Chapter 304 - 304 302 Si Chen

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304: Chapter 302: Si Chen 304: Chapter 302: Si Chen Baili An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spread open his palm. The luster of the Wish Pearl dimmed instantly and fell coolly into his palm. The massive skeletal creature was a ghost materialized from condensed resentful power. Given that all things in nature influence and counteract each other, the nemesis of resentful power was naturally the pure wish power transformed through redemption. Although the sources of power for both were derived from the body of a Fierce Ghost. Yet, the difference between them was vast. However, the Wish Pearl’s power was limited, and the faithful wish power within it was already exhausted during the escape. It’d be difficult to make use of it immediately. He nodded slightly, gave Fang Geyu a small smile, and said, “Don’t be afraid, the Corpse Demon raised by Fang Geyu is not weak.” Seeing his mood for jest, Fang Geyu’s heart, which had been in her throat, sank back into her stomach. She snorted, “Afraid? When have you ever seen me scared?” Baili An chuckled. Just then, the bone creature, having a hand amputated, rose thunderously from midair. Ji Ying’s skeleton wasn’t only missing an arm now; half of her body was engulfed among the myriad bones. It seemed that under the Wish Pearl, the power within this skeletal frame suffered damage and urgently needed substantial resentful power to compensate. The corpses lying beside Ji Ying, like cursed evil spirits, clawed at her body with their pale arm bones and ferociously stuffed her into that massive body. Baili An looked deeply at Fang Geyu, “Wait here for me.” Fang Geyu grabbed his bloodstained sleeve and said, “We can’t handle a creature of this level. Ghost has killed so many and created such a monster; the goddess will surely not ignore this. Let’s leave and ask her to intervene.” Baili An shook his head, “There’s no time. If Miss Ji Ying is swallowed by that creature, she will never reincarnate.” Fang Geyu was slightly annoyed, “She’s already dead. With so many skeletons, can you really save her alone?” Baili An pursed his lips, his expression complex as he looked at Fang Geyu and pointed towards Ji Ying’s skeleton, asking, “Fang Geyu, can’t you see the soul at her brow?” Fang Geyu was startled. “How could I possibly see that?” “What if I said Miss Ji Ying’s soul hasn’t been fully extinguished?” Fang Geyu let go of his sleeve and looked at him earnestly, “I’ll go with you.” “Wait for me in a safe place.” “Brat! Who do you think you’re commanding?!” The desolate wind howled wildly, whipping the snow around under the sky, billowing the similarly styled red robes of the two. Baili An didn’t continue to argue with her. He gazed at the Vermilion Bird carved on the lid of the ancient coffin under his feet for a moment, then raised his head to gently smile at Fang Geyu. Then reached out a hand to her. Instantly, Fang Geyu collided with his gentle yet nearly indistinguishable eyes. She could have flown on her own, yet under his inviting gaze to join the battle, as if compelled by a ghost, she placed her windswept cold hand into his palm. The equally cold hand clenched hers. Yet, in the next moment, Baili An did something that left Fang Geyu dumbstruck. He stood atop the ancient coffin, holding the girl’s hand, then knelt on one knee. His straight, slender waist slightly bent, pressing his cold forehead against her fingertips. He bowed his head and said with a smile, “I will bring back the answer to this test for you, so please be good and hide away, okay?” The temperature between their cold palms almost sent her mind into disarray, and she couldn’t even begin to question where such immense confidence in him came from. She only felt deep in her heart, the one fatally soft spot being intensely brushed by something fluffy, soft yet itchy, irritatingly unreachable. Her fingers curled slightly but didn’t pull away. A strange softness blossomed at her fingertips, the wind and snow sweeping past, neither cold nor hot, stirring unease in her soul. She didn’t remember how she had responded to his words. Perhaps under this snowy sky, she helplessly and embarrassedly nodded her head. Otherwise, why would he have stood up so quickly, smiled and patted her head, then turned and left? However, this was the first time in her life that Fang Geyu really wanted to earnestly obtain a perfect score. Baili An walked in the snow, his palms pressed close to his heart, experiencing a strange sensation. No heartbeat, the blood was cold, and so was the heart. But at this moment, what was boiling incessantly deep inside his body? His resolute and profound eyes clearly reflected the massive white skeletal figure, and Baili An couldn’t investigate the source of this exhilaration. This was certainly not some trivial romantic flutter of the heart. From the moment he stepped into this desolate mansion, to the scene of mountains of corpses before him, the tumultuous rise within him seemed to have reached some ultimate realm. Baili An didn’t think of himself as a war-hungry bloodthirsty person. The blood and cold metal on the battlefield did not resonate with excitement in him. He couldn’t immerse himself in a spirited fight, nor could he find pleasure in the slaughter. But now, he felt as though everything before him was a battlefield and stage prepared especially for him. This was a battle of the Deceitful Dao! He abandoned all Swordsmanship, locked away the two awakened Spiritual Power nodes within his body, and refused to resonate with the Spiritual Power between heaven and earth. Baili An ignited the blood-red eyes belonging to the dark side, his emotions within his eyes switched from fierce battle intent to numb indifference in merely an instant. Naturally, he reached into his sleeve. This action felt as though he had done it thousands of times. The position of the Short Flute within the sleeve seemed unchanged, as if it had been his habit all along, requiring no extra effort to feel around. The cold jade texture reminded him of a distant longing. Sister Wen had indeed not lied to him. This Short Flute had always belonged to him. Inside, a voice was telling him. This was his, an always desired yet feared weapon. Like a forbidden power not allowed in his life. But now, his life had come to a halt, his very existence was the greatest taboo of this world. When Taboo grasped another Taboo, it naturally broke the cage and chains that bound him. No need to worry so much about taboos and attachments anymore. Because he was Si Chen, no one could blame him anymore. Mountains of bones, like a tower. Under the pitch-black curtain of the snowy night, the skulls atop the bone bodies eerily lit with fire, resembling demons from the Nine Nethers.

Chapter 304 - 304 302 Si Chen

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