Chapter 251 - 251 249 I Am Not a Ghost

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251: Chapter 249: I Am Not a Ghost 251: Chapter 249: I Am Not a Ghost Numerous bright green threads intertwined and slowly converged into the sword wound on Baili An’s chest. The Merit Power of Spiritual Power was as pure as water, gentle as it streamed into the withered and lifeless meridians within his body, like a babbling brook, moisturizing and penetrating his flesh. Although the storage capacity of the Wish Pearl for Merit Power was extremely limited, Baili An could clearly perceive that the Spiritual Power, once purified through the pearl and turned into Merit Power, held a unique force and aura that lingered in his body, Allowing the Blood River of the Abyss to be peaceful and serene, without causing any ripples. Undergoing cultivation through the pearl for the second time, Baili An found it incredibly astonishing. Who could have predicted that the power of the Mohe, which even the heavens and earth feared, could be temporarily suppressed by a mere Wish Pearl? During his cultivation practice, Baili An stopped pondering and slowly closed his eyes, beginning to cultivate earnestly. Tears fell heavily upon the candle stand, forming frost. A single bean of candlelight emitted its last dim glow before silently going out. The room plunged into darkness. Only the moonlight that managed to seep through an unsecured window spilled in messy beams on his white clothes. Afu Tu dozed off lightly and, upon waking again, found its ears perked up and gaze emotionlessly falling upon Baili An. Among the shadows, a pair of scarlet pupils suddenly appeared, as dangerous and eerie as a demon in the night. Suddenly, a wind rose upon the ancient mountain path. The wooden window shook and was blown wide open by the gust. Moonlight poured in, lighting up the white clothes. Baili An’s brow twitched slightly, and he caught a whiff of a familiar yet distant cold fragrance, subtly following the mountain breeze into his sleeves. For some reason, he could capture scents other than that of fresh blood. Before he could pinpoint when he remembered this familiar cold fragrance, his consciousness felt as if it was being tightly pulled and torn to pieces by a gentle hand. His vision began to blur, and an irresistible wave of drowsiness swept over him… The green Wish Pearl clattered to the ground, emitting a crisp sound. Baili An’s body slumped, falling to the floor as his eyelids became too heavy to hold open, and his consciousness drifted away from his body. Beneath the veil of the night, he fell into a deep sleep. In the whole house, only Afu Tu remained lucid. In the shadow beneath it, the red glow in its eyes dimmed a fraction, and its perked ears remained raised, adding a touch of deadly aura to its small form. Afu Tu glanced down at the carrot it had gnawed into a mess in its paw, and a hint of faint irony shone in its red eyes as it suddenly threw the carrot out the window. Snow sleeves danced lightly. A clean hand caught the tooth-marked carrot. A white haze of snow rose in the world beyond the window, and amid the fluttering white snow, a slender figure clad in white stood on the edge of the roof and window, her dark eyes staring at Afu Tu, her expression extremely faint. Afu Tu, too, watched her quietly, its crimson eyes full of ferocity, a display of extreme hunger. As Su Jing flipped the carrot in her hand, it drew a circle of silver-white sword fire concealing ancient fire mark runes. Afu Tu, as if facing a formidable enemy, crouched low and growled, but the threatening growl held no intimidation before her. The sword fire whipped fiercely onto Afu Tu’s body. A gash appeared—so deep that bone could be seen! Afu Tu seemed to be in extreme pain and fright, cautiously hiding the ferocity in its eyes little by little, not daring to reveal any more. It lay on the ground, its gaze icy and ruthless as it watched the woman outside the window, unwillingness hidden in its eyes. Su Jing stepped over the window sill and walked into the room, her gaze calm and clear, but no longer glancing at Afu Tu on the floor. Her cold gaze fell upon the bed, observing the small figure with an unreadable expression. Afu Tu’s gaze flickered as it realized that this woman was not empty-handed; in her right hand, she carried a bulging bundle whose contents were unknown. At that moment, she said, “I gave you freedom, we established a contract, not for you to show your laughable claws at times like this.” Su Jing glanced lightly at the rabbit, “Now that we’ve left the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, you have to follow my rules, so what’s there to be unhappy about?” Her voice was indifferent, causing Afu Tu’s fur to bristle; the bloody wounds inflicted earlier were healing rapidly. It made a continuous low growling sound, as if protesting. She understood Afu Tu’s meaning, scoffed coldly, and did not speak further, but instead extended an arm towards Afu Tu. Afu Tu gave her a quiet look, its crimson gaze deep and greedy, a typical look of a dark creature. After confirming her intentions, Afu Tu hesitated no longer. The shadow underneath it surged with demonic speed, swiftly leaping from the ground, without so much as a glance at Su Jing’s extended arm. Driven by its greedy nature, a large black figure towered in front of Su Jing, biting fiercely into her shoulder, greedily drawing the sweet blood within her. Shoulder pain ripped through her, but aside from a slight frown, Su Jing exhibited no other reaction, remaining indifferent to the gnawing shadow. Connected to the shadow at the other end, Afu Tu let out a satisfied and strange squeak, as if its belly had been filled. A moment later, Su Jing’s complexion grew increasingly pale, but she did not speak to stop it, only casting a quiet glance at Afu Tu. The squeaking ceased at once, and the shadow, still unwilling, retreated back into Afu Tu’s small form. And Su Jing, her shoulder was now a gory mess, bones starkly visible. Her clothes were half-drenched in red, a pathetic and striking sight. She turned to the bed where Ji San lay mumbling unclear dream talk, clutching a wooden rabbit, rubbing her eyes, seeming thirsty as she woke and reached for water. She caught sight under the clear moonlight of a figure in white, half smeared with tragic red, as the fresh blood made the beautiful face look even paler. Her hair danced in the air, her features cold, like a mournful ghost in the dead of night. The little girl, who had just gone through one ghostly fright after another, couldn’t take such a shocking scene. Unable to even cry out, her eyes rolled back and she fainted. Su Jing, taken aback by the girl’s light sleep, felt speechless. She walked over, touched the wrist of the girl, and transferred a stream of Spiritual Power. Seeing her complexion improve after the scare, she then roused her to wake. When Ji San came to, she saw an expressionless, earnest face looking down at her, saying seriously, “I am not a ghost.” The infusion of Spiritual Power stabilized the girl’s thoughts somewhat. She took several deep breaths, her body trembling slightly, and looked timidly at her. Feeling the warmth from the fingers on her wrist, sure that she was indeed human and not a ghost, she didn’t faint again. She glanced at Baili An, who lay unconscious on the floor, swallowed, and said softly, “Sister, you’re hurt, your shoulder is all bloody…” Su Jing hummed faintly, not caring for the injury on her body, and instead pulled out a small toy from her bundle—a beautifully painted clay pellet drum that made a pleasant rustling sound when shaken.

Chapter 251 - 251 249 I Am Not a Ghost

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