**Chapter 91: Beating the Godmother, but Witnessed by the Male Protagonist**
“Yumei, what did that person just say? Was it directed at you?”
Zhao Mingyue’s voice echoed in Bai Yu’s mind, filled with confusion.
“Yes, I used to go by the nickname ‘Doctor.’ To blend in with them, I sort of dressed as a guy, but… well, I’ve taken care of quite a few of their kind, so my reputation is huge. Some know I’ve died and turned into a female ghost.”
Bai Yu lied effortlessly, her heartbeat steady. She couldn’t really reveal her past as a trigger-happy madman who masqueraded as male.
But honestly, if she did, Zhao Mingyue would probably just light up and look for a chance to study her… anatomy.
Also, the sc*m Game forbids them from revealing their identities. Violating that could lead to severe punishments. Besides, spilling someone else’s beans, like Black Fist’s, could get you executed on the spot.
“Ah, but why disguise yourself as a man? Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” Zhao Mingyue asked, her brow furrowing in concern.
“Not a chance! I carved a ton of scars on my face with a kn*fe, wore thick clothing to hide my figure, and I even shaved my head during that time. I hardly talked to them.”
“I… I’m sorry.” Zhao Mingyue realized she might have pried too much.
“No worries, it’s all in the past. Now those guys are out and about with different identities.”
Zhao Mingyue fell silent, imagining Bai Yu’s situation like a pirate den bursting with brutish men, suddenly thrown a woman in the mix—she’d surely end up face-first in trouble.
Wait a minute, weren’t all of Bai Yu’s friends girls? So why the need to pretend to be a guy?
Just as that thought crossed Zhao Mingyue’s mind, Bai Yu added, “In our world, being a man gives you a huge edge: more training, faster power growth, more dangerous missions, and better rewards. In comparison, girls take ages to get strong. Without good results, you’re just not valued.”
With that, Zhao Mingyue got it. No wonder she only saw girls; the men were probably all dead in some mission. If even Bai Yu could bite the dust, the rest didn’t stand a chance.
“Why force yourself so hard? Living is the hope, after all!”
Zhao Mingyue sighed. It seemed Bai Yu was trying too hard. A girl joining in on the men’s missions—what was the point? In the end, wouldn’t she still d*e and become a wild ghost for Zhao Mingyue to rescue?
No wonder those girls mocked Bai Yu, calling out the brave girl for her reckless determination, only to end up in a position to be “turned back into a girl,” aka, a ghost.
Meanwhile, Bai Yu’s actions didn’t stop.
A ferocious evil ghost lunged at her. Bai Yu planted one foot on the ground, and a bl**d-red spike pierced the ghost’s calf. She couldn’t help but tumble forward into the ghost’s embrace—it looked like she was presenting her head on a platter.
Her long kn*fe whistled through the air, cleanly severing the ghost’s head.
Then, more dark red bl**d threads came darting at her. Bai Yu quickly dodged, slashing through the threads with a swift diagonal cut, her blade creating a cross in the air as she sent the bl**d-spouting ghost flying.
These evil spirits were tougher than she’d expected. Even after decapitating them, they didn’t d*e. The segment she’d sliced into three pieces still had bl**d threads connecting its waist and head, stitching them back together.
And they could use those bl**d threads to attack—so gross!
Another set of claws reached for her, but instead of retreating, Bai Yu charged in, leaning back and crashing straight into the ghost, but it was just an illusion. The moment she came closer, her leather jacket morphed into countless spikes that pierced the ghost’s body.
A howl of pain echoed as Bai Yu devoured the ghost trapped within the wax corpse.
These wax corpses were tougher than regular evil ghosts thanks to their self-repairing shells that could withstand standard weapons.
If she could just figure out how to attack the ghost within, victory would be easy.
Another strategy? Just chop off the head multiple times and exhaust the ghost’s bl**d supply!
With a powerful elbow strike, she sent the wax corpse flying before spinning around for a diagonal slash.
Thud!
The wax corpse was severed in half, and behind it stood a girl known as “Shadow.”
Shadow was gearing up for an ambush on the wax corpse, but before she could leap, the corpse was cut, and as it fell apart, her frosty white mask locked eyes with Bai Yu at the same moment she began to swing her blade.
“Doctor, friend! Friend!” Shadow staggered back, her expression stiff.
Bai Yu ignored her, kicking the upper half of the ghost’s body aside, yanking back again with a swift slash that cut the bl**d threads connecting the two halves.
Standing on the lower half of the corpse, her long kn*fe plunged into its spine, and Bai Yu twisted the handle.
With a whoosh, a bl**d-thread lotus blossomed from the gaping wound, quickly wilting and seeping into her body through the ground.
Just moments ago, she had wrecked the ghost’s internal bl**d threads. The lotus wasn’t for aesthetics; it meant to create a larger, harder-to-heal wound. To a corpse, it might not seem like much, but to a living person, that move was nasty.
The wound exploded open like a flower, making it nearly impossible to stitch back together.
Withdrawing her blade, Bai Yu charged straight for the main hall of the courtyard.
Typically, the shrine’s idol would reside here.
“This place feels kinda familiar,” Zhao Mingyue murmured.
“Familiar?”
“Uh-huh, it’s like… the Village Chief’s home,” she whispered, and then hesitated, “By the way, how does my body hold up?”
That last part sounded a little suspect, making it easy for anyone to misinterpret. Bai Yu paused before saying, “It’s too fragile; I don’t want to exert too much force for fear of wrecking your body.”
That was true. Forget about Zhao Mingyue’s body; her own ghostly form didn’t even hold up to her old kn*fe skills. Last time she tried, she almost wrecked her arm, and considering she was a ghost, that didn’t matter; but with a living body, a month wouldn’t be enough to recover.
She really couldn’t risk messing up Zhao Mingyue’s body. Even if she controlled her strength and techniques, the moment Zhao Mingyue regained control, she’d probably be feeling sore everywhere.
But, the silver lining? It was like unlocking her body’s potential. Once the pain faded, she’d realize she was far more agile than before, as if breaking free from the chains holding her down.
Just as she reached the door, another evil ghost jumped at her, its claws aiming for her chest.
Bai Yu didn’t slice through its hands; instead, she raised her hand and brought down her blade, and with a quiet hum, the bl**d-red long kn*fe sunk into the wax corpse’s face, blade spine sticking out.
Thud!
Two bl**d spikes burst from the corpse’s ears—squelch!
A swift kick sent the evil ghost crashing against the door.
Bai Yu started sensing something was off—the courtyard lights flickered wildly, the air grew colder, and a strong wind swirled the red papers scattered on the ground. It felt like a pair of eyes were watching her from behind, and the malevolent aura was closing in.
“A She Godmother!”
Bai Yu took a couple of steps back, and the other players halted their actions, their focus converging on Bai Yu.
It was as if nothing was amiss, yet everything felt like it was on the cusp of chaotic transformation.
Everyone present sensed the true boss had arrived, though this boss seemed to have mistaken her target.
Black Fist snapped his fists together, a sinister grin plastered on his face. “Heh, she actually came. This’ll be fun.”
“Good news! It found a monster to take the heat off us,” chimed in a woman named Tatel from the sidelines.
At that moment, the wax corpse lying at Bai Yu’s feet was lifted by an invisible force, standing tall in front of her. Its once fearsome expression vanished, replaced by serenity and an eerie kind of sanctity.
This expression on a wax corpse? Unexplainably bizarre and terrifying.
The wax corpse glanced at Bai Yu with its empty, pupil-less eyes. It opened its mouth, producing two incomprehensible syllables that defied gender and age, leaving the audience in utter confusion.
Everyone in the room felt a splitting headache, especially those carrying curses—they could feel their souls being yanked from their bodies, forcing a few of them to step back, trying to shield their ears.
Bai Yu, however, saw an opportunity and swung her long blade down with a fierce intensity, releasing all her energy.
Energy was linked to the body but also to willpower.
She no longer had her previous corporeal form to tap into the aura of d*ath, but remnants lingered.
As the energy surged outward, the evil god’s vile intent evaporated into thin air.
The evil god was slightly taken aback, but Bai Yu was already swinging her blade.
The two-meter-long blade arc cut through the air, and with a powerful thrust, she propelled herself forward.
The evil god uttered two more syllables, but the bl**d-red blade barely melted away as Bai Yu closed in.
A swift kick drove her foot right towards the evil god, and her long kn*fe stayed unfazed as it slashed horizontally across the god’s face. She initially aimed for the throat, but the evil god dodged.
A deep gash appeared on its face, the mouth springing open up to the back of its skull. As the evil god regained its footing, Bai Yu advanced, channeling all her force into her left foot for an even fiercer kick.
Bam!
The evil god was sent crashing through the wooden door, landing in front of the idol in the main hall.
A massive wound appeared in its stomach, courtesy of the sharp spike formed by Bai Yu’s kick.
Stepping into the hall, Bai Yu noticed that this festive room’s center held a platform showcasing a statue.
It resembled a Buddha figure but oozed with something sinister and evil.
The twisted stance, the bizarre hues—it looked nothing like a benevolent deity.
In its left hand, a purification vase; in the right, it dragged a baby’s head; and behind it, a scale and a heart.
Bai Yu raised her kn*fe, eyes locked onto A She Godmother.
As the wax corpse slowly stood, the gaping wound in its abdomen birthed a blossoming bl**d-thread lotus that nearly exploded its form.
Bai Yu tightened her grip on the kn*fe, pointing its tip at A She Godmother.
“Get lost.”
And at just that moment, from the side room, Lu Liangting peeked out, catching this entire scene unfold.
