Chapter 208: Old Yang: Thank You!
Whoosh!
Two arms, still connected by bl**d threads, flew skyward. In less than a blink, another shadow, cloaked in black mist, hurtled out and smashed into an old machine, scattering black mist everywhere as a female ghost let out a painful wail.
Three Red-clothed Evil Ghosts attacked Bai Yu from three different directions, and that was the outcome.
As for the last one, she found herself ensnared by bl**d threads, unable to move, as her own bl**d threads intertwined and consumed Bai Yu’s, while she struggled, also being hung high in mid-air.
With blades pointing downward, three bl**d threads extended from behind Bai Yu, lifting the three Red-clothed Evil Ghosts. This actually drained a fair amount of her energy, but her main goal was to divide the battlefield: take out two first, then deal with the last three at her leisure—after all, once five Red-clothed Evil Ghosts were down, any large loss would be easily recuperated.
In comparison to the power she was about to absorb, this consumption was practically negligible.
With a step forward, three more Evil Ghosts leaped from the darkness, terrifying and chilling.
In the dark, the glint of blades was invisible; one could only catch fleeting glimpses of bl**d lines under flashes of lightning. The three charging Evil Ghosts were instantly dismembered, turning into clouds of black smoke.
“You!”
Green Hair was still trying to say something when—poof!—Bai Yu vanished from his line of sight.
This wasn’t the power of a ghost; he was absolutely certain of it. Having temporarily gained a clairvoyant buff, he was aware that if Bai Yu walked through the darkness using ghostly power, she wouldn’t escape his gaze.
So, the question arose—why had the ghost suddenly disappeared from right in front of him?
Zing!
A crisp sound rang out behind him, the wail of a sharp blade slicing through the air.
Green Hair froze in place, too scared to move. He distinctly felt a chill brush against his back, and as that sound echoed, two drops of warm liquid splattered across his face. The viscous substance? Well, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out.
The air grew thick with the smell of bl**d.
The entire body of the Green Hair boy trembled; his legs felt as heavy as lead, making it incredibly difficult to lift even the slightest inch. His face was as pale as a ghost, as a bead of cold sweat trickled down his cheek.
He knew full well what was behind him; he just didn’t want to confront it.
Two Red-clothed Evil Ghosts charged at the monster behind him, only to be violently sent flying seconds later, chopped into bits, barely holding it together thanks to the countless bl**d threads connecting their bodies. If it had been an ordinary Evil Ghost, they would have dissolved into a puff of black mist long ago.
When humans are gripped by extreme fear, that fear sometimes turns into rage.
Green Hair was terrified; the feeling of being held hostage by a thousand sharp knives was hardly pleasant. His body’s instinctual danger signals were prickling every inch of his skin, every cell almost screaming for him to get away from that ghost.
“d*e!” Green Hair’s expression twisted as he summoned a talisman, spinning around to slap Bai Yu, who was behind him.
Alas, the moment he turned, he was met not with Bai Yu’s blade or face, but rather her seemingly delicate little fist.
His vision blurred backwards, and he felt weightless.
He flew back four or five meters with that single punch—delivered by a ghost! He couldn’t believe it.
As he lay on the ground after being thrown, the reality of the situation finally hit him.
Three corpses lay scattered, reduced to pieces.
He came out here to deal with the chairman of the Tianchang City Chamber of Commerce, fully aware of the depths of the situation. That’s why he had brought six skilled Gatekeepers, all capable of going toe-to-toe with Li Tianan, or at the very least, stalling him.
Yet, in just a brief encounter, less than two breaths later, they lay quietly on the ground, and the disbelieving expression on the face of one rolling head was enough to tell him what she’d just endured.
Lying on the cold ground, Green Hair had only one thought.
‘Is this really a ghost?’
Every detail indicated she was indeed a female ghost, but how could any ghost possess this kind of power? She might as well be an Evil God! And no matter what, why was this female ghost teaming up with Lu Liangting? Why was she being commanded by a useless Lu Liangting?
He didn’t deserve her!
At this point, it dawned on him that Bai Yu must have emerged from Lu Liangting’s shadow.
He didn’t understand—it made no sense! Anger boiled within him. Maybe he resented Bai Yu for ruining his plans, perhaps feeling envy and jealousy towards Lu Liangting for having been born into a better situation, with a higher status. And to add insult to injury, in terms of controlling ghosts, Lu Liangting utterly crushed him, leaving him bruised and defeated. His pride—those two Red-clothed Evil Ghosts—now hung helplessly in mid-air, struggling against a bl**d thread.
Two Red-clothed Evil Ghosts—both exceptionally powerful!
Where had it all gone wrong?
He couldn’t even handle a single bl**d thread from this female ghost?
Dangling there like a dead dog.
Just as he tried to muster the strength to get up, a foot crashed into his face.
In an instant, he regained clarity, only to realize that it was Lu Liangting who had kicked him!
Before Green Hair could utter a word, Lu Liangting raised a jar high above his head and brought it crashing down on his face, sending a tooth flying.
What was in Lu Liangting’s hand? Not a hammer, not a blade—just his special delivery of frozen AD milk disguised as an urn!
This massive bottle of AD milk, rock-solid frozen, had far greater destructive power than a hammer before it thawed.
“You want my sister’s corpse?”
Bam! The AD milk slapped into Green Hair’s face with full force.
“You want me to bow?”
Bam! Lu Liangting, expressionless, lifted the bottle and struck again.
“You want to kidnap my father?”
Bam!
“You’re negotiating with me?”
Lu Liangting smashed the bottle into Green Hair, sending him flying, and then leapt on top of him, pummeling his face with fist after fist. How many punches? Even Lu Liangting lost count.
Green Hair’s face was a bloody mess, teeth shattered, and his nose crushed.
“Spare, spare me…” Green Hair was on the brink of losing consciousness, but his primal survival instincts kicked in.
Lu Liangting stood back up, looking towards the one-sided battleground where the fight was happening, “Aunt Su.”
Buzz! The Red-clothed Evil Ghost appeared behind Lu Liangting.
“Go help Bai Yu. Just keep one Red-clothed busy.”
The Red-clothed ghost vanished, seeking trouble with others.
Lu Liangting glanced at the barely conscious Green Hair, deciding he was too far gone to care about. He turned to head towards his father and Old Yang.
He didn’t need to worry about Bai Yu; taking those guys out was a piece of cake for her.
“Old Yang, I’m here to save you.”
He flew into the shadows of the factory, freeing Old Yang who was tied up in a red coffin.
Old Yang was already awake, just feeling significantly drained, a piece of trinket stuck in his mouth. It was like a vampire holding a cross and garlic—he couldn’t say a word.
“Are you okay?”
“Nah, just that these things were treating me like a battery. Those Red-clothed suckers were all around me, nearly drained me dry! Good thing I’m tough; otherwise, I wouldn’t have survived.”
Old Yang looked pale, and even the black mist around him had disappeared, indicating just how much he had been drained.
Perhaps it was due to either the drain or just getting used to Lu Liangting’s torment, but Old Yang felt clearer-headed than usual, almost returning to how he felt when he was alive.
“Hey kid, how did you get her to come?”
Old Yang watched as Bai Yu toyed with the remaining three Gatekeepers, handily slaughtering one Red-clothed before absorbing it and then dispatching the other three who were suspended in mid-air. She outnumbered six and was still unfazed, a clear indication she wasn’t even trying.
Her terrifying strength and ruthlessness made Old Yang instinctively shrink back.
“I asked her to help save you and my father. She’s the only one with the power to do so.”
“I know, I know, but… sigh, forget it.” Old Yang almost tried to jump into Lu Liangting’s shadow but reconsidered, “She wouldn’t have come in through your shadow, would she?”
“She did; Bai Yu hid in my shadow to avoid alerting anyone. That won’t affect anything, right?”
Upon hearing this, Old Yang suddenly dreaded going back. He yanked Lu Liangting’s collar, lowering his voice, “What are you, nuts? Where do you expect me to go? If she finishes off those people and then comes back to check on the shadow, and sees me hiding there, won’t she just gobble me up?!”
“Surely not?” Lu Liangting blinked.
“’Surely not,’ my foot.” Unfortunately, his voice rose, and Old Yang quickly hushed himself again, pointing toward Bai Yu, just in time to see her stomp down on a kneeling Red-clothed male ghost, executing the perfect finishing move right through the spine, before raising her blade and lopping off the ghost’s head. The cruelty was unmistakable.
That Red-clothed male ghost was indeed quite fearsome; from execution to absorption, he didn’t utter a single sound, going quiet as a mouse.
“Did you see that? She’d flay me alive without a second thought.”
“Have you never heard that the prettier the woman, the darker her heart? Even if she’s just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl like her.”
“Look at her—she’s a stunner, no doubt! Bet her stomach has a whole galaxy’s worth of schemes brewing in there.”
“Think about it! What proper female ghost would dress up this beautifully? They’re usually all disheveled with faces like meatloaf. Look at Aunt Su—now that’s a proper female ghost.”
“Now turn your gaze to this Bai Yu. Her skin’s softer than the living—one squeeze and you might just wring water out of her. Her face? Not a scar to be seen! Unless you consider the bl**d and black mist plus the occasional bl**d thread flicking about, who would believe she’s a ghost?”
“Do you believe it? I don’t.”
“Is this what a proper female ghost looks like?”
“Best keep your distance; one day she might just chop you up!”
Old Yang mimicked a throat-cutting gesture, making a face.
“Alright, she won’t. She won’t go back into my shadow again; her real master is waiting outside. She’s just trying to keep her identity under wraps for now.”
Lu Liangting patted Old Yang’s shoulder, feeling a mix of emotions as this guy effortlessly lightened the mood. It was almost ludicrous.
He had no idea what Old Yang was thinking, being so terrified of Bai Yu. They had barely met a few times; she wouldn’t just randomly turn him into ghost chow.
“Wait, there’s that?” Old Yang raised an eyebrow.
“Of course! There’s no way I’d have the clout to make Bai Yu follow me around while distancing from Zhao Mingyue.”
Lu Liangting couldn’t help feeling sentimental, “Bai Yu cares deeply for Zhao Mingyue, really deeply. She’s got a fiercely protective nature.”
“Don’t pull my leg. If she comes in here and takes me out, you don’t benefit either.”
“Why would I lie to you?” It was Lu Liangting’s first time seeing Old Yang like this. “And besides, you’re also Red-clothed; if anything, just struggle a bit and you’ll spring back out.”
“It’s easy for you to say—it’s not that simple! Being Red-clothed isn’t all the same!” Old Yang had no shame in exclaiming, “I’m just a bicycle, how can I compete with a Ferrari? They’re both just vehicles, right?”
“Alright, you do have a point. Regardless, you should be fine entering; I promise.”
After Lu Liangting’s repeated assurances, Old Yang reluctantly agreed to step into his shadow for some recovery.
Having resolved Old Yang’s issue, Lu Liangting’s gaze shifted to the middle-aged man protected by bl**d threads above. He sighed, silently waiting for Bai Yu to finish her part.
Thanks to Bai Yu’s help this time.
He found himself pondering just how much he needed to grow to help Bai Yu out once.
Wondering, it seemed every time things got dicey, it was Bai Yu to the rescue.
With a sigh, hope rekindled within Lu Liangting.
As long as he was alive, everything was possible.
Ultimately, though, it still came down to his own strength. If he had five Red-clothed Evil Ghosts rather than just two, if his power was even a fraction of Bai Yu’s, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point.
One stroke could k*ll a Red-clothed Evil Ghost. Bai Yu didn’t bother checking on what Lu Liangting was up to.
Deliberately, she refrained from killing those three relatively strong Gatekeepers, simply wanting to test their abilities. She had yet to go toe-to-toe with a Gatekeeper.
From what she sensed, they indeed had some tricks up their sleeves, especially when it came to dealing with ghosts.
Time was ticking, and it was about time for Qian Mu to make his appearance.
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