Chapter 154 - 154 153 The Bones Have Turned to Ash

Words : 1245 Updated : Sep 26th, 2025

154: Chapter 153: The Bones Have Turned to Ash 154: Chapter 153: The Bones Have Turned to Ash The space around, the atmosphere, the spiritual power, everything had changed. A dangerous shadow arose spontaneously, clouding her heart. In Wen Hanwei’s hand, the Yuxiao Sword trembled madly, the sword sensing danger as a preemptive warning. Her bare hand pressed down on the sword hilt, and the sword’s hum ceased. She couldn’t have failed to feel the power that the man was accumulating next, enough to destroy this tiny heaven and earth. Yet her gaze remained calm, turning to watch Baili An’s profile. Wen Hanwei suddenly made an untimely move. Her fair and delicate hand gently lifted the hair on her shoulder, a hidden fragrance filling her sleeve, revealing a section of her pale and delicate slender neck. She slightly tilted her head towards Baili An, utterly unguarded, even wearing a faint smile of acceptance and fearlessness, “It seems I will die here. I’m somewhat saddened about your affairs.” Wen Hanwei always acted as she wished, heedless of consequences or context. At this moment, she wasn’t even aware how alluring and ambiguous her action was. Her gaze was clear, untainted by any impurities, filled with worry and sorrow. Baili An was taken aback, the arms that embraced her slender body stiffening, his face no longer bearing the composed calmness of facing an enemy. His voice hoarse, he said, “Saddened?” Wen Hanwei said, “Back then, I couldn’t witness your death with my own eyes, unaware of how painful it was for you.” “Years have passed since we parted, and you’ve become a demon. I cannot imagine the emotions you had when you awoke from the coffin. But I know you can no longer taste the foods of the Mortal World, nor the simple pleasures of tea and wine. In this life, you will only remember the taste of blood, which saddens and worries me. Given your nature, I don’t even know if you’ve had a proper meal, and now we’re going to die. I want to offer you one last satisfaction.” Sikong, who was brewing killing intent, was stunned. He had never expected the Ninth of Taixuan to say such words to a corpse demon diverging between good and evil. The small bunny in his arms, who looked almost asleep with squinted eyes and drooping ears, slowly opened its eyes. Its triangular mouth moved, ears pricked up, shielding Wen Hanwei’s pale neck, and then twisted its head, seemingly wanting to display its own ‘jade neck’. Unfortunately, Afu Tu, being naturally short and stubby with soft fluffy fur, had a neck so squeezed under its chubby head it was almost imperceptible. Noticing this, its eyes turned helplessly. Even with Baili An’s mature and calm demeanor, he didn’t know how to respond to Wen Hanwei’s gentle kindness. A woman so upright and strong. She could face death serenely, could hold the sword unbowed. Like an unyielding sword of steel. Yet, she could show such gentleness, placing all of herself at the mercy of his lips and tusks. He did not know how to respond, nor did he have the chance. For Sikong very much detested and loathed the scene before him. In the dark, a streak of light, for someone like him, floating in the long, cold, black night. It wasn’t a warm hope, but a glaring, heart-wrenching mockery. Heaven and earth rained down, a blood-red rain, and the whole world of Black City suddenly filled with desolation, emptiness, cold, despair. As if the next moment, the whole world would be buried by the blood rain into the netherworld. Sikong, with a flip of his hand, manipulated the blood rain, and the space began to crumble, the blood rain falling towards the two supporting each other. He smiled a cruel and ruthless smile. Baili An grabbed Wen Hanwei’s delicate wrist, his body leaning over, swiftly shielding her under his thin back against the bloody rain falling from the sky! “Crack!” The sound of bone breaking. Followed then by the rustling sound of the copious heavy rain. Baili An’s pupils suddenly dilated, for he did not feel any pain from his body, but rather a heavy, cold weight on his back. Wen Anwei, pressed under him, also widened her eyes, “On your back, there’s a skeleton—” The White Bone Corpse Corpses, cold and dry under the sternum, was quickly corrupted by the blood rain into pus, staining Baili An’s clothes red. The White Bone Corpse’s hands propped on the ground, clearly in a posture sworn to protect! Baili An, his mind blank and baffled, looked at the hands propping on the ground, the left forefinger wearing a snake-shaped silver ring, eerily reflecting the light of the blood rain. The ring’s outline was cold and sinister, giving an ominous feeling. And the owner of this ring was protecting him. At this thought, a sudden pain struck Baili An’s chest, like it had been pricked by a rusty needle. The emotions he once feared losing, now surged uncontrollably like a flood in his heart. Was it… sadness? Wen Hanwei stiffened, almost instinctively reaching out her arms to embrace him. Because in Baili An’s eyes at that moment, tears of blood filled. A corpse demon, already dead, should not have tears, should not cry. Yet, he was crying. He didn’t know why he was crying, why his emotions were uncontrollably out of control. Who was it!!! The skeleton behind, who was it! “Oh?” Sikong suddenly stood up from his throne, “This is truly surprising again, my dear friend has come forth for you.” The weight of the skeleton behind was quickly dispersed by the blood rain, turning into white dust swirling, though not a drop approached him. Baili An sat up straight, his blood-stained eyes blankly watching the dust in the sky. Wen Hanwei picked up the silver ring from the ground, frowning in thought, as if recalling something, the puzzlement in her eyes deepening. “Why? Why would he protect me…” Baili An murmured. Sikong let out a malicious laughter, “Yes, why indeed? Now there’s another fascinating secret about you. Indeed, you are a gift from heaven sent to me.” The white bone dust brushed against Baili An’s face, ruffling his long hair. The pain in Baili An’s heart deepened, he shook his head firmly, looking at Sikong, “I will not stay here, I intend to live!” At that moment, he was desperately eager to recover the memories he had lost! A determination that could let him pay any price. The blood rain swayed, and he slowly raised his arm, his eyes now devoid of the earlier resolute fighting spirit, his finger pointing at the man’s heart. Sikong’s perfect features stiffened slightly, then, thinking it unlikely, scoffed with a mocking smile, “Hmm? So, having seen such power, you still think you can drive your sword into my heart? These ashes can’t protect you for long.” Baili An shook his head, “You are strong, and with my current strength, I can only harm you once, naturally I cannot stab the sword into your heart, but I can pull out the sword that’s thrust upon your chest.” His casually uttered words sent a shock through Sikong’s body, like being struck by thunder, his crimson lips instantly trembling pale, “You… what did you say?” Baili An said, “What I said, you know very well.”

Chapter 154 - 154 153 The Bones Have Turned to Ash

Comments (0)