### Chapter Ninety-Two: So It’s You, Bai Yu!
Tied to the bed, Lu Liangting was feeling a bit hopeless. He planned to grab the pillow with his mouth and fling it at the candle, hoping that once it ignited, he would either burn to d*ath or burn through the ropes and escape.
Just as he was about to bite the pillow, he spotted a pair of scissors hidden underneath.
These scissors might have been left by a kind-hearted soul hoping he would escape, or perhaps they had some special significance. In any case, Lu Liangting saw a glimmer of hope.
With great effort, he managed to maneuver the scissors closer, all while listening to the sounds of fighting outside—he began to frantically cut at the ropes, racing against time.
He had no idea who was out there; in this situation, it was safe to assume it wasn’t anyone on his side.
The only ally in the village was Zhao Mingyue, and the person fighting the wax corpses outside couldn’t possibly be her. After all, she was just a defenseless little girl—how could she take on a bunch of wax zombies?
With that thought in mind, Lu Liangting hastened his efforts and finally managed to sever the ropes just as the door was violently kicked open.
He could confirm someone was outside, and there was only one exit from the room.
Lu Liangting decided to go all out. He retrieved his clothes stuffed in the corner and summoned three evil ghosts using the three ghost-hunting tools in his pocket. Despite the dull ache in his head, he picked up a chair, ready to charge outside and confront whoever was out there.
Then he saw a scene unfold before him.
In the living room, two figures stood opposing each other. One of them, closer to the door, was a striking figure clad in leather, with knee-high boots and holding a long kn*fe, her face obscured by a silver mask—no facial features, just eyes and delicate patterns. She pointed her blade at the other entity, a wax corpse that had its face slashed open, with a hole blasted through its chest.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Bai Yu shot a sideways glance at Lu Liangting. She wasn’t in the mood to engage in a fight with the evil god; that was unnecessary. All she needed to do was smash the statue behind the evil god and complete her task. Honestly, she didn’t even have to save Lu Liangting; he could do whatever he wanted.
However, A She Godmother clearly had other ideas. She opened her mouth, which was slashed all the way back to her head, and uttered a string of incomprehensible syllables.
At that moment, Bai Yu threw her long kn*fe.
The kn*fe began to disintegrate in the air, bl**d threads melting away like snow in a blaze, visibly disappearing before their eyes.
It wasn’t just the kn*fe that was dissolving—Bai Yu’s entire being was, too. If she weren’t currently inhabiting Zhao Mingyue’s body but her original form instead, she would meet the same fate.
This evil god was merely the manifestation of evil thoughts, and it was just in the front village.
Before the kn*fe vanished entirely, a section pierced the evil god’s mouth and exploded. The already slashed head lost its half; it was a total mess.
Once again, Bai Yu gathered her long kn*fe and swung it downwards. Perhaps the evil god’s will had weakened; she clearly felt that its body was much less resilient this time. The blade lodged into the evil god’s head as she stepped on its chest, pressing down with her kn*fe.
After cleaving the head completely open, she delivered a decisive blow. With a sudden burst of power in her legs, the corpse fell back, knocking over the offering table. In that instant, as the statue toppled, Bai Yu kicked the head on the ground, striking it perfectly against the statue, shattering it into pieces.
With the statue gone, the corpse that was struggling to rise fell silent, and a foul stench began to fill the small room.
“Go back inside; it’s dangerous out here. Someone will come to rescue you soon.”
Bai Yu couldn’t be bothered to deal with Lu Liangting and casually mentioned this before trying to leave, but he called out to her.
“Wait!” Lu Liangting said urgently. “Are you Mingyue?”
That was definitely Zhao Mingyue’s voice—he was sure of it!
But he couldn’t wrap his head around when she had gotten this strong. The wax corpse just now had clearly been different from the ones outside—it had to be a boss-level monster. In any case, it was undoubtedly much stronger than the bosses he had encountered before.
Yet, this kind of boss was getting completely manhandled by Zhao Mingyue. She seemed to wield her power effortlessly, not even needing to try her hardest. It was bizarre!
On another note, thank goodness for Mingyue; otherwise, he’d be dead right now.
A heavy feeling settled in Lu Liangting’s heart; it seemed like he was always being saved by others. At the end of the day, he was just too weak. If only he were stronger, he wouldn’t have been cornered back in Thirteen High School, nor would he have needed Bai Yu’s rescue.
Here, too—if he had the strength to subdue those who ambushed him, he wouldn’t be in this predicament.
“You’ve got the wrong person.”
Bai Yu adjusted her mask, casting a final glance at Lu Liangting before she stepped out of the room.
Behind her, Lu Liangting’s voice echoed.
“Thanks for saving me, anyway!”
Bai Yu hesitated for a moment but didn’t stop. She swiftly struck down the wax corpse at the door and disappeared into the chaotic yard. Lu Liangting couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something familiar about Zhao Mingyue’s movements, as if he’d seen her fight like that before.
Her aura and tone also felt oddly familiar, but he couldn’t place it at the moment.
And then there was that wax corpse, which he’d thought was a boss earlier. Now, watching Zhao Mingyue effortlessly slice through the wax corpse at the door like it was nothing, he was even more convinced.
At his side, a young ghost named Zhang Lin appeared, pointing in the direction where Bai Yu had just departed, his hand resting on Lu Liangting’s shoulder.
After a moment.
“It really is Mingyue, but why is there a ghost possessing her? Who is that ghost?”
Lu Liangting could only judge by voice and figure, but Zhang Lin had a better sense of this. He recognized Zhao Mingyue’s aura, confirming that it was indeed her. As for the ghost possessing her, that was a mystery.
The only thing Zhang Lin could tell Lu Liangting was that the ghost was terrifying—very terrifying—and not to approach it!
Though he didn’t explicitly say who the ghost was, Lu Liangting had already started guessing.
Immense power, sharp kn*fe skills, a cold demeanor, and a sharp tongue with a soft heart.
A ghost ticking all those boxes? Did he really need to think hard about it…?
Lu Liangting only felt his mind go blank, the wound on the back of his head throbbing more painfully than ever.
He didn’t understand why things were like this, nor could he tell if it was a good or bad thing.
After a long silence, he stood at the door, watching the young girls coming out of nowhere battling a horde of wax corpses, his mind focused only on that back figure wielding the kn*fe.
At that moment, his heart seemed to hold only one thought.
“I owe her another life.”
“If I can make it out alive, I’ll ask Mingyue to clarify things.”
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Bai Yu was still unaware that her identity had been exposed, but it didn’t matter. She was more interested in finding out where the other statue was.
“The wedding had a groom but no bride. The bride probably came from the back village. I might have to come back here later.”
“First, let’s go attend Mingyue’s family gathering.”
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Sorry for the late update today; I had some things to take care of, and I’ve been working overtime since returning.
I’ll catch up with what I owe tomorrow!
