Chapter 211 - 211 209 Fierce Ghost Kills

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211: Chapter 209: Fierce Ghost Kills 211: Chapter 209: Fierce Ghost Kills “Fellow creature?” Baili An’s voice was somewhat cold, “I certainly wouldn’t use someone else’s body to eat such disgusting things.” A hand, emanating a chilling and bleak aura, suddenly rested on Baili An’s shoulder. Icy, withered, the nails long and tinged with a pale green color. “It’s really surprising. I thought I hid myself very well. How did you see through me when, after all… it wasn’t me who did the killing?” Along with the deep voice, a rotten smell spread out. This stench was reminiscent of a corpse that had been buried deep in the soil for years, its flesh decayed and fluids seeping out. Baili An might have trouble distinguishing the plethora of flavors in the Mortal World, but he was all too familiar with the scent of yin corpses underground. At this moment, the face behind him had completely changed, covered with corpse spots and with horrific green eyes in which pale corpse worms occasionally wriggled out. At midnight, such a sight was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. Baili An slowly turned his head, his dark eyes, which had turned blood red at some unknown time. As he turned, the moonlight, which had not been able to penetrate before, somehow broke through the gloom, casting a bleak light obliquely into his eyes, brewing into a limitless cold hue. The silent ferocity in the old man’s face abruptly froze, and the strange wrinkles on his forehead trembled slightly. He was intimidated by those tear-stained eyes that glowed like jewels and instinctively drew back his hand, taking a step backwards. Baili An suddenly reached out, seizing his wrist. His grip was so strong it was as if a pair of iron pincers had grasped his bones, which creaked under the pressure. “If you’re sincerely asking, shouldn’t you at least let someone finish speaking first?” Baili An tightened his grip, forcing the old man to halt any further retreat. His brows were like ink, his pupils demonic, as he looked down with those blood-red eyes upon the gray, undulating ground. His gaze was as gentle as ever. With agreeable composure, he stood up straight in the night breeze, his figure resembling a gentlemanly bamboo, tall and upright. Looking at the ghost right before him, he said indifferently, “Sit down.” As soon as those words fell, the old man, full of resistance yet unable to defy, suddenly felt an immense force in his arm, as if a giant whale from the depths of the sea had bitten his limb and was pulling him down heavily! His body crashed to the ground fiercely, and his bones throbbed with pain as if crushed by a boulder. From his tightly gripped wrist, skin burst one by one, as if scales were being scraped away by a sharp blade, and pallid, aged flesh fluttered into the air! His own skin harshly stripped away, revealing a bloody, putrid flesh beneath—the skin he bore was stolen. The old ghost was shocked to his core! His century of cultivation was so easily overcome by a junior! He let out an inhuman roar filled with sinister energy emanating from his throat. Baili An still held his wrist firmly without letting go. “I must say, you’ve done an impressive job of disguising yourself as a human. I didn’t notice anything unusual at first. However, from the moment you killed that person, you were full of flaws. You kill and take the eyes. When the girl screamed, you only needed to cover her eyes, yet you covered her mouth as well. In her extreme panic, such actions could very easily suffocate her to death; you intended to comfort her, but she only trembled with greater fear.” With a hoarse voice, the old ghost said, “Just by that… you knew?” “Of course, there’s more.” Baili An’s gaze drifted towards the western horizon. “I heard that outside the city, a Ghost Mountain is sealed, right to the west. When the tavern was attacked by an Evil Spirit and people fled in panic, I noticed that not one person dared to escape towards the west. Just you… taking your granddaughter with you, fled to this secluded alley. If you really thought it was a ghostly killer, you should have fled towards the light, seeking the protection of Cultivators in the city.” The old ghost on the ground struggled, lifting his face which was obscured by flesh and heavy with yin energy. His features were indistinct, but his eyes still shone brightly, concealing light. He chuckled sinisterly. “What are you? Your body’s Demonic Qi is not much less than my Ghost Qi. Both creatures of darkness, why must we destroy each other?” Baili An disregarded his mockery, glanced at his eyes and then said, “If you admire the Empress so much, why commit such a deed right under her watchful eyes?” He had seen that the old ghost, masquerading as a storyteller in the tavern, could not conceal his enthusiasm when narrating the tale of the Empress. At the time, there were several Cultivators seated below the stage, yet they were completely ignorant of the Empress’s origin and story. Yet the storyteller spoke with authority, and the tale he told wasn’t much different from what Sister Lin Yuan had said. How could a poor storyteller come to know such Ancient secrets about the creation of gods and immortals? The old ghost narrowed his eyes, his hideous face dripping with blood. He sneered self-mockingly, “Do you really think a hideous yin creature like me would admire and long for a legendary, pure immortal goddess? Isn’t that utterly ludicrous?” Baili An replied, “That’s no reason for murder.” “Fierce Ghosts need no reason to kill.” “That girl, she threw Copper Coins onto the stage for your story, too.” Baili An’s casual words made the old ghost’s arm tremble. Yet in his eyes, there was only spite, no trace of guilt or wavering. He glared at Baili An venomously, “Even if I kill, what’s it to you! You are just like me, both Ghost and demon. Do you intend to exorcise evil on behalf of humans? How noble of you! Do you really think yourself a Saint?” Baili An stated calmly, “I act according to my conscience.” The old ghost laughed coldly, “Do you truly believe you can catch all the yin ghosts in this world?!” Baili An replied, “I am not a Taoist, I have no obligation to catch ghosts. I’m catching you simply because I happened to come across you.” The old ghost slowly closed his eyes, and his free hand plunged deep into the shadows of the earth. With a sneering, eerie laugh, he said, “I’ve told you, the killer isn’t me.” Baili An’s frown deepened, and his grip on the old ghost’s wrist tightened abruptly with unease. But there was no time for anyone to react. The girl lying on the ground unexpectedly opened her eyes, her pupils matching the old ghost’s in a luminescent green, like an Evil Ghost in the night. Her hand still held a piece of caramel, but her mouth silently opened wide towards Baili An’s back—a gaping maw, black and bottomless, resembling the Abyss of a Fierce Ghost. A crimson tongue, long and spear-like, shot out from deep within her throat, the tip as sharp as a lance, piercing through Baili An’s chest from behind at an incredible speed!

Chapter 211 - 211 209 Fierce Ghost Kills

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