Chapter 275: Is My Sister the Dark Moon God?
What was going on over there with Lu Liangting? Was he and Old Yang going to get caught up in some cliché soap opera drama? Zhao Mingyue was too tired to care. Despite not having done anything particularly exhausting, her back ached like she had just carried a mountain.
This was pretty normal, though. Every time Bai Yu used her body, Zhao Mingyue ended up feeling like she had done all the heavy lifting while actually just loafing around.
Could “loafing around” be taken to an art form at her level?
“Seriously, I haven’t had a proper break during this time. Don’t you feel tired at all, Bai Yu?”
Bai Yu went back into the house and settled into the embryo body of the Evil God. She casually tucked her messy hair behind her, and upon hearing Zhao Mingyue’s lament, replied, “Not tired. The tasks we’ve been doing lately have been super easy, basically no danger to life.”
“Is this really what you call easy?” Zhao Mingyue, sprawled on the sofa with her chin in one hand, thought back and grumbled, “I guess you’re right. Recently, the tasks have indeed been a cakewalk for you.”
“Easy is good! Rewards without risks! But speaking of which, none of these tasks came from that phone app. I haven’t leveled up for ages.”
“You can give it a try in a bit.” Bai Yu sank into the couch beside her, scooped up the little black cat rubbing against her leg, and gently petted its tiny head.
“How long is ‘in a bit’?”
“You decide.”
“Alright, let’s say a few more days. I’ll take a mini vacation for now.” With a long stretch, Zhao Mingyue suddenly remembered something. “By the way, do we have that thing today? You know, bl**d threads merging?”
The bl**d thread fusion technique Bai Yu had developed to help Zhao Mingyue absorb her power was incredibly useful, with almost no side effects and a massive boost. The downside? The whole process felt too bizarre and indescribable—kind of like the day Zhao Mingyue and she used Twin Souls.
Actually, it was even more direct because the bl**d threads merged at a much deeper level.
So, after the first time, they always did this in the bathroom.
At least that way, they wouldn’t have to wash sheets or worry about staining clothes.
Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyue’s gaze became somewhat shifty, mixed with a hint of anticipation.
Bai Yu’s petting motion paused. “Not today.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow won’t work either. Mingyue, until I clean out the remnants of what I’ve absorbed from my body, you might have to work on your own improvements.”
Last time they went out, she had devoured half an Evil God, one top-tier Evil Spirit, and plenty of Red Clothes. That horrific amount would have been enough to burst her before, but now, she was just a bit overstuffed. After devouring so many spirits recently, her body had grown stronger and could hold much more power.
Conversely, the remnants she consumed were starting to pile up.
Before, she didn’t take it seriously; these little remnants couldn’t affect her.
But this time was different.
The Nightmare’s plan involved her feeding on that Evil God, leaving its remnants in her body. Ignoring this problem was just like what Li Tianan warned—watch out for slipping in the muck.
The Nightmare never wasted time on meaningless schemes; every move had a purpose, building toward something big at the last moment.
Often, her preliminary plans were so subtle they slipped by unnoticed or were cleverly directed towards another goal, hiding her true intentions under a seemingly innocent event.
On her way back, she wondered if devouring that Evil God was part of the Nightmare’s plot.
To put it bluntly, the frightening part was that she was on one level while the Nightmare operated on another.
“Is there any way to deal with this?” Zhao Mingyue asked quietly.
“Time.” Bai Yu expelled the word slowly, letting the little cat go to scamper toward the white fox.
“There won’t be any risks, right?”
“If everything goes smoothly, no one interferes, then no.”
“Interference? Are you talking about the Ghost Domain folks?”
“Yep.”
Zhao Mingyue grimaced, “Those guys are just the worst. What do they even want?”
Just then, her phone rang, chiming with a cheerful piano tune. Pulling it out, she glanced at the caller ID—it was the Dragon Lady!
Answering, she heard the familiar voice on the other end.
“Hey, little vinegar pot, have you missed me?”
“I wasn’t even thinking about you.”
“Tough talk!”
“Can you cut to the chase? What do you want?”
“Well, I just called to say I’ve taken care of the Burning Heart situation. I yanked her out from my body; right now, the soul is a bit vacant but overall, not a big deal. However, before she kicked the bucket, I managed to pry some information out of her.”
“Bai Yu is next to you, right? Did you put it on speaker, little vinegar pot?”
Zhao Mingyue, not interested in chit-chat with the Dragon Lady, replied, “Bai Yu can hear you; just get on with it if you have something to say.”
“Great, as long as she can hear me. I think Bai Yu might be interested in this, but can’t explain it all right now. Let’s do this: I’ll come over tomorrow evening for dinner and share the details then. Just so you know, I’ve helped you guys out so many times; if you don’t whip up something delicious for me, I might throw a tantrum.”
“Can’t I just invite you to a restaurant instead?”
“Nope! I want your cooking; even better if Bai Yu is cooking!”
“……”
“If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as acceptance. Bye now! See you tomorrow night~”
The Dragon Lady hung up decisively, leaving Zhao Mingyue rolling her eyes. “She’s awful. But honestly, she’s not wrong; she has helped us quite a bit.”
One thing was one thing, but she wanted to pull the Dragon Lady’s ears and give her a good talking-to. However, it had to be acknowledged that the Dragon Lady had indeed helped them, particularly with the Burning Heart Goddess situation; without her, Zhao Mingyue might’ve ended up as the Goddess’s next meal.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Mingyue got up to slice some fruit and brought a plate over.
“Want some fruit?”
Bai Yu took a piece of cut watermelon and nibbled on it.
Sitting beside her, Zhao Mingyue softly wondered, “What could the Dragon Lady possibly want to say that’s so mysterious?”
“Ghost Gate.”
“Oh, right. The Burning Heart Goddess came from the Ghost Gate. If she’s talking about something, it’s bound to be about that. Bai Yu, what did you see at the Ghost Gate?”
“A world without life.”
“A world without life? Can you elaborate? How is it different from our world?”
“The place is entirely unlike our colorful world. When I entered, I was in a village with very ancient architecture—at least a thousand years old. There was a mist everywhere, the sky was gray without a sun, and everything felt wrapped in despair and suffering. If you linger there too long, you’ll get forever lost within.”
As Bai Yu spoke, Zhao Mingyue watched her intently, noting the way her eyes sank, void of any smiles. Her gaze seemed filled with stories, a familiarity with the Ghost Gate’s realm, as if she had experienced something there.
“Typically, situations like that aren’t natural; something is draining the life force of the world.”
“That thing is called a God.”
“An Evil God?”
“No, not an Evil God; they can’t reach that level. What I’m talking about is a different kind of God.” Bai Yu fell into a memory. “Gods don’t need curses; they can enslave believers merely by their will.”
“Maybe the only similarity is that Gods also need a Saintess?”
“There’s indeed a God in that place, and my sister is the Saintess of that God.”
Zhao Mingyue put down her fruit, her eyes widening in disbelief.
From Bai Yu’s descriptions, it was clear that the God she mentioned was far more powerful than any Evil God.
She was shocked to learn that Bai Yu’s sister died because of this.
“I’m sorry,” Zhao Mingyue murmured.
“When I came out, that Evil God claimed she was working for me. That’s because she mistook my aura for something she was serving.”
Discussing the Ghost Gate and the Gods, Bai Yu spoke extensively, and Zhao Mingyue understood her feelings. Then Bai Yu said something that shook her to the core.
“I think the God responsible for the changes in the Ghost Gate world is that same entity I mentioned. The Evil God mistook my aura because that being has occupied my sister’s body, which is why it sensed similarities.”
“The mention of ‘Dark Moon’ in Eternal Life Village—Dark Moon is the name of that God.”
What she once thought was coincidence no longer seemed that way.
The God that could force the Black Sun Godmother to serve her was likely the Dark Moon God.
And since Bai Sisi was indeed the Saintess of the Dark Moon God… one could start to see the connections forming.
Of course, this was merely her conjecture.
As for why the Black Sun Godmother mistook her, Zhao Mingyue had another hypothesis—that the current body she possessed as a female ghost originally belonged to the Ghost Gate, with considerable strength and status. Her arrival and rejection from the Ghost Gate upon entering the real world might have diluted her powers.
It was hard to lean definitively toward any conclusion.
Her mind was in disarray.
The Nightmare’s scheme didn’t concern her much, but the ramifications of the Black Sun Godmother’s words left her feeling unsettled.
But rather than dwell on what was right or wrong, enhancing her strength was the priority.
