Chapter 140: Lu Liangting’s Spring
The rain poured down relentlessly, washing everything away. The air was filled with the sound of raindrops, the low wails of a female ghost, and the horrified gasps of people watching in disbelief as Huang Cheng was torn apart like a toy by the female ghost. Some of them were wondering if they were still trapped in a nightmare, hoping to wake up at any moment.
What transpired tonight was far worse than any nightmare. At least in dreams, one wouldn’t see the gory details of a human being disassembled; nor would they feel the chilling terror that a red-clothed evil ghost brought with her.
“Number Five, you promised there wouldn’t be any issues! You dragged us into this mess to catch that woman, and look where we are!” the man grumbled, wearing a long black trench coat that swayed in the rain like Batman’s cape and a pig mask that looked like it was borrowed from a horror movie set.
Soaked to the skin, his tall figure was a shadow in the darkness, the mask blending in and out as he stood beside the red-clothed evil ghost, wielding a fruit kn*fe menacingly.
“What’s that got to do with me? That woman followed them here, and you’ve seen her power—she’s no joke. If I hadn’t noticed her, we’d be regretting it much more right now! Did you miss how Number Eleven bit the dust?”
Number Five, also a man, wore a pure black mask without any facial features except for eye holes, making it impossible to tell how old he was.
“Number Ten, don’t make this harder. Look at who we’re dealing with—this is the big fish we’ve caught!”
“Well, this fish seems a bit too big to handle.” The last person chimed in, his mask quite ordinary, but the towering red-clothed ghost beside him was striking. She looked like a hunched old man of at least 2.5 meters tall, if not taller.
With her bent posture, if she stood up straight, she would hit about 2.7 meters. Her limbs were long and lanky, giving her a bizarre appearance, almost like a character stretched to hilarious lengths in a cartoon.
The bl**d-soaked old lady hung her head low, her eyes and mouth wrapped in yellowed, bloodstained bandages. She seemed to wear a hospital gown, with her hands shriveled and black, dripping some black, gooey liquid onto the floor, dissipating into a puff of smoke.
This red-clothed ghost was the greatest pressure for Bai Yu; one could say it was the strongest red-clothed evil ghost she had encountered thus far.
No wonder Feng Er’s mother was so frantic about getting Feng Er out of here, even going so far as to dig up a coffin!
By merely existing, this red-clothed ghost could accomplish what others could not, and let’s not forget that before all this, there were four of them, and one was killed by a female madman following Lu Liangting!
Bai Yu gripped her long kn*fe and slowly approached.
Two red-clothed figures, one top-tier: no problem!
“Ah!” As Huang Cheng’s son was pierced through the head by the female ghost, the rest lost all control, bursting forth with an unprecedented surge of strength into the Spirit Hall—like a signal flare being set off, Bai Yu and the red-clothed ghost attacked simultaneously.
Dense bl**d threads shot out where Bai Yu had just stood, while another red-clothed figure floated mid-air, diving for the same spot, only to miss wildly.
Ghosts vs. ghosts meant the battle technique was limited: either suppress the opponent with one’s own resentment and bl**d threads or employ physical advantage for consumption.
To sum it up: consume.
Among ghosts, resentment was the most valued.
The intensity of one’s resentment directly determined that ghost’s power. It could be said that ghosts don’t have potential in the typical sense; whoever has more resentment is king!
In the ghostly community, Bai Yu was undoubtedly the outlier on top.
The kn*fe’s edge sliced through the rain, a crisp sound echoing as it cleanly severed the limbs of the red-clothed female ghost, sending droplets of rain scattering.
Thud! The ghost stumbled backward, seemingly hearing her own heartbeat. The moment her arms were severed, a torrent of bl**d threads exploded from where the kn*fe had made its mark, enveloping her upper body entirely, constricting and consuming.
Her pitch-black eyes gazed blankly, but she only saw the flash of the kn*fe return. A bloody seam appeared on her head, and in the next moment, it split in two.
What would be a fatal injury for a human could be salvaged for a ghost—bl**d threads connected back to her severed head, reeling it back in. A gap opened in the ghost’s abdomen, her body leaning back as a massive mouth gaped, with several arms—red as bl**d—bursting forth.
But as soon as those arms breached the surface, Bai Yu’s kn*fe swooped in and they were severed, exploding on the ground into pools of pus that corroded everything around them. Bai Yu’s kn*fe sliced through so quickly, it left marks on the blade itself!
If she faced a normal evil ghost, two or three moves would rip it apart.
One slash to bisect her equaled a connection spot between the ghost’s open jaws, her upper body lost control and lunged forward as Bai Yu pressed a hand against her face. Countless bl**d threads pierced her head, traveling down her spine to spread across her entire body and sever her connection to her lower half.
If the bl**d threads weren’t eliminated, it would be hard to truly k*ll the ghost—so why not absorb it directly from the inside?
The red-clothed ghost behind floated in the air, missing her chance to attack that ended up dooming her ally, only for Bai Yu’s kn*fe to be right there waiting.
One angled slash, and then a cross-slash complemented it. The long kn*fe in Bai Yu’s hands danced fluidly, leaving the enemy clueless about her next move.
A screech followed as a ghost’s claw was severed right off, and Bai Yu’s left hand sent a short kn*fe flying, nailing the other ghost’s palm, which disintegrated in an instant, obliterating what was left of her arm.
The ghost shrieked! Black thread-like substances erupted from her wounds, giving the illusion of long, black wires writhing out, distinctly different from bl**d threads—the earlier red-clothed ghost’s abdominal bl**d hands—this was lethal, capable of taking down ghosts instantly, very powerful stuff here.
Without needing to look, Bai Yu could tell that keeping those inside would only lead to one outcome: devouring and corroding others, or becoming a victim of their own corruption.
This marked a significant distinction between ghost domain red-clothed and wild red-clothed: ordinary wild red-clothed wouldn’t have such resources—they couldn’t afford the costs.
In fact, this stuff was called Painful Thread, born from the agony of evil ghosts, fundamentally different from resentment.
Bai Yu stomped down, bl**d threads shooting out, puncturing the ghost’s body and launching her into the air—only to miss with the Painful Thread shot as well.
No one but Bai Yu could wield bl**d threads like this, leaving the three masked people staring in disbelief.
If they weren’t mistaken, Bai Yu’s bl**d threads from her foot here were nearly equivalent to half a normal red-clothed ghost’s might.
Any typical red-clothed would probably be left with just their head if they tried this trick.
A kn*fe plunged into the forehead of the red-clothed ghost, an enormous wave of bl**d threads filling her body to overflowing.
Bai Yu had a surplus of bl**d threads; she was all about consuming, and with sheer volume and quality, she overwhelmed her opponent, leaving nothing but scraps.
By this time, Feng Er had stopped crying on the third floor. In her vision, beyond her mother, there was Bai Yu, whose effortless prowess in dispatching ghosts etched itself into Feng Er’s memory.
She tried to clench her little fists, imagining she too wielded a long kn*fe to eliminate these bad people.
In the yard, Old Huang was in a daze. The red-clothed ghost was on a killing spree, most of the second son’s family was wiped out, leaving only the eldest, huddled in a corner, trembling. Huang Hai clutched a wooden stool in a panic, utterly helpless.
“Don’t k*ll them; they had nothing to do with your d*ath! If it weren’t for the sea, your son and daughter would have starved long ago!”
Old Huang tossed aside his axe, unconsciously stepping in front of the eldest son’s family.
He knew he was now a ghost, and though he couldn’t fathom why he still had his wits about him, that was the least of his concerns. At the end of the day, he just wanted the madness to stop.
Not only him—Huang Tianhua also stood up, kneeling in front of the female ghost, pleading for her mercy.
As her son, Huang Tianhua’s pleas would carry more weight than Old Huang’s.
But alas, he clearly underestimated the red-clothed evil ghost, especially the one under ghost domain control.
The yard was still a massacre, the heavy rain washing away bl**d, but the sheer volume of spilled bl**d formed a crimson stream.
At this moment, Zhao Mingyue didn’t gaze upon this tragic scene. Instead, she kicked the pig-masked Number Ten aside. When Number Five swung at her, she slammed him hard with a hammer.
A physical fist versus a crane-beak hammer—naturally, the results were predictable. There was a crunch as Number Five cradled his hand, howling in agony with crushed knuckles.
Zhao Mingyue raised both hands above her head, her crane-beak hammer lifted with all her might, letting out a loud call as the pointed end came crashing down on Number Five’s noggin. Though his head didn’t explode, he did hit the ground hard, knocked out flat.
Zhao Mingyue found it hard to fathom where these people found their audacity. Every time she struck, they didn’t run; it was as if they were in some sort of invincibility mode after releasing the red-clothed ghost.
It was reminiscent of a Pokémon battle where contestants launched their Pokémon and sat back directing from the sidelines, only to see the other trainer charging towards them with a hammer and standing still, until they got clobbered flat.
With a hammer in hand, Zhao Mingyue locked onto the last person.
This masked guy had wised up; seeing his red-clothed ghost pinned down by Bai Yu, his face paled as he bolted. Number Ten ran alongside him—not out of choice, but because Zhao Mingyue’s earlier kick had him spitting bl**d.
He couldn’t believe the strength behind her kick; it felt like she had crushed his insides!
“Don’t run!”
Seeing these two guys bizarrely fleeing, Zhao Mingyue panicked and chased after them.
A small girl chasing two grown men, all while yelling nonstop.
“If you run, I’ll definitely knock you out!”
“Stop running!”
“What are you scared of?!”
It was genuinely frustrating; whatever bravado they had earlier was completely gone, reduced to fright at the sight of a single “weaker” woman.
Lu Liangting, worried for Zhao Mingyue’s safety, glanced at Bai Yu still engaged with the lanky red ghost and rushed out too. However, just as he bolted outside, he witnessed Zhao Mingyue moving like the wind—suddenly crushing Number Ten’s thigh with a single hammer strike, sending him sprawling into the mud.
Followed by her snatching a brick from the ground, she sent the last remaining masked person flying, helplessly crumpled on the ground, whether dead or alive uncertain.
As fortune would have it, his unfortunate landing spot was a mud puddle, face down—he probably wouldn’t d*e but would certainly drown!
Lu Liangting unwittingly slowed his pursuit, a singular thought occupying his mind.
He must’ve drunk too much!
To throw a brick like a sandbag, knocking an adult man unconscious? You’re telling me this dainty Zhao Mingyue seemed all weak and delicate?!
Suddenly it struck him why she and Bai Yu had such a harmonious relationship.
At least in this aspect, they were the same.
Both appeared weak and gentle, yet when a fight broke out, one would wield bricks like power-ups while the other danced with knives, turning evil spirits into minced meat in no time.
“Tonight, aside from pouring drinks and driving, I seem to have done nothing worthwhile…” Lu Liangting looked at Zhao Mingyue returning, muttering to himself.
“Old Yang, do you think we’ll get a chance to show off?”
“……”
All he got in return was Old Yang’s endless silence.
He wanted to say, aside from Old Huang and that little girl on the third floor, who could he fight?
You’ve doomed me; there’s not even one red-clothed ghost left!
Try your luck if you want.
Old Yang kept silent. Being by Lu Liangting’s side, he felt more awake than ever, thanks to the ridiculous tasks this guy kept throwing his way. If he didn’t stay alert, he’d probably be dead someday.
Especially with that kn*fe-wielding little girl.
“You handle it yourself!”
Old Yang was overwhelmed with thoughts as Zhao Mingyue returned.
Her first words were, “Lu Liangting, I remember you have that item that can contain evil ghosts, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“The red-clothed female ghost inside—she seems pretty miserable and capable of keeping her wits about her, able to communicate with you. She didn’t attack you when you were standing so close!” Zhao Mingyue coughed lightly, revealing a small devilish grin.
“I’m saying you could use that item to capture her. If you reach an agreement, you would be the man with two red-clothed evil ghosts! How about it, tempting, right?”
“I believe in you; you can definitely coexist harmoniously with her, just like I do with Bai Yu.”
“No, no, don’t learn from my harmony with Bai Yu; you figure it out yourselves!”
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Isn’t it around nine-thirty?
It must be nine-thirty!
Definitely nine-thirty!
