Chapter 200: You’re a Girl, What Are You Doing with a Female Ghost?
An Tianhe’s face had turned ashen at this moment. He had no idea why Bai Yu was so intent on killing all five of them. When he heard Zhao Mingyue’s words, he hesitated for a moment, then looked up at her. This girl had a cheeky grin, but it didn’t seem like she was joking.
Why would she suddenly ask that? Could it be that Li Tianan spilled the beans about what he did with the female ghost?
Zhao Mingyue clearly had deep feelings for the female ghost, so she must have been very against this whole situation, which meant she wanted to k*ll him to avenge those ghosts?
An Tianhe figured he had stumbled upon the truth. This was the only thing he could come up with.
It couldn’t be that one of the people he killed had some connection to Zhao Mingyue, right? So this girl was out for revenge.
If that were the case, then there was nothing left to say, but it was still puzzling.
If it really was for revenge, would she need to wait until now? She could just say a word to Gluttony, and it would be way too easy for her to k*ll him.
Besides, he had killed so many people, helping all those shady underworld bosses with their dirty work; he didn’t even know who among the ones he killed was surnamed Zhao.
Thinking about this, An Tianhe shook his head repeatedly. “No, no, no, Zhao Shizizi, you must be misunderstanding! There’s definitely someone behind the scenes plotting against me! I’m a person of integrity and courage, how could I ever do something with a female ghost?”
“I genuinely don’t know what you mean by doing that with a female ghost—I have nothing to do with it at all.”
“And besides, doing that kind of thing with a female ghost shortens your lifespan! I’d like to live a few more years, so there’s no way I’d mess around with a female ghost!”
As soon as he said that, Zhao Mingyue’s smile froze. “Really?”
Stealing glances at Zhao Mingyue’s changing expression, An Tianhe saw her smile stop and quickly continued, “Really, really! If you don’t believe me, you can go ask around! You can see I’m not that kind of person, right?”
“So you really didn’t know? That’s such a pity.” She blurted that out before quickly covering her mouth. “Ahem, I mean, what a pity, indeed.”
While saying this, Zhao Mingyue couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Bai Yu, who was indeed watching her with an indescribably complex look. Zhao Mingyue stuck out her tongue, trying to play innocent.
This reaction left An Tianhe and the other four dumbfounded.
An Tianhe was stunned, his mouth slightly agape, as a bizarre yet somewhat plausible thought drifted through his mind.
Zhao Mingyue just asked him how to “mess around” with a female ghost—could it be that she was actually interested?
With whom?
Gluttony?
Zhao Mingyue was a girl, after all, and Gluttony was also a female ghost, right?
No, wait! You two girls, even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to try it out!
And also, with Gluttony’s personality, do you dare to pull something like that?
Is she not afraid of being eaten alive?
But then again, it seemed like Gluttony didn’t react much after hearing what Zhao Mingyue just said.
An Tianhe’s head was spinning; he could never have imagined this.
He even felt a surge of anger. How was he supposed to know that this outcome would involve Zhao Mingyue genuinely asking him how to approach that situation?
A young girl, in front of a powerful red-clothed evil ghost, asking him how to ‘mess around’ with ghosts.
Any normal person wouldn’t jump to that conclusion, right?
Who would have known that they actually had that kind of relationship?
No wonder Li Tianan said there were hidden secrets; this darn thing didn’t make it clear at all!
“Wait a minute, I just suddenly remembered something.” An Tianhe couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself any longer and quickly switched gears. “Getting close to a female ghost and developing a relationship—there’s a method I know that can minimally reduce the side effects.”
“I genuinely haven’t tried it myself; I just heard it from a friend of mine, who said this trick works well.”
“What method?” Zhao Mingyue’s eyes lit up.
Before An Tianhe could respond, Bai Yu let out a cold snort and lunged at the two wild red-clothed ghosts, her aura utterly terrifying.
“Let’s not talk about that right now.” Zhao Mingyue waved her hands with a smile. “If there’s a chance later, you can share; if not, then there’s nothing to be done.”
With Bai Yu present, she couldn’t really pry into the matter; if Bai Yu misunderstood, it wouldn’t do her any good. Who knows, people might think Zhao Mingyue had some bad intentions!
Well… okay, maybe there was a tiny bit of bad intention.
An Tianhe’s face turned pale as his mind went blank. He had no inkling about how the situation would unfold or how to resolve it; he didn’t even know why Bai Yu was out to k*ll him.
What was clear was that Zhao Mingyue wasn’t there for revenge, nor was it because he had disrespected or toyed with any female ghosts.
They also had no idea where the problem lay, so they didn’t know how to sort it out or where to start.
Everything has its cause; you need to resolve it from the root. Bai Yu and Zhao Mingyue didn’t seem to be random killers either; if they were, why hadn’t Xia Feihang and Lin Zhou faced any issues?
Trying to retrieve the red clothes, he just started a spell, using bl**d to mark his hand. The moment the bl**d touched his skin, it ignited, indicating the retrieval was a failure.
Gluttony’s presence was too overwhelming, like a furious storm at sea, while his spell was just a tiny boat trying to navigate those waters—obviously destined to get capsized.
“Master, what are we going to do?” Zhou Li panicked too. The door behind them was sealed shut with bl**d threads, and their only escape route had vanished. The five red-clothed ghosts were in a crazy brawl; stepping in now would mean d*ath.
Climbing out of the window wouldn’t work either; even outside, bl**d threads had sealed off their escape.
“I don’t know.”
An Tianhe tightened his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, gritting his teeth in frustration, glaring at Bai Yu as she effortlessly dealt with two powerful wild red-clothed ghosts, swinging her kn*fe with grace, embodying the elegance of a noble black swan.
This ghostly girl, this young lady, was indeed as Li Tianan had suggested—there was no other ghost as beautiful and poised in this world.
She was mesmerizing, more captivating than the seemingly celestial Zhao Mingyue beside him.
Her strength was undeniable; if he could recruit her, that would be the true pinnacle of his life.
He couldn’t fathom what could stand in his way—if he succeeded, he would conquer both life and legacy.
Such a beauty was tantalizingly close yet utterly out of reach, sparking resentment within him.
Jealous of Zhao Mingyue, why should she have such a remarkable female ghost while he did not?
Seeing Bai Yu made him realize just how weak his previous red outfit had been.
Just at that moment, Zhao Mingyue sprang into action.
With her pickaxe spinning round and round, she slammed it down on the hair of the red-clothed ghost sweeping towards her.
The bl**d threads on the pickaxe scattered the ghost’s hair, and Zhao Mingyue stepped forward, grabbing another red-clothed ghost’s claw that was shooting towards her.
Holding the ghost’s wrist, with bl**d threads wrapping around her hand, Zhao Mingyue yanked hard, pulling the ghost closer.
“Ha!”
With a fierce shout, she raised her pickaxe high above her head. If Zhao Mingyue had been dressed as a magical girl, it would have looked just like a magical girl fighting a red-clothed evil ghost. However, she was wearing a light and airy traditional Hanfu.
That combo of Hanfu with a magical girl’s staff was something only Zhao Mingyue could pull off.
Bang!
The black mist exploded as the point of the pickaxe met the ghost’s face, visibly caving in a chunk of her flesh—no bl**d, just overwhelming resentment.
Dozens of bl**d threads, barely the thickness of a pinky, erupted from the ghost’s body, trying to wrap around Zhao Mingyue.
With a taut expression, Zhao Mingyue seized the moment, swinging her magical girl staff like a golf club, crashing it against the ghost’s chin.
The ghost let out a piercing scream as she flew backward; just then, another ghost lunged forward, blackened, with dry claws aiming for Zhao Mingyue’s face. She raised her staff to block, but the staff got entangled by the ghost’s claws morphing into bl**d threads.
Zhao Mingyue panicked and dropped her grip, allowing the bl**d threads to wrap around her body as she tackled the ghost down to the ground.
The ghost’s claws wanted to retreat but soon realized it was too late; the bl**d threads entwined around her hand.
With small fists raised high, the bl**d threads formed into claws as she, perched on the red-clothed ghost, started pummeling its face—punch after punch, each one filled with vigor, smashing the ghost’s head into a deformed mess.
Every time the red-clothed ghost tried to use her bl**d threads to shake Zhao Mingyue off, Zhao Mingyue would respond with an even fiercer punch, wilting the protruding bl**d threads.
Even if the ghost managed to breach Zhao Mingyue’s defenses, she’d still get tangled by the bl**d threads surrounding her.
Zhao Mingyue held both fists above her head; just then, another red-clothed ghost came charging in, only to be grabbed by a bl**d-thread arm formed by Zhao Mingyue that squeezed her throat hard.
“d*e!”
Zhao Mingyue’s fists hammered down on the ghost’s head, smashing her skull into pulp.
The bl**d-thread arm was shaken off by the red-clothed ghost, and Zhao Mingyue quickly regained her footing, yanking the staff off the ground into her palm.
“Turns out I’m still too weak, even these two weak red-clothed ghosts are giving me some trouble.”
The battle was ongoing, while Bai Yu had easily taken down two red-clothed ghosts, absorbing them in her bl**d threads, leaning against the wall, silently observing Zhao Mingyue’s fight.
An Tianhe and the others merely watched as Zhao Mingyue dispatched the two ghosts with her tiny fists.
It was then that An Tianhe and the others realized something.
Zhao Mingyue, while looking seemingly delicate on the surface, was actively hammering those two female spirits into near oblivion with ferocity—there wasn’t a trace of “delicateness” to be found, she was utterly formidable.
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