Chapter 121: Lu Liangting’s White Moonlight is a Doctor?
That feeling of helplessness reminded Lu Liangting of the day his sister was murdered. He didn’t have the power to change the impending tragedy; all he could do was stand there, watching, as he ground his back teeth to dust, his fists clenched until they bled, and inside, he was roaring in fury while his feet wouldn’t even budge.
He didn’t resent or blame anyone? Of course, he did! That sheer sense of danger was electrifying his nerves, making him acutely aware that taking even one step forward could mean certain d*ath.
It was this very sense of crisis, combined with his sister’s pleading gaze, begging him to run, that told him this was not the moment for retribution; stepping forward now would deprive him of even that chance.
At this point, staying a coward meant he might grow stronger later and maybe, just maybe, avenge his sister.
In the end, he didn’t move.
He cursed himself internally—a d*mn coward, a miserable rat who wouldn’t dare nibble a piece of flesh from the one who killed his own sister.
Sometimes, choices are just that cruel and pathetic.
He couldn’t unleash his anger, cursing silently. Before any thoughts of “living to fight another day” even crossed his mind, he dismissed them—just weakling self-comfort.
If only he had the strength, the guts, the courage—not “living to fight another day,” but an eye for an eye!
As the coward he detested, he locked himself in his room for a long time after that, removing every trinket around him—particularly the wind chimes and sunny dolls. He feared seeing those things and completely avoided them.
He started to dread making choices, particularly his own.
He endured for over two years, re-anchoring hope and striving to get stronger to track down the murderer, swearing to avenge his sister.
And today, he found one of the killers.
But the situation he faced was identical to what he faced back then—no, it was even tougher!
He thought he was strong enough, yet the enemy’s power was even greater. This was the price of his rash impulsiveness.
The enemy stood before him; what was he supposed to do?
Like back then, he had no strength to charge at the enemy, to land a punch or even take a bite out of them.
If he charged now, he’d probably be torn to pieces by this group of evil spirits.
He suddenly felt a wave of helplessness; after more than two years of effort, all he got was a self-perceived strength that wasn’t even true strength.
Who was going to d*e this time, trading their life to let him escape like the coward he was, scurrying away amidst enemy taunts?
Shen Shuyun?
Zhizi?
Old Yang?
If it were possible, he’d rather d*e himself to let them escape.
His reckless impulsiveness had dragged his companions into this trap, putting them in danger.
He regretted it—truly regretted it.
Avenge his sister—that was his responsibility. Why drag others into it?
It seemed that after all these years, he hadn’t changed one bit; he was as pathetic a coward as always, and perhaps even worse.
Maybe this was the saddest thing in the world, standing face-to-face with the enemy, powerless for revenge, and worse, risking the lives of his friends.
Just as Lu Liangting felt utterly defeated and stepped forward, hoping to trade his pitiful life for even the tiniest hope for his friends, a voice from across spoke up.
“Well, well, I know you! Aren’t you the Young Master of the Lu Family?”
“Oh my, I didn’t think you’d find your way here. So, are you planning to avenge that girl?”
“Let me think… Oh right!”
“She’s your sister, isn’t she?”
“Ha ha ha, how delightful! Your sister is splendid!”
“I’ve never seen such a lovely sunny doll before!”
“Oh, and I haven’t thanked you yet. Thanks to your sister for bringing our lovely audience such a splendid ghost story!”
The man speaking had a deep, magnetic voice that was professionally captivating, yet to Lu Liangting, he was simply a mortal enemy.
Lu Liangting could no longer hold himself together—at least, that’s how it appeared. He signaled Shen Shuyun and Zhizi to seize the opportunity and run. Just as he was about to charge in, he suddenly heard a muffled sound from behind.
Something flew past him and crashed into the crowd of ghosts.
His pupils constricted as he recognized the flying objects—the two evil spirits blocking the door earlier.
In that instant, the two spirits, covered in cuts and bruises, hit the ground and vanished in a puff of black smoke.
He gasped, instinctively turning around, and there she stood—a very familiar silhouette from his dreams—brandishing a kn*fe and advancing toward them from behind.
“Bai Yu…”
If just moments ago Lu Liangting’s heart was filled with darkness and self-reproach, having lost all hope, now it was like witnessing dawn breaking in a despairing night—a glimmer of light piercing through the darkness, bathing him in hope, telling him that everything could be alright.
And that hope came from this delicate-looking girl, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen.
Bai Yu stood at his side, kn*fe in hand, next to Shen Shuyun.
“Doctor, your timing is… impeccable.”
Shen Shuyun laughed; her brain felt like it was malfunctioning.
This was bizarre beyond measure!
This sense of safety—was it really brought by this cold-blooded executioner?
He had killed so many that even they—self-proclaimed oddballs—were stunned and had given him the highest honorary title of “Doctor.” And now, in this dire situation, she showed up to save the day?
Why did she have to say that before coming?
She really wasn’t sure if this was a blessing or a curse.
Now the situation was that the male protagonist was cornered, facing his sworn enemy, utterly powerless to retaliate. If she could help him eliminate that enemy or escape with him, wouldn’t that max out her favorability?
Of course, it was also very possible they wouldn’t escape, and both would d*e there.
And just then, an unexpected guest arrived.
Exiting was, of course, doable; they could definitely outrun these ghosts if they didn’t get cut to pieces first.
The problem was—look at the male protagonist’s expression!
Seeing the savior appear was nothing short of miraculous!
It took so long to build up that favorability, and was it really going to be snatched away just like that?
Lu Liangting, would you please open your eyes? This is not a savior; it’s just a black-on-black situation at best!
Get a grip!
Shen Shuyun’s heart was collapsing, but she couldn’t scream it out.
No matter how much she fell apart, it wouldn’t change the fact that the doctor had truly come to save the day.
Lu Liangting certainly couldn’t hear her inner monologue.
His response was undeniably simple—his eyes suddenly brightened.
Forget about any psychological reaction; a single glance said it all.
Bai Yu, holding her bl**d-threaded long kn*fe, shot him a glance. Even when outnumbered, she remained expressionless, calm, and casually stepped forward toward the enemy.
That haughty posture and silhouette were etched deeply in Lu Liangting’s memory. Before he could speak, a hand landed on his shoulder.
“Well, what a coincidence! We meet again.”
Zhao Mingyue popped up, forcing a stiff smile on her face.
When would her ties with Lu Liangting shift over to Bai Yu? Why did they always intersect?
“Is your enemy over there?” Zhao Mingyue, understanding the situation, asked.
“Yes, Mingyue, I…” Lu Liangting had so much to say, but once it hit his tongue, he didn’t know how to express it.
“Good, I know how you feel.”
“Thank Bai Yu for me.”
“Uh…” Zhao Mingyue froze. She was going to say it was just a simple favor but since Lu Liangting said it…
“Ahem, so you want to thank Bai Yu?”
“Uh-huh!”
“Then how about this? All the Red-clothed Evil Ghosts you draw out, let Bai Yu feast on them. Not that it has to be all of them; I see six Red-clothed ones over there, so let’s make it four for you.” Zhao Mingyue’s big eyes sparkled as she made a ‘four’ gesture with her little hand.
Honestly, if it were her, she wouldn’t want anything in return. Lu Liangting had always taken care of her. But this time, the efforts and expenditure would all be Bai Yu’s. She couldn’t let it be all for free; that would be too much of a loss!
“Deal!” Lu Liangting agreed almost without thinking, completely underestimating how difficult drawing a single Red-clothed Evil Ghost would be.
To him, this was a fair deal, and he certainly didn’t know how to express his gratitude.
Beside them, Shen Shuyun nodded, giving Zhao Mingyue an approving thumbs up.
If it was merely a transactional relationship, then Lu Liangting’s emotional investment wasn’t as deep anymore.
There was hope, but it would cost money.
This wasn’t just a service; it was a loan!
On the other side, the two Masked Persons changed their expressions when they saw Bai Yu and commanded the evil spirits to swarm forward.
“Wang Xinxin is one of yours, right? Bring her out,” Bai Yu spoke coldly.
She wasn’t interested in Lu Liangting at all; she just wanted to draw out that Wang Xinxin character, then chop her up, slice her, and dice her!
In the narrow corridor, Bai Yu held her long kn*fe diagonally toward the ground, stepping forward to charge at the horde of wailing ghosts.
The long kn*fe sliced through the air with a terrifying wail, cleaving through three ghosts in its path. Bai Yu suddenly stomped the ground, and four bl**d threads erupted from the ground, impaling the four ghosts lunging at her, lifting them high into the air.
Bai Yu kicked two aside and executed a rapid, precise blade strike that even the spectators couldn’t clearly follow. They only saw the three attacking ghosts pause mid-lunge, then burst apart like deconstructed blocks.
Bai Yu raised her hand, transmitting a cross-cutting arc that sent a Red-clothed Evil Ghost nurse flying, and after a brief charge, a massive wave of bl**d-thread energy sliced through six ghostly heads before it was blocked by another Red-clothed ghost.
She flipped the kn*fe’s handle, gripping it upward with a swift motion, and with a piercing sound, she cut down an approaching evil spirit.
Just then, a massive, shadowy evil spirit tried to sneak up on Bai Yu from the side. However, as it charged, it seemed to all but deliver itself into her waiting hands.
This hulk was a ghost of a patient standing a towering six feet tall. Bai Yu seized its throat, lifting it high and slamming it back down hard onto the ground, the back of its head exploding from the impact.
The visual juxtaposition due to their size difference was striking, leaving those behind momentarily speechless.
Bai Yu half-crouched, and with a powerful clap, leaped into the air.
Ghosts can float, after all, and once she leapt, seven spirits surged forward to lunge at the spot she’d just vacated.
With a delicate foot, Bai Yu gently tapped one spirit’s head, leaping back into the air again with her kn*fe held ready. This time in a two-handed grip, blade facing downward, she harnessed the landing force and, as she came down, drove her kn*fe into another Red-clothed ghost’s forehead.
With a twist of the handle, a burst of bloody petals exploded around, and the head of that ghost went flying, collapsing to the ground, wrapped snugly in bl**d threads.
Another Red-clothed spirit fell in an instant, with Bai Yu standing on the wrapped body, right in the center of the raging spirits.
Blocked from view, the others felt a pang of instinctual worry as they watched Bai Yu surrounded; compared to these ghosts, her body appeared altogether too ‘fragile.’
But less than three seconds later, a dozen spirits next to Lu Liangting and the others simultaneously flew backward, crashing to the ground with various cuts and wounds.
At this moment, Bai Yu emerged unscathed, holding her long kn*fe; the surrounding evil spirits visibly recoiled in fear, no longer daring to advance. They had lost their individual will, swept away by inherent terror born from witnessing her fight.
In an instant, it was as if the spirits had received some unseen command, their eyes turning crimson as they charged forward again, with the Red-clothed Evil Ghosts beside the two Masked Persons joining the fray.
Bai Yu inhaled deeply, adopting a ready stance for a slice.
After a moment’s pause, a wave of ghosts surged toward her from both sides.
Clang!
A crisp ring echoed as her blade sang, that circular wave of bloody arc sliced through and severed over a dozen spirits neatly at the waist, turning them into black smoke.
To the onlookers, it was as if with just one swing, Bai Yu had cleared a path around her.
And in that instant, three Red-clothed spirits surged forward, still charging together.
Bai Yu, lowering her body and focusing her weight on her left leg, launched a mighty kick that sent one Red-clothed spirit flying. Steadying herself, she elbowed another one behind her, sending it sprawling, leaving the last to hang in the air, just a moment too slow.
As we know, high-level duels avoid jumping whenever possible due to the many openings.
The blade howled as she struck—two ghostly claws of the charging Red-clothed spirits were severed; in the blink of an eye, two legs went flying into the air. Meanwhile, the ghost’s body remained in action, like it was caught in slow motion compared to Bai Yu, who remained composed.
A slice to the throat, a stab to the heart, utilizing the forward momentum of the Red-clothed ghost, Bai Yu pointed her long kn*fe upward, and the spirit impaled itself with a kn*fe running from chin to skull.
This ghost, dressed in a long red gown, had its arms and legs severed, with only its head hanging there on the blade—making her the Red-clothed Evil Ghost equivalent of a sunny doll.
This ghost was quite powerful; she was from the left Masked Person, noticeably stronger than average.
Yet in front of Bai Yu, merely attempting to leap had led to her demise, broken into pieces like a doll.
While three Red-clothed spirits attacked simultaneously, they didn’t last more than two seconds.
In the end, two were sent crashing, while the third was cut down to near d*ath.
Instinctively, the two Masked Persons stepped back a half-step, their pupils trembling.
They had faced many spirits, so they weren’t afraid of Bai Yu, despite her history of eliminating Red-clothed ghosts.
But now, they were starting to realize… this ghost seemed a bit different from the intel they had received.
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Five o’clock, by five-thirty at the latest, same as always!
Look at me being so diligent; throw me a ticket, would you?
Moo moo moo!
