Chapter 295 - 295 293 He Deserves to Die

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295: Chapter 293: He Deserves to Die 295: Chapter 293: He Deserves to Die After winding around in circles, Baili An had achieved his goal, and Fang Geyu had understood as well. Together, supporting each other, they disappeared into the snowy night. The heavy snow was biting cold, and the Fierce Ghosts wailed sorrowfully. Ying Xiu, watching the black shadow slowly approaching amidst the wind and snow, took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed his curiosity about the Vermilion Bird coffin in the young man’s hands. His palm faced the night sky and opened, dark light and falling snow gathered in his palm, creating lines as disordered as ink and brush strokes. The lines formed into a sword, both the sword tip and hilt wrapped in strips of dark talisman paper, like a fierce sword sealed by countless runes. He turned to look at the Heroic Spirit woman beside him, noticing the flying blindfold beneath her black veil. His voice carried a hint of coldness, “It’s not yet time for you to take action.” Hongying fell silent for a moment. She suddenly raised her hand to touch the white apricot blossom pressed against her neckline, nodded, and said, “Your Highness, may I ask a favor of you?” Ying Xiu’s fighting spirit faltered slightly, and his face showed a hint of surprise. Hongying, an ancient Heroic Spirit from You Dynasty, had a bland personality, was unassuming, and did not seek the spotlight, being non-confrontational in every matter. His mother had really appreciated this aspect of Hongying and had arranged for her to be at his side from a young age, becoming one of his attendant Ghosts. Although he didn’t like such a gloomy female ghost accompanying him, he had to admit that compared to other attendant Ghosts, she was the most sensible and reliable, never causing disturbances, and never making a sound when not needed. Over the years, she had taken great care of him. Such a earnest request today was indeed a first-time occurrence. Remembering the many years of her company, hearts are after all made of flesh, and warmth appeared in Ying Xiu’s eyes, “Please, speak your mind.” Hongying said, “The laundry woman is also a person of misfortune. I hope Your Highness can show compassion and not destroy her Primordial Spirit. Please allow me to take her back to Central Netherworld, grant her a bridge, and send her to the other shore of Oblivion.” Ying Xiu frowned, seeing that the ghost, He Sha, contained malicious spirit and was likely a man-eating Evil Ghost. The bridges in Central Netherworld were for ferrying benevolent spirits, and breaking this rule would likely lead to his mother’s reproach. However, hearing the undisguised plea in her voice, his heart softened somewhat, and he nodded, “Then let it be as you say, but about Ghost…” “Rest assured, Your Highness.” Hongying hid the apricot blossom at her neckline and said calmly, “A lifetime of calamities has its end, and life and death have ceased, the past has concluded. I will fulfill this wish for Your Highness.” Ying Xiu’s lips curved into a smile, gazing at that dark silhouette, as if it was already within his grasp. “So be it, very good.” The sky was vast and clouds distant, dry leaves covered with frost. Their hurried footsteps broke the thin ice below the withered leaves, eliciting crisp sounds of breaking. Fang Geyu casually crushed two blue talisman papers, and after they burned to ash, a small barrier was formed around them, creating a tiny world separated from the outside. A terrifying roar came from outside, as sword fire blazed through the sky and malevolent spirits loomed. It seemed Ying Xiu and the Ghost had already clashed. Baili An’s steps were faltering, as severe blood loss caused the Corpse Pearl within his Dantian to dim and become dormant, leaving his body extremely weak. Yet a sharp pain surged from his chest, as if harboring a blood-thirsty, frail Demon, suddenly deprived of fresh blood, it began to rage wildly! He didn’t know what it was, only knew that if he didn’t eat soon, the thing hidden in his chest might tear his heart open and emerge to wreak havoc on the world. Even though it was something within his own body, it made him apprehensively feel as if there was a taboo Pandora’s box that should not be opened. After establishing the barrier, Fang Geyu naturally took out a dagger from her small boots, about to cut her wrist, but suddenly her body went heavy as she was pinned down by Baili An between the ice and dead leaves. The chilling cold numbed her spine, yet her body inexplicably warmed up, and with a slight panic, she said, “What are you doing, Si Chen?” Suddenly, she was reminded of the absurdities of the night. Baili An tore off the blindfold over his eyes, his crimson pupils fixing on the girl’s pale neck. He took the sharpened dagger from her hand, threw it aside, and asked in a low voice, “Fang Geyu, you said you aren’t afraid of Corpse Poison, is that true?” Fang Geyu turned her head away from his gaze, proudly saying, “Of course, I am a descendant of the Immortals,” unknowingly exposing her slender neckline defenselessly. Baili An lowered his head, gently grazing her neck with his sharp Tusk, said nothing more, pierced her skin, and began to drink the warm, sweet blood. His swallowing sounds mixed with inquiry, “So may I take a few bites, alright?” Fang Geyu clenched her fist tightly and hit him on the shoulder, “You already bit, what’s there to ask!” Baili An said nothing more, focusing on his meal. He was extremely hungry, the pain in his chest crazily urging him to drink blood. However, what gradually softened Fang Geyu’s gaze, was that during the process of blood-drinking, he unconsciously held her wrist, making sure her hand rested against his cold chest, and he held it tightly. Fang Geyu couldn’t help but lightly scratch his chest, asking, “Why do you insist on killing the Ghost? Is it some kind of test?” This meal for Baili An was quite short, seeming to fear hurting her, he suppressed the immense pain in his heart, appeased the terrifying entity within, and did not continue. As he tried to push himself up, his head was held down by Fang Geyu, who dissatisfiedly said, “Didn’t you say you have a big appetite? How come you only ate so little? Or do you think my blood tastes bad?” Baili An did not answer, just said, “I want to kill the Ghost. The big test in Xianling City is only a small part of the reason.” As he spoke, his cold breath brushed against the skin on her neck. Fang Geyu, feeling awkward, released his head and pushed him slightly, asked, “Then what’s the main reason?” Pushed by her, Baili An rolled over, laying beside her among the fallen leaves, their black hair intermingling in the snow. A trace of fresh red fell from his lips onto the pristine white snow, like two brightly colored red beans. The pain in his heart had quieted and silenced. Looking at the girl’s profile in the night, he counter-questioned, “What does Fang Geyu think?” Perhaps the snow beneath their backs was too chilling, Fang Geyu rolled over to face him, looking steadily into his eyes, and said, “I think it’s quite simple. As long as life and death persist, the path of evil continues. If everyone in this world could be transformed, then there would be no such thing as Evil Ghosts left in the Mortal World. The big test is just one reason, but more importantly, the Ghost deserves to die.”

Chapter 295 - 295 293 He Deserves to Die

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