Chapter 335 - 335 333 Puppet

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335: Chapter 333: Puppet 335: Chapter 333: Puppet Pfft, pfft, pfft. Three light sounds. Yan Yun, along with the two Sea Expansion Realm cultivators, simultaneously burst open a cruel blood-flower at their chests, their hearts shattered by some force. Yet eerily, all three remained alive, clutching their wounds, painfully writhing on the ground, as if enduring immense suffering, their chest areas gradually rotting away. Crimson blood constantly seeped out, yet strangely, there was no stench of decay, instead, it emitted a kind of sickly sweet fragrance in the air. On the hard ground covered by the black mud wolf corpses, white flowers had bloomed unknown when, their vines and roots a ghastly pale color, resembling spider webs crawling out from Hell, tightly entwining the three struggling figures. The soft petals probed into their chests, turning a sinister red after drawing blood as if they were dangerous predators from a dark world. Hearing those shrill screams, Zhang Yaosong’s hand trembling as he held his sword-control seal, he clenched his teeth tightly to suppress the intense fear welling up inside him. Mou Chen stood in the middle of the blood-red floral forest, chuckling lowly as a pale, bone-white vine shot up from beneath his feet, wildly sweeping like a dancing demon. Zhang Yaosong suddenly felt a sharp pain at his waist. His eyes, shaking violently, quickly clouded with blood. He looked down to see the lower half of his body and his Flying Sword withering away and falling. The upper half of his body was wrapped by the vine, gently dragged into the ground. Blood and Spiritual Power continued to drain away; the petals on the vine, like blood-engorged insects, sinfully swayed upon his skin. Including Yan Yun and the three, who had now fallen entirely silent, they lay among the flowers like bleached skeletons, eroded by time. Sandy footsteps slowly approached. Zhang Yaosong felt as if his body were being torn apart. His heart churned with desperate fear, and as he watched the man slowly squatting before him, he trembled, “You… you’re not Mou Chen…” ‘Mou Chen’ just smiled, silent, touching his own cheek, “This skin is quite useful.” How would a Martial Artist focused on Body Cultivation have such strange and sinister power? His pale lips continuously overflowed with fresh blood, which was then greedily absorbed and devoured by the petals. Zhang Yaosong’s eyes stiffly moved as if confirming his suspicions. Indeed, he saw that each soft petal bore almost baby-like facial features. Zhang Yaosong was horrified, “Is this the Evil Flower?” The Evil Flower, raised by demon insects. This was a vile Forbidden Technique lost for a thousand years in Beizhao, known only to the Demon World’s Yin Prison―the being wearing the skin of Mou Chen, the talented disciple from the Wanxiang Sect, was not human at all! “You are… from the Demon Clan…” Zhang Yaosong’s neck stiffly turned. How could the Demon Clan infiltrate beneath the Immortals, within Ghost Mountain? Blood-red and bewitching flower stems burst forth from Zhang Yaosong’s orifices. He could no longer utter a word, instantly swallowed by the flowers rising from the earth. Four white skeletons scattered across the ground. Mou Chen slowly stood up, patting the bone ashes splattered on his clothes. The blood-red vines rose unattached from the ground, forming four silhouettes. It was unmistakably Zhang Yaosong, Yan Yun, and the other two cultivators from the Sea Expansion Realm. The pure white petals and branches vanished into the ground, and the land once strewn with wolf corpses was now as if washed clean by a heavy rain, spotless without a trace of blood. … … Amidst the mountain stream, a trembling brook flowed gently over the springs and stones. The stream was cold and refreshingly clear, with occasional fish swimming by. Baili An propped the unconscious Fang Geyu and Su Jing shoulder to shoulder, seated side by side after treating Li Jiujiu’s shoulder wound. He then gathered some dry branches to build a campfire and light it. The bright glow of the fire dispelled the eerie darkness. “Xiao An, why do you and Geyu wear the same clothes? And why hasn’t Geyu woken up yet? Is she seriously injured?” Li Jiujiu had held her curiosity all this way, yet she could not resist asking. Baili An paused in his fire-tending, looking at her and coughing slightly. He lifted the Ghost Marriage Seal on his wrist, “There was a ghost calamity in the border city, and Fang Geyu and I were forced to capture the ghost in the wilderness by using this approach. Don’t worry too much about her injuries. It’s just that she was trapped by a Tree Demon all night and fainted from exhaustion. I’ve given her some water on the way here; she should be waking up soon.” Li Jiujiu’s eyes widened, “So it was you guys who solved the first puzzle of Xianling City a day ago, as announced by the Qing Xuan officer.” Admiration was written all over her face, yet her tone had a subtle hint of jealousy. She playfully pulled at the slashed fabric on his chest, pretending to be nonchalant, “Xiao An, don’t know if you’ve heard, but Ghost is a very perverted Fierce Ghost, sleazy and indecent. He brands people with the Ghost Marriage Seal to do… that sort of thing.” Baili An suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe, embarrassed and truly at a loss for words. He vaguely responded, “Uh… the one who gave us the seal this time was not Ghost, but a wronged female ghost within the deserted house. She… she was neither sleazy nor indecent, so don’t worry about Geyu and me doing that kind of thing.” He was lying through his teeth to clear He Sha’s name. “That’s true.” Li Jiujiu nodded with sudden understanding, chuckling, “With Geyu’s snobbish and proud nature, let alone doing indecent things to her, even a simple touch or a kiss would certainly not be tolerated lightly by her, hmph hmph…” She finished with a chop of her hand. Baili An’s scalp tingled and subtly throbbed with pain. He gave a forced chuckle, tore a clean cloth from his inner garment, soaked it in the stream, and approached the two who had fainted. Fang Geyu had been carefully carried on Baili An’s back the whole way, her hair not even disturbed, clean and neat throughout. As for Su Jing… Her current state was so terrible that even Li Jiujiu couldn’t recognize her. Holding her chin, she exclaimed in surprise, “Who is this girl? She looks somehow familiar, just covered in dirt… has she been mining coal? Her face is as black as the stray dog I had when I was a child.” Unaware of who she was ridiculing, Li Jiujiu simply thought the girl looked terribly dirty. Baili An’s twist-cleaning hand stiffened momentarily, explaining, “She was trapped by a Tree Demon, and I rescued her impulsively. I’ve been carrying her all the way. She is tall, and her face was downward; I was negligent occasionally and didn’t notice when her face scratched against the dirt while crossing slopes. When I saw that you were attacked by Yan Yun, I panicked and went to play the flute, but I was carrying someone on my back and holding someone in my arms. In my haste, I threw her on the ground.” He bowed his head in a guilty conscience, feeling awfully sorry for Su Jing. Because at the moment of reaction, instead of dropping Fang Geyu, to whom he was accustomed to using his right hand, he had freed his left hand which was holding her. This fresh-faced girl had been turned pitch black by his doing.

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