Chapter 301 - 301 299 The Grass Ring Between Finger Bones

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301: Chapter 299: The Grass Ring Between Finger Bones 301: Chapter 299: The Grass Ring Between Finger Bones The heavy stone millstone split into a pile of rubble, and Baili An used his Sword Qi to condense water into ice, suppressing all the green yin fire roaring up from the soil. The frost penetrated the earth, stirred by the Sword Qi. Without the need for deliberate digging, the firm and hard ground suddenly sprouted dozens of ice spikes that burst through the soil, and a flat land instantaneously billowed into a pit three meters deep. Baili An stood outside the pit, his gaze deeply fixated on the White Bone Corpses below. Layers of white bones, obviously not from a single person, They were ancient and new bones piled up over who knew how many years, with bursts of phosphorescence flashing through them now and then, emitting an evil and ominous aura. As the bones crackled and rolled down, merged and fused by the pale green yin fire, they strangely grew together like deformed conjoiners over these silent years. Under the tempering of the yin fire, they had formed a massive Bone Corpses land. Even Fang Geyu, who was accustomed to grand scenes, couldn’t help but change his expression at this sight, looking at the pit of White Bone Corpses with deep abhorrence in his eyes. “Evil Bone Technique, that Ghost really has a taste for the macabre.” And Ji Ting, who saw this scene, trembled with fear, his face turning pale and then rolled to the side, retching violently. Baili An didn’t reply, his gaze sweeping over the area, he leaped into the pit to find a pale White Bone Corpse still dressed in coarse cloth. That corpse must have been buried here not long ago, only to have one of its arms swallowed by the grotesque merging of giant bones underneath, the rest of the skeleton was comparatively intact. Baili An recognized the clothes; they were the rough cloth gown Ji Ting had worn the night he sold noodles, an ill-fitting tabard sewn with countless patches, large and small. Between the stark white and dismal finger bones, there was a bracelet woven from flowers and grass, lying dormant and withered there. Clearly, all flesh had been eroded by the yin energy here, turning to this withered White Bone Corpse in just a few days. Yet that fragile and cheap bracelet still faintly retained its original shape. Baili An was crouched down, lifting the hand bone of Ji Ying, his gaze holding an indiscernible meaning as he looked at the grass bracelet around her wrist. In the flickering yin fire, his eyes were dark and bright, a departure from his usual gentleness, rendering him inexplicably indifferent and sharp. The Autumnwater Sword’s tip rested on the immeasurably deep, massive backbone connected to Ji Ying’s one arm. If he could, he would have liked to bring this girl home intact. The sword tip penetrated an inch into the bone, and the tranquil flickering yin fire around suddenly boiled! Clearly a senseless skeleton should feel no pain. But from somewhere within the massive body of the land, a terrifying and angry roar erupted, as if it were the wailing of ghosts! Fang Geyu’s face darkened as he said sternly, “It’s useless, this skeleton has already connected with the countless evil spirits in these bones. The resentment of the White Bone Corpses beneath this land did not form overnight; once one is swallowed, their soul declines forever, never to return. You’d better get up quickly, lest you get devoured by the malice within these skeletons!” As soon as his voice trailed off, the ground shook, cracks spread, and the moist earth and dirt tumbled into the crevices, thundering ominously! The entire earth seemed to have turned into the gaping maw of a giant ghost, with gusts of yin wind howling from within, as if the giant ghost were breathing and exhaling. Dust and snow danced in the sky, the thin ice flakes cutting people’s cheeks like blades. Baili An was hurled into the air by a colossal force beneath his feet, and in that moment of rising winds, he clearly saw the grass bracelet around Ji Ying’s wrist being blown by the wind. The greenish-blue yin fire burned, crumbling the dry husk instantly to ash. The still and icy White Bone Skull, with a pair of eerie blue lights rising in the dark hollows of its eyes, coldly watched Baili An as it stood up. Her arm connected to the huge, deformed skeleton. She rose in this snowy night, and naturally, the accompanying skeleton rose from the ground too. Fang Geyu cursed under his breath, his face turning extremely unpleasant. Flicking her fingers, a thin, golden leaf suddenly appeared in her hand, which she tossed into the air as she herself soared. Beneath her feet, she firmly stepped onto an enlarged golden leaf several times larger, bearing her body as she flew towards Baili An, utterly disregarding the life and death of Ji Ting who had fallen into the pit. However, before she could get close to Baili An, the giant skeleton had completely risen, a White Bone Giant free from the earth’s hold, soaring a hundred meters and standing mightily in this world. Bare white bones, the hollow skeleton howled in the wind like a chorus of ghostly chants and spells from the Hell Abyss, causing people’s heads to split with pain, almost driving them to madness! Fang Geyu, who had only flown a few meters, was swept back dozens of meters by a fierce yin wind. Barely stabilizing herself, Fang Geyu felt her blood churn violently, her eardrums throbbing with pain. Just being brushed by the chaotic yin wind had thrown her into such disarray, with her heart pounding like a war drum and the nodes of Spiritual Power in her meridians throbbing painfully. A huge White Bone arm rose like a tsunami, and under Fang Geyu’s constricting pupils, it snatched Baili An’s airborne figure into its palm. “Si Chen!!!” At that moment, on the other side of the battlefield. Ying Xiu casually pointed his sword towards the inky night sky, the black and obscure Longsword lacking a visible sword tip, with its sword body coiled with black cinnabar runes, wrapping the fierce and cold Blade as if it were a blunt ruler. Dressed in a blood-red official robe that billowed like a hunting outfit, the runes wrapped around the sword were ignited by some invisible force, cinnabar weeping blood as if serpents danced away, and Sword Intent surged endlessly, flipping the ink clouds overhead with one sword slash! The driven-back cloud of yin energy regrouped, taking the shape of the Ghost once again. Both man and ghost seemed to forget the upcoming battle. This fierce fight had abruptly come to a halt. After driving back the Ghost with a single strike, Ying Xiu covered his lips with a hand and coughed lightly; he lowered his eyes to glance at the bloodstain on his sleeve, quietly retracting his presence, and stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, lifting his head towards the west. The towering White Bone Giant stood erect like a white craggy peak cut across the landscape. He pursed his lips; his calm gaze could not hide his excitement and shock for a moment, seemingly sensing a very familiar presence. He couldn’t help but laugh softly, his complexion flushed with excitement, “Ghost Tears Pearl? I never expected to encounter such a surprise during tonight’s visit to Xianling City.” Wu Bu had never seen the usually gentle and composed Young Master showing such an uncharacteristic side, and he asked Red Cherry, who was perched on the eaves, out of curiosity, “What is the Ghost Tears Pearl?” Red Cherry stood on the eaves, her lone figure cradling a Blade in silence, the black veil under her conical hat fluttering, seemingly unwilling to answer Wu Bu’s tedious question.

Chapter 301 - 301 299 The Grass Ring Between Finger Bones

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