deep breath came from under the sofa, and there was a trembling sound at the end.
“Okay, Bao, don’t drag me, I’m fine.”
Master Ling Yun staggered out from under the sofa and straightened his crooked hair crown in a state of embarrassment, the crane cloak draped over his shoulders languished on the ground, and he didn’t even care that the crane pattern worth tens of thousands of gold was worn away.
Holding the pup in his arms, Master Ling Yun sat back on the sofa, brought himself a cup of tea absent-mindedly, and drank it down without tasting it. After debasing a pot of good tea, he finally regained his composure, but his fingers still trembled nervously from time to time.
“It’s alive, it’s alive.”
Master Ling Yun buried his face in A-Bao’s fur and took a deep breath of spiritual energy, until the little spirit dog was sucked down a circle, and he raised his face only when it let out a bewildered sound of grievance. There was a hint of happiness after surviving a disaster on his always calm and gentle smile,
“Soul contract, it’s the soul contract.”
The corner of Master Ling Yun’s mouth twitched and he muttered, through A-Bao bright eyes, he clearly saw a dark silver pattern appearing under his right eye, which disappeared in a blink of an eye, like a hallucination.
But this was a pattern that Master Ling Yun will never forget or misidentify.
The complete version of this pattern should be very complex and magnificent. It’s a combination of the Silver Queen of the Night and the Resentful Vine branches and leaves unique to the Ghost Territory. Only ghosts who have signed a soul contract with the ghost king could have it. In the beginning, it was said that the right half of Ghost King Wu Rong’s face was disfigured and terrifying like an Asura, so he branded his mark on the right half of his subordinates’ faces, which was terrifying, perverted and humiliating.
But when the Ghost Kingdom expanded and occupied most of the Ghost Territory in the world, the Silver Epiphyllum and Resentful Vine became the favorite totems of all ghosts, because they symbolized the trust and favor of Ghost King Wu Rong.
As the soul contract appeared, the tingling pain that burned into his cheeks would urge the King’s subordinates to respond to the ghost king’s call as soon as possible. Otherwise, the soul would be poisoned by the soul contract’s Silver Epiphyllum, and they’d suffer severe pain that even a ghost king couldn’t bear.
This method was very bloody, but it could greatly satisfy a ghost’s maliciousness and distorted desire to conquer, besides ensuring the loyalty of his subordinates. Except for a few outliers, most ghost kings liked to use soul contracts to restrain their subordinates and humiliate their enemies.
In his previous life, Master Ling Yun was the only human being who gained the trust of Ghost King Wu Rong and held great power. The pain caused by soul contract’s to humans was thousands of times greater than that towards ghosts. It was a heart-wrenching, heart-piercing pain. When branding the soul contract, Master Ling Yun was anxious, very afraid that the Ghost King Wu Rong would directly abuse him since he was still very afraid of pain, and didn’t know if he could survive it.
But fortunately, Ghost King Wu Rong didn’t like to use this kind of method.
He branded the soul contract just to ensure the loyalty of his subordinates. He only called Master Ling Yun with the soul bond twice during his last life.
The first was during the tragic death of Hongxiu, and Wu Rong, the cold-tempered ghost king, was furious for the first time. He left the Ghost Country and came to the battlefield in person, bloodily slaughtering everyone on the battlefield, and then he gently carried Hongxiu back to the Ghost Country step by step. After a person dies there would be a corpse, but nothing will remain after a ghost dies. Hongxiu was only holding on to the last bit of her Ghost Qi, lying in the arms of her favorite king, and she dissipated before reaching the Ghost Country.
Master Ling Yun clearly remembered that Hongxiu was severely injured by Fu Qing on the battlefield, but she still survived. After being seriously injured, she fell into the trap of the Ghost Raising Association, and died after being besieged, humiliated and tortured. These people soon after all died, and their deaths were miserable.
The second time was when Master Ling Yun died. He remembered that his blood kept flowing out, his hands and feet were cold, and he was looking at the scarlet sky of the Ghost Territory in a trance when he was covered by the hair of Ghost King Wu Rong. The ghost king’s hands were very cold, and as Ling Yun leaned against his arms, he couldn’t feel the slightest pulse of his heart. This was the first time he got so close to Ghost King Wu Rong, and he felt Wu Rong’s hand touch his right cheek.
Wu Rong was urging the soul contract and Master Ling Yun understood. Although he was almost completely knocked out by the Heavenly Ghost and his body rotted into blood mud, as long as there was a wisp of his soul, Ghost King Wu Rong could turn him into a ghost and save him.
Master Ling Yun died after dissipating his own power.
After following Wu Rong for so many years and working as an undercover agent in the Ghost Country, Master Ling Yun discovered that the war between humans and ghosts wasn’t that simple. It couldn’t be easily solved by influencing Wu Rong, the king of ghosts, or killing him. It was meaningless for him to be an undercover agent. After more than ten years, the vicissitudes of life made Master Ling Yun tired. He didn’t want to go back to the human world, and he didn’t want to stay in the Ghost Territory anymore.
It’s fine to die like that.
Before he dissipated his martial arts and his soul flew away, he was so angry that he whispered the secret that he was an undercover agent. His voice was so low that only Wu Rong, who had a soul bond with him, could hear it. After saying these words, Ling Yun felt a huge boulder fall from his chest, and he closed his eyes without any regrets. Before he died, the last thing he saw was the Coffin Old Man rushing over with blood and tears on his face, and what he heard was A-Bao’s mournful cry.
And the Ghost King Wu Rong’s hand pressing on the corner of his eye seemed to be trembling slightly.
Was it an illusion?
Anyways, after being reborn, Master Ling Yun felt a little guilty when he thought that he had died so tragically, and that he seemed to have abused the King of Ghosts.
But what’s going on now!
Just now, Master Ling Yun was so frightened by the severe pain of the soul deed that he directly rolled under the sofa, it almost scared him into becoming a dead dog.
Why is there a soul contract on his face after being reborn!
Could it be that the ghost king Wu Rong has also been reborn?
No way, no way no way, God wouldn’t really let a bug-like ghost such as the Ghost King Wu Rong be reborn!
It’s impossible for two identical people to exist in the same world, not to mention one person and one ghost. The most irritating thing was that the soul contract appeared just now only for a moment and Ling Yun couldn’t tell where Ghost King Wu Rong summoned them.
His phone jingled, and Master Ling Yun, who was in a mess, saw the messages swiping the screen at a glance. The Coffin Old Man, Hongxiu, Dawn Star and a few others frantically sent messages to him, as they also felt the soul contract’s call. This was not a fantasy, nor a dream. It’s impossible for so many people to mistake this at the same time. It was indeed Ghost King Wu Rong’s soul contract call.
They went crazy, Master Ling Yun also went crazy. He wished he could rush into Wu Rong’s box next door, and take out his soul to see if there was a bloody black ghost king hiding in it. If Ghost King Wu Rong really recovered, it would be in Wu Rong’s soul. After all, they were the same person.
But Master Ling Yun didn’t dare to!
Insane, really insane.
Master Ling Yun was dizzy and took another breath of A-Bao, sucking it into a small white ball.
He was still preparing to sign a soul contract with the current Wu Rong!
But one person cannot sign two soul contracts.
Regardless of whether the ghost king Wu Rong and the current Wu Rong were the same person or not, he still needed to sign the soul contract with the current Wu Rong, but what should he do now?
Master Ling Yun could almost imagine Wu Rong’s suspicious eyes.
Yet I really am your man!
M1zushi: Jokes aside(from the ending), receive my other humble meme 
Ghost timeline gives me plot, but at what cost? orz
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
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Thank you for the update ❤️💯
The ghost timeline is really a mess… especially an emotional one. Though after last chapter, I finally get how Fu Qing and Nan split and came to their names, though that doesn’t explain where exactly Fu Qing comes from…
Also, poor spirit doggo. It’s reducing under Master Ling Yun’s stress.
Thank you for the chapter.
Dear friend, would you be so kind as to explain how they split? Pls I’m so confused right now 😭
I don’t remember what I thought it was, but I can tell you that it’s explained later on, more or less clearly.
then I’ll continue reading!! Thank you for telling! 😄
AWWW Coffin Old Man cried when Ling Yun died.
It’s not sad to me. More like emotional and heartaching. LY’s death is so… Even Wu Rong crying.
So I went to checked the tags and realised there’s no “Transmigration”, of course this could be explained by the fact that maybe rebirth into your other self in a parallel world isn’t considered transmigration, but I can’t help but be suspicious because I think I read a plot like this in another novel (and multiple fanfiction) before — so, is normal!Wu Rong actually the same soul/person as ghost!Wu Rong? It seems highly likely??
Like maybe he died in one world/timeline and got reborn in the other but forgot about it kind of thing.
I think this theory was already established that World 1 Wu Rong (normal cities with no ghosts and all) would actually be World 2 while World 1 is the timeline where Ghost King Wu Rong first existed… so World 1 is ghost King Wu Rong timeline then reincarnate into World 2 normal timeline, then now into World 3 which is a chaotic mess… so Wu Rong could be said to have been reincarnated twice but with only the memory of his second life?
What if big ghost is the manifestation of Wu Rong’s and Fun Qing’s broken/lost soul? Cuz yknow, it seems like they jumped into the same Tiankeng. Which means, the big ghost was essentially their kid lol (if it’s true).