“Are you with them?”
After his disbelief, Zhou Jin’s face completely darkened, it was as ugly as hell. He gritted his teeth, with an indifferent expression: “Since you already know, I don’t want to be teased like a monkey. If you want my soul, just take it.”
At the end, he sneered with disdain, provocatively: “This time the old man isn’t here, you won’t dare to do it, right?”
Zhou Jin seemed to have mistaken him for someone else, and those people must be hostile to the Zhou family and want Zhou Jin’s soul.
“You want this.”
Wu Rong ignored his eyes full of hatred and resentment, and pulled out the white jade tube from his waist. Just now Zhou Jin reached out towards his waist in this direction.
Zhou Jin didn’t speak and just sneered, his eyes were sarcastic, and there was no trace of purity and coldness. But his trembling eyelashes when the white jade tube appeared, already confirmed Wu Rong’s guess.
When he first arrived at Chaozhou station, he met Zhou Jin. The baby spirits caught at the station by the human-faced spider, the deceptive singing in the bathroom, and Zhou Jin’s behavior at the moment all showed that these two baby spirits meant a lot to him. They’re very important, and their existence is very secretive. Otherwise, on the day when Zhou Jin’s infant spirit disappeared, the Zhou family’s strength could’ve been used to search for it, instead of sending the remaining infant spirit to search for it, only to lose the other one for nothing.
Wu Rong was not interested in Zhou Jin’s life experiences as his attention was only on the brief scene that had just emerged. That was not his memory and it was very likely that it belonged to the future Ghost King Wu Rong. Counting the time in Tiankeng No. 444, this was the second time Wu Rong saw Ghost King Wu Rong’s memory.
Why was that?
Wu Rong could clearly remember the ordinary world in which he grew up and lived in before his rebirth. After being reborn here after death, why could he see the memory of the Ghost King Wu Rong? And there were still those reborn ones. The entirety of this inexplicable sense of urgency made Wu Rong want to know more and find more information.
The memory fragments he saw this time were caused by Zhou Jin’s singing, which was why Wu Rong kept him here.
“You’re dying.”
Wu Rong looked at the person in front of him. He had never learnt divination and fortune-telling, and he didn’t know any jargon like ‘blackened Yintang’. He could only feel it because the Zhong Gu was very sensitive to both vitality and death. Besides that, the Zhong Gu hadn’t hatched yet, so being able to feel the strong Death Qi from Zhou Jin meant that his life span was less than half a month.
Or even shorter.
“Someone wants your soul, and your father is going to sell you for a good price.”
Wu Rong observed the changes in Zhou Jin’s expression and frowned slightly.
Although he hadn’t met Father Zhou yet, Wu Rong could tell a lot from Zhou Jin’s expression. This stone gambling conference, which gathered many outstanding people from various alliances in the world, used the treatment of Zhou Jin’s terminal illness as a gimmick, but it was actually a bloody and sinful auction. The highest bidder would get Zhou Jin’s soul.
A ghost with a devil’s voice is born to be at the pinnacle of evil spirits after its death, and after a little training, it could become a resentful ghost. What’s more, Zhou Jin’s actual situation was even more special.
“Angels and demons should not coexist.”
Wu Rong glanced at Zhou Jin who was silently gritting his teeth, and examined his eyes: “Unless there’s a special spiritual weapon.”
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Zhou Jin, who was exposed by Wu Rong, turned pale and the initial deathly stillness broke off. He looked at Wu Rong suspiciously, as if he wanted to scrutinize him from head to toe. This suspicion reached its peak after Wu Rong opened the white jade tube and returned the black and white ghost babies to him.
“You… are not one of them?”
Zhou Jin murmured, staring fixedly at Wu Rong’s left arm that grasped his wrist, with a complex expression on his face: “Those are ghost patterns, you’re a ghost keeper.”
“Crack!”
The black rock tarantula landed on Zhou Jin’s wrist with its fangs and claws, threatening Zhou Jin, and its abdomen was pointed up, revealing a glowing orange spot. After Wu Rong subdued the Zhong Gu, other Gu’s he subdued would have this kind of scar, which could ensure that the priority of Wu Rong’s order was higher than that of the Zhong Gu’s. It was Wu Rong who signaled the black rock tarantula to show its scars. Sure enough, the hatred in Zhou Jin’s eyes dissipated a lot after seeing this, and even if his tension did not fade away completely, it was no longer the same completely hostile feeling.
“A Gu Shaman Master, ghost breeder.”
“You are not pure, you should not belong to them.”
Zhou Jin murmured in a daze, with cold sweat all over his head and face. The confrontation just now consumed too much of his energy. When the black and white baby spirit rushed into his body, Zhou Jin let out a painful groan, his muscles tensed and twitched. The severe pain made it difficult for him to maintain his dignity, and he swayed and fell, as if he was kneeling in front of Wu Rong. This humiliation made Zhou Jin’s face flush, and he struggled to get up, but the next moment, a hand was pressed on his shoulder.
“Do not move.”
If you say don’t move, I won’t move? How old are you?
Zhou Jin really wanted to fight back, but now the situation was that the other was stronger than him, and the advantage was in the opponent’s hands. He was panting, and the veins on his neck were tense, making him look like a dying fish exposed to the sun. There was too much resentment and pain in his heart, and the self-destructive desire surging in the darkness made him instantly have the urge to ‘either simply resist or provoke this person in order to be killed by him‘.
But Wu Rong’s hand on his shoulder was cold and full of strength. This kind of coldness wasn’t disgusting, unlike those touches that made him sick and painful in his memory. People’s emotions would decline after they peak, just like how many people vow to do certain things in a moment of excitement, but as long as they are slightly disturbed by something, the dimming emotions would not be enough to support a decision made under such excitement.
Zhou Jin still had those thoughts of self-destructive resistance, but they were no longer strong. He knelt down in front of Wu Rong, with his face pressed against the soft carpet, and he did not resist when Wu Rong cut open the clothes on his back. There was just a curve of disgust and self-deprecation on the corner of his lips
Coward.
Those nightmarish voices seemed to echo in his ears, including men cursing and women weeping.
Coward!
The yelling became louder, and Zhou Jin’s face was pressed closer to the carpet, a layer of tiny bumps appeared on his bare shoulders where the cold hands pressed them.
You want to be human? I think you might as well be a dog!
Some dogs have an easier life than humans, just like the little spirit dog favored by Grandmaster Ling Yun. In Zhou Jin’s entertainment company, there was a junior. They say they are juniors, but they are actually popular stars and idols. But compared to Zhou Jin, he was far behind. That junior seemed to be from the Yun family, and he imitated Grandmaster Ling Yun in every word and deed. He once got a snowball-like puppy and pampered him and brought it to the company.
The puppy got lost and ran up to Zhou Jin. It was well taken care of, chubby, with smooth fur, and its tail was raised high. The newborn calf was not afraid of tigers and barked at him, it wasn’t afraid of anything. Dogs who are favored and confident will cock their tails, and dogs that are always beaten and scolded will always have their tails between their legs.
Sometimes Zhou Jin thought that it’s better to be a dog than to be alive. A dog’s emotions, sorrows, joys, delight, troubles, and laughter all revolve around its owner, and there was only one person in the center of their world. They didn’t worry about other complicated and trivial matters, and didn’t think about the coming days and nights. Leaving all choices to the other, because they live and die for him, pure like in a fairy tale.
Zhou Jin knew that he should take his medicines now, but he didn’t want to. Half of him was standing on the stage, singing a mournful song, and the other half was kneeling without dignity in front of a stranger. He was defenseless, exhausted and was handed over to the other party’s whims, accepting whether it would usher him into hell or redemption.
Zhou Jin opened his eyes, his dazed gaze wandered, and the exhaustion just now made him want to close his eyes without thinking about anything. But no, he was keenly aware that something was staring at him.
Not from the man above, but from below. As Zhou Jin’s gaze wandered to the man’s shadow on the carpet,
A shadow.
The light in the box was very bright, and there were lights everywhere. Normally, shadows should be very light under this omnipresent light, but Zhou Jin found that the shadow of that person was different, it was as black as ink, and its darkness seemed like an abyss.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he took a deep breath.
He saw a pair of scarlet dog eyes in the abyss-like shadow!
“Do not move.”
Wu Rong frowned, and exerted great strength to suppress Zhou Jin who suddenly started to struggle violently, but his train of thought that had finally gathered was interrupted.
He stared at the back of Zhou Jin’s shoulder, which was in the same position as in his dream. There was a tattoo of a pure white wing in the center of his butterfly bone, but there was a missing right wing. Presumably the demon wing tattoo on the right should be on the Zhou Jin who was singing on stage.
Just as the black and white baby spirit returned to Zhou Jin’s body, Wu Rong noticed the strange movement of the big ghost on his left arm! Wu Rong felt a deep sorrow, which engulfed him like a boundless and raging wave, and the suffocating sense of grief almost crushed him. This sadness only appeared for a brief moment, but Wu Rong couldn’t recover after a long time. This emotion came from the big ghost.
When he saw the Knee Bone Bell for the first time, the big ghost also had a strange movement, but at that time there was only a blood contract between Wu Rong and him, so he could only faintly feel the strangeness. Now that the contract between Wu Rong and the big ghost was getting ”closer”, he felt the big ghost’s emotions during the unusual action, but he didn’t expect it to be felt so deep into his bones.
As Wu Rong opened his eyes, there was still some sadness that did not belong to him in them, and a tear fell down. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and regained his composure.
The unusual action of the big ghost pointed to Zhou Jin, to be precise, it was Zhou Jin after the return of the two ghost babies. Why was that? The Knee Bone Bell originated from Sima Gyatso. Wu Rong originally thought that the death of the ghost was related to him, so what was the matter with Zhou Jin?
Only then did Wu Rong cut Zhou Jin’s clothes and observe the tattoo on his back. The baby spirits plunged into Zhou Jin’s back, and the wing tattoo was also on his back. Those infant spirits, one was black and one was white, the devil wings and angel wings were also one black and one white, so there must be some relationship between them.
Unconsciously, Wu Rong compared the wing tattoo on Zhou Jin’s back with what he remembered, and then frowned.
The white wings were still in place, but its veins were dull and red. The root of the wing was a little bright red, as big as a lotus seed, completely covering the root of the wing. When Wu Rong touched it with his fingers, he felt that the surface of the Blood Lotus Seed was slightly bulging, like it was real lotus seed buried under Zhou Jin’s skin. The top was slightly cracked, as if sprouts would soon grow, and against the rich blood color, the white wing tattoo was even more fragile and dark, as if all energy was supplied to the Blood Lotus Seed.
The second difference was that there was a black and white circular ring at the base of the white wing tattoo. The ring had a gap and it must be to connect it to the other half.
The black and white baby spirits were the magic weapon that kept Zhou Jin alive?
No, that wasn’t right. During the period when the black and white baby spirits were captured by Wu Rong, Zhou Jin did not suddenly die, which meant that the spiritual weapon was by his side, yet the black and white baby spirits were also an important part of the spiritual weapon, so Zhou Jin anxiously searched for it in secret.
The weapons that use baby spirits were, beyond doubt, evil ghost tools, yet the angel wings were pure and flawless, and weren’t contaminated with any evil. The souls and bodies of the two infants were also very clean, otherwise they would have been purified by the Yangjin Zhuoma.
There was a strange spiritual weapon on Zhou Jin’s body, and this spiritual weapon may be the key that caused the big ghost’s strange movement. The existence of this spiritual weapon should be a secret, or others would have also noticed it, and only Zhou Jin could find it. The Blood Lotus Seed planted at the base of Zhou Jin’s white wing was absorbing his energy, and it would probably germinate completely after Zhou Jin’s death and control his soul.
Lotus seeds.
“It’s from the Secret Lotus Congregation, but they didn’t plant this for me.”
Zhou Jin’s voice was weak and trembling, like a little white flower that had been ravaged and threatened, shivering. His words confirmed Wu Rong’s conjecture, and indeed it was something from the Secret Lotus Congregation.
It was estimated that this was also a competition between the Zhou family and the Secret Lotus Congregation. But the person who planted a lotus seed in Zhou Jin must be in the same group as the person who he first mistook Wu Rong’s identity for, and they both must belonged to an unknown third party for the time being.
Wu Rong only cared about the spirit weapon that could cause the big ghost to move, since it must also be related to the big ghost’s old friend.
Would Zhou Xinhong not know the existence of this spiritual weapon? It shouldn’t be possible, he was also looking for it. But the Secret Lotus Congregation acted first and planted lotus seeds on Zhou Jin, making the direction of this matter change. Zhou Xinhong could only act as if he was up for grabs. Master Ling Yun and Master Kuchan who were invited were all people who were good at unraveling curses. He must also want to get rid of the lotus seeds before Zhou Jin died.
“It’s useless.”
Zhou Jin’s tone was particularly numb: “It’s useless, the Blood Lotus Seeds were specially cultivated by the Red Dust Dharma King, and only he can unravel it. In addition, it can only be crushed and shattered by using the world’s extremely Yin objects that have heavier Yin energy then that of the Blood Lotus Seed. But how could there be anything in the world that is heavier than the Yin Qi of the Blood Lotus Seed?”
He had tried, and Zhou Jin’s draw towards despair now was due to all the repeated failures in saving himself. He had found a girl with an Extremely Yin body, and he had also tried ghost blood. However, Zhou Xinhong found more complete things than him, and neither father nor son could unlock the Blood Lotus Seed. Even Zhou Xinhong couldn’t find anything more Yin than the Blood Lotus Seeds, and Zhou Jin no longer had any hope for this matter.
Extremely Yin things…
Wu Rong tentatively pressed his fingertips on the bulging lotus seed. Under his pressure, the bulge moved slightly as if alive, like it wanted to get away from his fingertips. At the same time, Zhou Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and the muscles that were tense due to pain relaxed. The pain caused by the Blood Lotus Seed had eased.
Is this an illusion?
No, it’s not.
Wu Rong was taken aback by the sight in front of him, and he fell into deep thought.
Maybe… his blood?
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
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Well at least we could confirm our Xiao Wu is the embodiment of Yin and has unlimited Yin power that is unrivaled by any other ghosts (at least he won’t have to worry about Yin poisons, is that even a thing?🤷)
Maybe he only have to worry about possible baby 🤣
Sorry for the paragraph…😅
I’m thinking cuz Wu Rong’s decided partner has a ton of yang to spare, he won’t be fully turned into a woman like his great grandfather was. Maybe his internal organ would just f*cked up a bit and when they done papapa, boom, a baby.
hehe I really like this route for than the other!!! But it’s okay if they can’t have a son let the Zhong Gu or Zhengyang fire become their son xD
Oh yeah btw, does only the devil soul who had gotten “reborn”? This guy here doesn’t seems like he know MC from long ago.