Chapter 212 - 212 210 The Body Decays

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212: Chapter 210: The Body Decays 212: Chapter 210: The Body Decays The sudden change, the unprepared severe injury. Even though Baili An had long known that this little girl was no longer human, he had always thought that this frail and pitiful little girl was forced to stay by his side. But he never expected such a change to occur. Her soft tongue was able to pierce through his corpse demon body in an instant. Baili An’s pupils trembled as he looked down at the crimson tongue that had pierced through his chest. He was deeply shocked, seeming unable to bear the immense pain. He furrowed his brows tightly and groaned, blood spilling from his mouth. His body shook fiercely, and he fell to his knees, no longer able to hold onto the old ghost’s wrist. “Cough, cough, cough…” Baili An covered his mouth with one hand, blood spurting as he coughed, terror and despair filling his eyes with a lifeless, ashen hue. The old ghost on the ground slowly got up, his skin forcibly peeled away, viscous flesh and blood dripping from his body. The air was filled with a foul and pungent stench. Now it was the old ghost’s turn to look down at him. There was a mocking smile in his eyes, and his ghastly green pupils swirled. “I’ve told you, don’t meddle in other people’s business. The most fatal strike always comes from behind.” Baili An gritted his teeth in pain as the crimson tongue continued to wiggle and push deeper into his chest. A very long tongue, seemingly endless. More perilously, the flesh of the tongue was covered with countless tiny, hook-like barbs. The intense pain was extreme as it moved. Blood gushed wildly, staining the crimson tongue even more ferociously gruesome. Those tiny barbs seemed alive, like countless wriggling reptiles, devouring the blood that flowed from his body. The scene was horrifying. Baili An seemed terribly distressed and in pain as he raised his trembling hand and grasped tightly onto the long tongue, hearing the girl’s twisted and distorted laughter behind him. Her tongue had been pulled out, extending deeply from her throat. Apart from the smell of blood, there was also a strong scent of an old person. Despite having the appearance of a girl, she exuded the rotten aura of decay. Baili An struggled to speak, “In Immortal City, your kind run rampant, aren’t you afraid of Empress’s severe punishment?” The old ghost paused for a moment, then sneered viciously, “Before Xianling City was founded, this place was surrounded by Ghost Mountain, a land of Chaotic Netherworld. The Empress used strands of black hair to suppress the Yin ghosts of the mountains. People only know this as a city of the Mortal World, but they do not know that beneath Immortal City lies three thousand Fierce Ghosts! With just a strand of hair, the Empress suppresses these three thousand Fierce Ghosts from causing havoc, and beneath the Inner City, beneath the land that shines unbearably bright as Immortal City, lies Ghost Mountain suspended in the abyss! Those supremely sinister Evil Gods dare not act recklessly under the Empress’s leftover might. Her great virtue is generous to the lesser ghosts within the Outer City; do you really think that tonight’s deeds are unknown to the Empress?” As if to completely break Baili An’s faith and persistence, the old ghost, his skinless face pressing forward, overwhelmed him with the suffocating stench of decaying flesh. He grabbed Baili An’s hair with his bloody, fleshly hand, forcing his head up. The old ghost shrieked sharply, “Tonight, the Ghost Sect is open by the gracious blessing of the Empress, who awards us this blood feast.” He gripped fiercely, yanking Baili An’s head ruthlessly to his own face, his featureless face grotesque, his dim green eyes shimmering with a devouring light. “You and I are both dark ghostly beings, merely wearing a nice skin and a handsome face. Wearing this pretty human mask, do you really think you’re human? This nature of yours, wanting to save everyone you see, will only make you sink faster into the darkness.” Baili An’s pupils trembled as he looked into those deep, dark-green eyes, suddenly noticing something off about them. It seemed that in the depths of these pupils, he could see something deeper. This old ghost! “Correct! You guessed right!” the old ghost, understanding Baili An’s gaze, let out a hoarse, deep laugh. “My eyes are a heavenly gift, capable of seeing things that neither commoners nor most cultivators can see.” Baili An’s gaze darkened slightly, “Are you saying that this skin… doesn’t belong to me?” The old ghost sneered disdainfully, his green pupils curiously examining him. “The body is already dead, it is a corpse, just covered with a new layer of skin. It’s funny, the person is already dead, why still deliberately conceal their true face? Surely the skin underneath is like mine, crimson and ugly.” The thin clouds above moved, covering the bleak moonlight with a haze, lingering in the weak alley light as it started to fade. Baili An’s pale face dimmed in the shifting light and shadow, even the old ghost’s eyes losing their capture for a moment. Only his voice continued to rise in the dark night, a trace of chill. “It seems you value your eyes very much, but—” His speech paused slightly, and the old ghost suddenly felt an illusion of dignity overwhelming him like a sea. An involuntary reverence arose in him, holding his breath, his body involuntarily emanating a faint feeling of pain. The thin clouds dispersed quickly, faint moonlight once again casting Baili An’s handsome face. He was smiling. His smile was tranquil, his hand gesture gently lifting, quite casually waving away the ghost hand that had been tugging at his hair. The old ghost suddenly realized that, unknowingly, he had become completely weak, his hand easily pushed away without being able to channel even a bit of yin energy. The shock and terror that had been in the boy’s eyes had receded like water, leaving only a serenity as profound as the ocean. His pupils trembled as he glanced at the boy’s chest, the fatal blood wound had, unknown when, already stopped bleeding. And the very tongue that seemed so painfully grasped had wilted like a blood-red cloth strip within his palm. Through his palm, a faint gold light could be seen seeping out. The tongue had come out long enough that Baili An easily pulled it out from his own chest. Corpse demons feel pain, especially when wounded by a fellow Yin ghost, the pain is even more extraordinary than what ordinary people suffer. But there was no sign of the pain and shock from the ambush on Baili An’s face now. His movements were composed, as if he had merely pulled a handkerchief from within his clothing. The long tongue lay on the ground, weak and limp, occasionally twitching strugglingly, its silver hooks on the tongue standing up as if in resistance, attempting to stab his palm. But for Baili An, these sharp barbs were as soft as dandelions. Had he not deliberately revealed a flaw to him just now, merely this ghostly tongue could not have pierced his body. The old ghost’s eyes widened, watching as the wound on his chest healed at a startling speed, and in moments, the chest was smooth and intact, without a scar. Baili An looked at the old ghost calmly and said, “It seems you really don’t like your own tongue, preferring to hide it elsewhere rather than keeping it peacefully in your mouth.”

Chapter 212 - 212 210 The Body Decays

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