Chapter 141: The Awakening of the Evil God
Zhao Mingyue’s sudden idea to let Lu Liangting take away the Red-clothed Female Ghost was a stroke of genius. She knew Lu Liangting had an evil ghost tool still lying around: a phone that once contained a Red-clothed ghost. Of course, that Red-clothed ghost had been devoured by Bai Yu.
Now that this ghostly gadget was in a free state, stuffing another Red-clothed ghost into it wouldn’t be a problem at all.
“That Red-clothed ghost is quite pitiful. More importantly, her hostility towards you isn’t that strong. If you help her, she’ll be grateful. Then when we leave, we can take that little girl from the third floor with us; she’s the Female Ghost’s daughter.”
“However, I can’t help with the negotiations with the police; that’s all on you.”
“Then you can tell the Female Ghost that you’re taking her daughter out, finding a place for her to live, and you’ll provide for her food and shelter in exchange for her support.”
Negotiating with the police was no sweat for Lu Liangting; he had done it many times before. As long as he cleaned up the corpse and the bl**d stains at the Huang family’s place, everything would be fine. Otherwise, even with all their power, his family wouldn’t be able to escape being involved in a massacre case.
As long as they couldn’t confirm someone was dead, it wouldn’t count as a d*ath—just a mere missing person.
Then there was Feng Er.
Zhao Mingyue wanted to take her out, but finances were indeed a concern. After getting Lu Liangting’s hundred thousand yuan, she was a lot more comfortable! But going forward? Feng Er wouldn’t just need a roof over her head; Zhao Mingyue even wanted her to go to school.
Yet for Lu Liangting, this was no problem at all! This guy swapped out luxury cars like socks—money was no issue for him.
Spending a little pocket change for the support of a top Red-clothed ghost? Now that was a brilliant investment!
The Female Ghost would have a place to go, the loli would get to attend school, and poor Lu Liangting would gain immense power from the top-notch Red-clothed ghost. With his increased strength, he could take on more tasks, leading to more opportunities for drawing Red-clothed ghosts out to snack on for Bai Yu. Everyone wins!
Clearly, Lu Liangting and Zhao Mingyue were on the same wavelength. After pondering the pros and cons for a moment, he clapped his hands.
“Alright! Let’s do it your way!”
“Smart man!” Zhao Mingyue gave Lu Liangting a thumbs-up in the downpour. They shared a laugh, though Zhao Mingyue wasn’t entirely sure why she was laughing.
Perhaps it was because both Lu Liangting’s chances for lottery winnings had greatly increased, and Bai Yu’s snack supply would also spike.
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The bl**d Thread Long kn*fe sliced through the curtain of rain, and among the exploding black mist and fine rain, Bai Yu’s eyes were cold and sharp. She planted a foot on the ground, her knees slightly bent, and suddenly leapt upwards. In midair, she stomped down onto the slender evil ghost’s chest before launching herself back into the air, flipping her body around, the speed of her long kn*fe so rapid it couldn’t be seen by the n*ked eye—only the flickering of the blade’s edge remained.
The slender evil ghost staggered, his head lopped off into at least eight pieces.
bl**d splattered everywhere; the severed head rolled down, akin to disassembled building blocks.
Bai Yu landed gracefully, severing the ghost’s legs. As its elongated body began to plummet, she plunged the kn*fe into his heart and swiftly retreated a couple of steps.
The bl**d Threads, formed from her long kn*fe, voraciously consumed the slender ghost’s body. Even if they couldn’t entirely devour a Red-clothed ghost, they could at least neutralize most of the resistance, leading to substantial consumption of its body.
However, this Red-clothed ghost had significantly less bl**d Thread effect.
It didn’t rely on the bl**d Threads for sustenance, but rather on a dark fog—vaguely resembling resentment—that was deeper and darker than typical ire.
The essence of this fog was similar to the corrosive black filament that stabbed from its predecessors, but while the earlier Red-clothed ghosts used them sparingly as a trump card, this slender Red-clothed ghost was entirely filled with it…
Pieces of the severed head transformed into large clouds of black mist. Within the mist, tangled black threads swirled together like a ball of yarn—though not yarn, but wriggling black worms.
The head reformed, and the Red-clothed slender ghost lay prostrate on the ground.
At this moment, the bandages wrapping its face were gone, revealing its completely hollow black eye sockets and mouth, both looking like empty voids, with cracked, dried lips and teeth resembling those that had been dunked in ink.
From its mouth, a torrent of black threads burst forth, slowly oozing out. Unlike the bl**d Threads of typical Red-clothed ghosts, these locked onto their targets—a trait shared by ordinary bl**d Threads, albeit not executed as expertly as this ghost.
Donning a bl**d-stained patient’s outfit, the evil ghost’s body distorted as its hands pressed against the ground.
Since its appearance, this ghost had emitted no sound—no howls, no shrieks, not even a creepy laugh—but as the bandages fell away, Bai Yu finally heard something.
“I’m hungry, I’m so hungry…”
“I’m hungry…”
The voice permeated the air, whispering nearer and clearer, as if burrowing under your skin, stabbing into your bones, corroding your soul—delivered in a monotonous tone yet underlying deep, profound pain and struggle.
Yes, pain.
Bai Yu found it hard to sense any resentment power; all she could feel was that this ghost appeared to be intensely suffering.
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She often said that Red-clothed evil ghosts were like single-celled organisms—lacking thought and reason, simply endlessly repeating slaughter and d*ath. But many examples showed not all Red-clothed ghosts were like that; they were far from simplistic.
The entity before her reminded her of that saying, embodying the purest form of malice, devoid of any emotion.
“What on earth are you?”
The black threads crept closer, and Bai Yu conveniently chose not to dodge; she grasped the slender threads, letting her own bl**d Threads unfurl from her fingertips, beginning to voraciously consume them, even traveling along the black threads right into the slender ghost’s body.
She didn’t hold back—where her bl**d Threads spread, they devoured.
This move was effective against any ghost, but she usually refrained due to the massive energy expenditure it required.
Once her bl**d Threads entered the ghost’s form, the surface black mist began to dissipate, halting its movements while those distorted, painful sounds faded away. If one could see inside the ghost, they would notice the bl**d Threads occupying its insides at an outrageous speed, sweeping away the fog and black threads.
Initially, the black threads thought they had found a feast, but upon touching the bl**d Threads, they realized this was not the kind of meal they’d hoped for—too “toothy” and far too plentiful; a wave crashing down.
Moments later, as Zhao Mingyue and Lu Liangting returned, the prostrate Red-clothed ghost had been completely consumed, reduced to a pool of black mist vanishing in the rain.
Having devoured a top-tier Red-clothed ghost, Bai Yu’s strength barely increased—less than half of what she would gain from a regular Red-clothed ghost—because her own bl**d Threads expended energy in the process.
Crucially, she discovered a trace of black mist within herself—this painful malice.
It wouldn’t affect her, but it left her thinking.
What were these malevolent thoughts?
She had more or less confirmed while considering the Huang family that the force behind all this was either an evil spirit or an evil god; only one of those could instill such fear in Feng Er’s mother, who held a top-tier Red-clothed ghost level. Swapping in another Red-clothed ghost wouldn’t yield any similar results; at least none she knew of could accomplish this.
Yet all this influence came from a single Red-clothed ghost.
Essentially, this slender evil ghost was indeed a Red-clothed one, but the power within was different.
Wait a moment.
Bai Yu’s gaze flickered.
She suddenly thought of a possibility: could the body of a Red-clothed ghost merge with the power of an evil spirit? If it could, even just a tiny fraction of an evil spirit’s power could drastically boost the Red-clothed ghost’s strength.
With so few clues, she could only make assumptions. Once she faced off against an evil spirit properly, she’d finally know if she was right or wrong.
“Yue Mei, is this done?”
Zhao Mingyue stepped in, noticing that the last Red-clothed ghost had also been consumed. She asked softly.
“Not yet.” Bai Yu, holding her long kn*fe, looked at the final Red-clothed ghost in the yard.
All the Huang family members were dead, except for Huang Tianhua.
Sensing Bai Yu’s murderous intent aimed at her, the ghost turned around. After killing the entire Huang family, her resentment had somewhat dissipated, but she still possessed the level of a top-tier Red-clothed ghost.
Under Bai Yu’s gaze, the ghost instinctively took a step back.
She may not be aware, controlled by her obsession, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel the danger.
“Wait, don’t k*ll her yet, I have a way to deal with her!” Zhao Mingyue hurriedly interjected, subtly gesturing to Lu Liangting.
Lu Liangting had experience from before; he quickly understood Zhao Mingyue’s intent and rummaged through his pocket for a phone. “I can help take her away!”
Last time, he hadn’t said a word, and the ghost died almost instantly.
This time he couldn’t afford to be slow.
After a brief explanation, Lu Liangting turned to the Red-clothed ghost. “Your vengeance has been accomplished; your enemies are all dead. There’s no point in staying here. Listen: you’re a ghost now, but your daughter is still alive.”
“What will happen to your daughter?”
“She needs to live; she needs clothes, she needs food, she needs to go to school!”
“You wouldn’t want her life to be a mess, left out wandering, would you?”
“She’s suffered too much; she’s still so young and hasn’t experienced the beauty of this world. Would you want her life to end before it even truly begins?”
Mentioning her daughter brought a moment of silence to the Red-clothed Female Ghost.
Her daughter was everything to her—her obsession and her all.
During her living years, she had regained some memories but couldn’t erase the time in between. She knew the joy her daughter Feng Er brought her.
Just like back when she told that old man Huang, she would go home—there were people waiting for her. Feng Er was her daughter, and she had to take her away. Anyone standing in her way would be killed.
“This thing can contain your body. Come back with me; I’ll help settle your daughter.”
Seeing the ghost still hesitating, Lu Liangting understood her thoughts and added, “There’s a cost involved; you need to help me deal with other ghosts for me to be able to help your daughter.”
Upon hearing this, the ghost nodded without much hesitation.
If there were no costs involved, she would be less inclined to trust Lu Liangting.
Bai Yu used her bl**d Threads to bring Feng Er down from the third floor, placing her under the eave to avoid the rain.
Unable to fathom why Lu Nianqiu hadn’t come out yet, with her brother right beside her and all the ghost domain dwellers dead.
Bai Yu didn’t share Lu Nianqiu’s situation with Lu Liangting; she sensed he was with Feng Er, and if he didn’t wish to emerge, then so be it.
“Mama!”
As soon as she landed, Feng Er rushed to embrace the Red-clothed Female Ghost, and Bai Yu didn’t stop her.
The Red-clothed ghost’s long hair hid her face; ashamed of her transformed appearance, she couldn’t bring herself to face her daughter. But for Feng Er, it didn’t matter; she didn’t care about her mother’s monstrous form or how ugly she had become.
In silence, Bai Yu carefully observed Feng Er’s body.
One thing was certain: Feng Er’s health was a concern, though it wasn’t immediately clear what exactly the problem was.
The Ghost Domain had deployed such a level of Red-clothed ghost for Feng Er; they even sent four of them. This clearly indicated her importance.
To capture the evil spirit possessing Chen Bingtang’s body, the Ghost Domain only sent three run-of-the-mill Red-clothed ghosts.
“Don’t hurry to let her in; let her deal with the bodies here first, or it’ll be a real hassle.”
Seeing Lu Liangting ready to take the Red-clothed ghost away, Bai Yu interjected.
Dealing with the bodies would take the Red-clothed female ghost quite some time, so Bai Yu casually lent a hand and sat with Zhao Mingyue under the eave.
Feng Er leaned against Bai Yu, cautiously inching closer. It was evident she liked Bai Yu but hesitated to lay her head on her shoulder. Zhao Mingyue found a clean towel in the house and heated some water, starting to clean Feng Er up while softly comforting her.
This girl was too pitiful.
While Zhao Mingyue continued chatting beside her, Bai Yu suddenly sensed a rising aura emanating from her.
The malevolent god, previously subdued within her body and trapped in sleep, seemed to react to something; it was now far more active than when it had absorbed the evil spirit’s corpse—not only awake but hinting at a potential awakening.
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