M1zushi: title is the onomatopoeia of crack or snapping sounds
“Hmph, they’re merely crooked ways, and you have the face to call yourself a Dharma Master?”
A strange and mysterious snort came from the box next to the door. The door of the box was not opened, but black mist seeped out from the crack in the door. There were squirming black threads floating in the mist, like hair and capillaries. The black mist smelled like rotting fish, mixed with an indescribable decaying smell, which made it disgusting.
“He’s Mist Blade.”
Bai Gu whispered to Wu Rong through the blood contract, with a solemn tone: “A master who ranks 69 in the local list.”
“Looking at his ghost mist, I fear he’s on the verge of a ghost recovery.”
The Mist Blade’s strength ranked sixth among the group invited by Zhou Xinhong, ahead of Hui Xin and behind Fu Qing. Zhou Xinhong didn’t value force the most when he invited people over this time. Although he had a good attitude towards Mist Blade, he didn’t value him as much as he did other people.
But Mist Blade came all the way to Jieyang for something.
As Bai Gu said, Mist Blade’s mental state had been having ups and downs since completing the last B-level mission and exploring the Ghost Territory. His physical condition was so poor that he could hardly suppress the ghost fog in his body even with Spiritual and Ghost tools. Backlash and ghost recovery were the paths for retirement for almost every ghost raiser, but some people accepted it frankly, while others were not reconciled.
Mist Blade was not reconciled, he wanted to live for a long time. Zhou Jin was a life-saving medicine for Mist Blade, so he accepted Zhou Xinhong’s invitation very happily. But after coming to Jieyang, Mist Blade found that the situation was different from what he thought.
Mist Blade only had to listen to a concert till a moment ago, and usually relied on expensive medicine to survive. Subsequently, Zhou Jin was interrupted before the concert was over. Can’t wait anymore, Mist Blade didn’t want to wait anymore. He wanted a chance to show off, a chance to put him in Zhou Xinhong’s eyes.
Now, the opportunity had arrived.
Mist Blade’s emotions were like a pot of boiling water, and his whole being was almost crazy. This maddening and destructive atmosphere could be felt from the pervasive and distorted ghost mist.
The rustling sound that Wu Rong heard when he first stepped out of the box was the lotus roots that grew all over the ground.
The moment the ghost mist touched the lotus roots and spread all over the ground, the black threads wriggling and twisting like blood vessels in the mist suddenly opened into a completely disproportionate mouth, swallowing the lotus roots like rubber tubes. At the same time the lotus roots were touched by the black mist, they all melted into a thick black paste. In the blink of an eye, most of the lotus roots were dissolved by the mist. The black mist became thicker and more foul-smelling, and thousands of black threads were pulled out of the mist like greedy worms.
This twisted and terrifying ghost fog was everywhere. Most of the fog surrounded Monk Zhihui, but there was still a small half of fog floating towards Wu Rong.
Wu Rong originally walked to the door of Fu Qing’s box. Because of Fu Qing’s murderous hatred for ghosts, he should have come out when the Zhou family’s staff member was swallowed up by lotus roots long before Monk Zhihui appeared. But right now the door of Fu Qing’s box was still closed, and there was no movement. Even knowing how powerful Fu Qing was, Wu Rong was still worried that something had happened to him.
But now, a small cloud of ghost fog blocked his and Fu Qing’s private room.
Unappetizing.
This was Wu Rong’s first reaction.
Wu Rong’s sense of smell was different from that of ordinary people’s. From his rebirth to the present, he could smell a different kind of aroma from every ghost he encountered. Ordinary meals couldn’t satisfy his soul’s hunger. But facing the ghost fog this time, Wu Rong felt a little bored in his heart. The ghost fog was full of crazy and bloody smells, not only from ghosts, but also from people. As quick as a flash, Wu Rong resonated and saw its owner, the ghost breeder code-named Mist Blade, from the ghost mist.
The picture flashed through Wu Rong’s mind like a revolving lantern, a blood-stained blade, a man with a wide-eyed and incredulous face after death, and Mist Blade’s crazy and hearty laughter.
‘The ghost fog has finally advanced! The ghost fog has finally advanced!’
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Mist Blade killed his close friend who trusted him, and fed the ghost fog his friend’s flesh, blood and resentment, causing the pure resentment to be stained with blood. He killed too many along the way, the blood was too heavy, and the souls of the dead were also used by him to refine them into the ghost fog, that is, into those terrifying blood vessel-like black threads. Mist Blade used their resentment and hatred to hone the ghost fog into becoming more and more powerful. But it also subtly affected him, with him being crazily affected by the evil thoughts of the ghost fog.
What kind of ghosts do people raise and what backlash do ghosts give to people?
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But Wu Rong was a great temptation to the ghost fog.
The ghost fog, which was approaching its recovery, was at its most insane level, and its strength was extremely formidable. It crossed over the original level of evil spirits and came into contact with the level of resentful ghosts. It also smelled Wu Rong’s ghostly Qi emanating from the depths of his soul, which made it tremble.
This kind of Qi was very faint, blocked by the skin of the body, but it was still captured by the ghost that was close to recovery. It was dark and powerful, terrifying like hell’s abyss, but it also lured all ghosts and spirits. This was the instinctive hunger and thirst of the soul, like wine brewed from rotten sweet fruits, highly poisonous and sweet. Longing, longing to have him, longing to be him, longing to devour him.
This kind of Qi made low-level ghosts approach unconsciously, and middle-level ghosts go crazy like demons. The ghost fog was close to madness, it didn’t have the rationality of a high-level ghost, it didn’t know that the more beautiful and delicious things are, the more dangerous they are, its greedy desire was everything.
I want.
Most of the black mist surrounded Monk Zhihui, and the sound of beasts biting meat and chewing bones came from the mist. Accompanied by weird and terrifying swallowing sounds, the black mist was stained with blood, and a fishy smell permeated the air. A small part of the black mist that broke away from the group had already reached Wu Rong.
I want.
More fragrance, a more maddening smell, was blocked by this body. Like a wine seal.
I want.
I want to tear apart this obstructive body, I want to sneak in and greedily search for it, I want to monopolize the fragrance that makes a ghost’s soul tremble, and swallow it up. The color of the ghost fog changed, from deep black to a dreamy light blue, light and shiny, like twinkling stars, beautiful but extremely deceptive. Huang Mao, who was standing behind Wu Rong, only took one look, and his eyes became dazed.
It was a psychedelic, pink-skull-like disguise that Mist Blade used to trick his friend and kill him. Apart from high achieving monks and heavenly masters, any person with ability who wanted to regain consciousness would require a certain amount of time
The moment the light blue mist appeared, a pitch-black figure stuck behind Wu Rong, sniffing his fragrance greedily and obsessively, just like a hopeless addict encountering drugs. The door of Mist Blade’s box opened a crack at some point. It was impossible for a normal adult man to squeeze through the gap less than half the width of a palm, and neither could a woman, unless it was an extremely thin child.
Or a piece of human skin.
“You smell really good.”
A gentle and clear laugh sounded from behind Wu Rong, and anyone who heard this voice would imagine a handsome face. Mist Blade indeed had a handsome face, which came from his friend, which was very different from Mist Blade’s normal gloomy face.
Killing his friend was the biggest kill for Mist Blade. The friend had indeed contributed a lot to him, such as a handsome face, a pleasant voice, and his young and beautiful wife. After his close friend “accidentally” died in the Ghost Territory, Mist Blade, as his best friend, must take good care of his sister-in-law.
But his sister-in-law’s taste was not as delicious as the young man in front of him.
No, it wasn’t simply the taste. To even dare to compare them was simply a blasphemy to the young man.
Mist Blade was about to reach his peak in an instant. This was not an ordinary temptation. This was the salvation of his soul. Even Zhou Jin’s singing just now didn’t make him have such a big reaction. Just take one bite, just take one bite, and his body that was on the verge of collapse will recover, the fog ghost will be calmed down again and even advance.
Just one bite had such a strong effect, so why not take a few more bites to finish him off completely?
Only evil thoughts remained in the soul that was approaching madness. Mist Blade swallowed, but he was engulfed by the ghost fog and fused to only a skin sac covered in blood vessels. Except for his handsome face, he was covered in thick, hard needle-like black hair, like a wild beast. At the moment, he was also like a wild beast, with his mind being completely occupied by appetite and greed.
As long as the youth was wrapped in this skin, they would be together forever.
“Is there a wanted warrant?”
Mm?
Mist Blade’s handsome face had distorted and become ferocious, he would go crazy in the next moment. But facing the youth, he still showed endless pity and patience, wanting to dedicate all the good things in the world to him. It’s a pity, even if he wasn’t on the verge of backlash, the ghost mist was about to recover. But as long as his being could endure it, Mist Blade would not eat up all of the youth.
He would raise him up, raise him well, eat him only once in a while, and give him the best treatment.
Unknown tenderness emerged, and Mist Blade, who was intoxicated by the youth, replied: “Yes.”
Yes, of course he had a wanted warrant, which was put up by his close friend’s father. The old man went crazy when he knew his child was dead. He sold his property and used up his life savings to put up a wanted warrant for Mist Blade, but because there was no evidence and the money was not enough, the wanted warrant was at the bottom of the bronze level.
Even if ordinary people sold their life savings, how much money could they have?
Mist Blade didn’t kill the old man, he even looked at him with his close friend’s face and he enjoyed the hatred and pain in his eyes, so he didn’t kill the old man.
But now, Mist Blade decided to kill the old man after leaving Jieyang.
The reward for the arrest warrant was so little, and its level was so low. He was too embarrassed to bring it in front of the young man. Just like a male beast wanting to show its mighty muscles, at this moment, hatred occupied all his nerves, making Mist Blade furious, blaming the old man for all his faults.
Why doesn’t he have more money?
Why couldn’t he rank higher?
This collapse made him incredibly sensitive to all emotions, and Mist Blade was immersed in hatred and it wasn’t until the young man spoke again that he struggled to regain a trace of reason.
“Want to eat?”
I want to, I want to!
Mist Blade cried out from the bottom of his heart, feeling joy instantly replace hatred, making Mist Blade speechless. Is the youth asking him? Yes, it must be. Is he concerned about my situation? Yes, he must be.
He is so nice, how can there be such a nice person in the world? Mist Blade looked at the young man in front of him with incomparably fervent and respectful eyes, and he felt that tears were about to fill his eyes. But Mist Blade’s inhuman body had long since lost its tear ducts, and two bundles of blood vessel-like black thin lines extend downward from his eyes, protruding towards the youth’s legs. Mist Blade originally planned to start from the head, but now he had changed his mind. He was going to eat from the legs, eating slowly, after all, he still wanted to talk to the young man.
The black lines were like Mist Blade’s eyes. His adoring and fiery gaze walked across the young man’s graceful calves and slightly pale ankles like a pilgrimage. At the end, Mist Blade saw the youth’s thick black shadow stretching from the soles of his feet.
There were a pair of scarlet dog eyes in it.
“Crunch, crunch.”
“Crunch, crunch, hmph.”
Louder chewing sounds came from Wu Rong’s feet, very rhythmic, accompanied by screams and the grunting of beasts swallowing. At the same time, the chewing sound by the door suddenly became louder, like a competitive game. Mist Blade was eaten by the Ghost Dog King, but the ghost fog did not dissipate. It was still condensed by the door, stained brown and black with blood, and the eerie chewing sound sounded from it.
“Slurp—”
The sound of sucking noodles was heard, and the ghost fog suddenly dimmed, and then became fainter again. The originally thick brown-red ghost fog was now like the black smoke from a chimney, and the thousands of black lines inside it had disappeared.
They were sucked off.
Monk Zhihui’s face was faintly revealed in the black mist, still benevolent. From the beginning to end, it wasn’t the Ghost Mist that ate him, but ”he” who ate the Ghost Mist! Yet Mist Blade didn’t notice it at all, it could only be because the opponent’s strength far surpassed his, and his perception was deceived!
So strong.
Wu Rong solemnly pursed his lips, and pulled out the Old Miao knife. Looking through the thinner and fainter ghost fog, Monk Zhihui was in more disharmony. His face was as stiff and as pale as a zombie’s, and his cheeks were as thin as a monkey’s. Unveiled, he stared straight at Wu Rong and the corners of his dry mouth curled up ferociously.
He was grinning at Wu Rong!
“Who are you?”
Wu Rong’s voice was cold, it wasn’t Zhihui. He should have realized earlier that the old monk’s body had become an empty shell, and that there were horrible parasites living inside it.
The chewing suddenly stopped.
The sudden silence was more frightening than the scalp-numbing chewing sound. Zhihui, or the parasite manipulating Zhihui’s body, stared at Wu Rong with an uncomfortable sense of focus through the old monk’s cloudy eyeballs.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth in a weird way, and a piercing and eerie laugh came out of his pitch-black throat.
“Jiejie.”
The author has something to say: Bandaged Little Man: Yunzhongke is so favored, there must be some clever trick!
Bandaged Little Man: I see!
Bandaged Little Man: Jiejiejie
The first Ghost Territory “Eating Loudly” competition has begun, and Rongshan Ghost King himself is the referee!
The contestants are the Coffin Old Man and the Ghost Dog King.
The Coffin Old Man took out ghost bones, big ghosts, ghost eyeballs, wonderful crispy antlers, seaweed, crispy biscuits and fish mint…
The Ghost Dog KIng took out the tooth grinding stick given to him by Rongshan Ghost King.
The Coffin Old Man: Wu—
The Coffin Old Man disrupted the game by crying loudly, and the Ghost Dog King won!
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
M1zushi: hi everyone, due to real life I’ll have to change the schedule and only update on Saturdays, sorry ><. Hopefully by August I can update constantly at my previous pace
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Thank you for the chapter.
thanks for the chapter!!! ❤️❤️
Thank you for translating, good luck with IRL.
xD thanks to the author notes the more I look the more I see they look like a bunch of imperial concubines fighting for the emperor’s favor 😂😂😂 (too bad the emperor will become an empress pampered by a new emperor)
Nah, Wu Rong is still the emperor. It’s just that he’ll have an Empress/Imperial Concubine soon (Fu Qing doesn’t have any subject whatsoever😂).
oh yeah forgot of that lol, but I do like the plot where the emperor gets, ya know, fluffed by his wife 😏👌
Still thinking Wu Rong would be the emperor because at least he still know how to treat his subject. While Fu Qing, that dude only goes solo every.
And remember, sometimes it takes a man to be the best girl (wife) 😤
lol Fu Qing and Nan play solo, only duo if Shan Rong is around 😂 😂 😂 but I do really like it how Shan Rong treats his subordinate, he’s the kind of person to go and repay someone something tenfold which could either be kindness or mistreatment, karma will always come biting back for evil deeds but good karma will only repay your previous kindness <3
lol it’s actually true for the emperor scenario cuz we know with Fu Qing’s attitude Shan Rong will be pampered to the sky either way xD