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I felt my body plummeting downward at an incredible speed, the sound of wind rushing past my ears, stinging my skin painfully. The sensation of weightlessness made my muscles tremble all over, and beside me were the sinister grins of the four of them.
"Welcome to our world."
Suddenly, they scattered and vanished, the feeling of restraint lifted in an instant. My descent slowed considerably, and I was able to turn my head, though my limbs felt weak and powerless. The almost nonexistent sensation filled me with an unprecedented panic.
"Jun—"
Before Chong could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through my back. Countless pointed objects pierced through me, blood gushing out and mingling with the thin air, slowing my fall.
Intense agony assaulted my brain, a chilling coldness coursing through me as the sharp objects moved within my body. As I continued to descend, I saw blades as thick as fingers reflecting white light, growing inch by inch from within me.
Crimson blood slowly dripped from the blades. Before I could catch my breath amidst the pain, a red tongue appeared out of nowhere, licking up my blood from the blades, greedily refusing to leave.
"Blood, blood, we want more blood! This blood is so good to drink! More, more!"
The emphasis echoed in the darkness, the sharp frequency stimulating my fragile eardrums with its highs and lows.
In my blurred vision, I could see more tongues gathering towards me. Below, icy hands grasped at my clothes, pulling me down quickly so that more of my blood would stain the blades.
"Be careful not to pierce her heart; otherwise, we won't have a continuous supply of blood."
Someone spoke softly, yet their words made those tongues obedient. They eagerly absorbed more of my blood but did not come directly at me, as if that was part of their twisted enjoyment.
"Don't worry, you won't die. These children have been hungry for a long time, and now they finally have some fresh blood to satisfy their cravings."
In the darkness above, a transparent figure known as the White Shadow outlined a tall silhouette, floating like a king surveying his domain.
"Look, they are all my brides!"
In the shadows, behind the tongues, stood women dressed in Paper Wedding Dresses. They were as quiet as stone sculptures, their blackened eye sockets glimmering with death. Their crimson lips parted to reveal white teeth, yet they had no tongues.
Because their tongues were busy licking my blood.
My heart raced; I felt like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
At that moment, I desperately wanted to scream, to call out that name, but no sound escaped my lips. Even if I could produce a sound, it would be hoarse and weak. Any movement would only cause me to cough up more blood.
The despair of death gradually enveloped me. In my increasingly blurred vision, all I could see besides more tongues was an endless darkness.
I opened my eyes and looked up; blood soaked my clothes and stained my vision red.
I didn't want to die; I couldn't die. So even in my dying struggle, I had to find a way to escape.
But that strong desire was no match for the cruelty of reality. The blades piercing deeper into my back had rendered my body numb; aside from my head, I felt nothing else.
Without sensation, there was no control. Any thought of resistance was futile.
I seemed to see the figure of the Grim Reaper looking down at me coldly from above, waiting for my death to claim my soul and take it to the underworld.
In truth, dying wouldn't affect me much. Becoming a ghost would allow me to be with Jun Chong as ghostly partners, but Jun Chong wouldn’t allow me to die. Even if we were on different paths, he wanted me to live well.
But this time, I couldn't hold on any longer!
Jun Chong, I'm sorry. I really can't endure this anymore.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound erupted, sending the tongues that were about to cover me flying away, rippling like waves in water. The Red Glow illuminated the dark space, and the bloodthirsty madness slaughtered those tongues in an instant.
Blood Flame?!
In my chaotic vision, I seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
How could I have forgotten the Blood Flame Sword? It was within me; too much blood had awakened the slumbering Blood Flame, unleashing its sharp brilliance.
The sound of cracking echoed around me as all the blades piercing through my body shattered and vanished into darkness. My body felt weightless as it began to fall, like a broken kite. I could even feel the wind blowing out from the holes in my body.
"What is this?"
A sharp scream echoed in my ears. I saw that white transparent shadow flicker and disappear, and in the next moment, my body was securely caught. The Blood Flame Sword landed with me, standing upright before me.
"Anxin, how are you?"
The concern and care did not come from Jun Chong, and the disappointment deep within me was undeniable, overshadowing much of the joy of being rescued.
"I'm not Jun Chong. Are you disappointed?"
Qi Zhi's light laughter was laced with a clear sense of loss, yet he still held onto me tightly.
I opened my eyes to look at him, but my throat remained unable to produce any sound.
"I sensed you were in danger." Qi Zhi set me down on the ground, supporting my body with one hand while the other hovered in front of me. A green light glowed between his palms, enveloping me. The areas illuminated by the green light began to heal my wounds automatically.
My senses gradually returned, accompanied by waves of pain coursing through my body.
I gritted my teeth, trying to endure it as my body involuntarily moved.
Qi Zhi pressed down with one hand. "Don't move. It might hurt a bit, but hold on."
The chilling aura lurking in the surrounding darkness continued to draw closer. The brilliance of Blood Flame illuminated our surroundings, warding off any approaching threats like a protective guardian.
The surface wounds healed with Qi Zhi's help, but I still felt piercing pain whenever I moved. He lifted me onto his back. "I'll carry you out. The Undead presence here is too strong; your body can't handle it right now."
"Undead?" My throat felt as rusty as a corroded iron block since I was born. "Is it a Necromancer?"
"The Necromancer's aura is mixed with other Vengeful Spirits. You're too weak right now; remember not to look back, no matter what sounds come from behind you."
Qizhe carried me forward, my body weakly draped over him. The Blood Flame surged into my body, instantly filling me with a scorching heat that burned through my organs, intensifying my discomfort. I clutched Qizhe's shoulders, enduring the pain.
"You summoned the Blood Flame; now its heat is unbearable for you."
"Blood Flame, come forth."
Those four simple words drained all my strength, yet the Blood Flame remained unresponsive.
No one but me could wield the Blood Flame Sword, but I still couldn't control it skillfully. Qizhe had no choice but to quicken his pace into the darkness.
The searing heat of the flames made me feel increasingly worse, with fire raging inside me while the cold darkness outside grew more oppressive. It was a clash of ice and fire, relentlessly assaulting my fading consciousness.
Then a voice called my name from behind.
"Anxin, Anxin."
Xiao You?
I turned to see a woman slowly approaching from the darkness, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, a bride's attire, holding a bouquet of flowers. She walked with great difficulty, the sound of dripping water echoing sharply in the dark.
"Anxin, help me, save me!"
The bouquet fell from her hands as Lin You reached out toward me, trying to grasp my hand. But many skeletal hands emerged from the darkness, grabbing at Lin You and pulling her deeper into the shadows.
Fang Shasha and Li Xiaoyu stood on either side of Lin You, her pure white bridal makeup stained with dripping red blood, the black tears falling from her eyes.
"Xiao You."
I moved slightly, and Anxin noticed, her voice sharp. "That's all an illusion; don't believe it."
"An illusion?"
I hesitated, realizing it might be true. Lin You had chased after the Necromancer before me, so how could she be here?
In that moment of distraction, Lin You was dragged into the darkness by them. Terror filled her eyes as her pupils spread into the whites, just like Fang Shasha and the others, blackness flooding her eye sockets before sliding down her cheeks.
"Anxin, help me!" Lin You struggled in panic, tears streaming down her face, but they were black tears that turned to blood red as they fell onto her body, emitting black smoke. "Anxin, I really am Lin You. I was taken by the Necromancer."
Necromancer.
My heart stirred again. Lin You had chased after the Necromancer, who had returned to capture Qiongqi. Could it be that he also took Lin You?
"The Necromancer brought me here to feed that ghost. The ghost fell in love with a woman during his life, but while professing his love for her, she married a wealthy local man. Unable to bear the pain of losing his beloved, he committed suicide on the night before the wedding. His blood soaked into the white wedding dress he had sewn for her by hand, turning it into white Ghost Money. Unwilling to accept his fate, his resentment attached itself to the dress after death, and he has been searching for the reincarnation of that woman ever since. Those women born in the same year and month with tear moles on their faces resemble her; he believes they are her reincarnation. After bringing them here, he cruelly kills them and cuts out their tongues."
"Anxin, I am really Lin You! Save me! Anxin, please! Take me away!"
Lin You spoke so much in one breath just to make me believe she was real.
I looked at Lin You, her complexion growing increasingly ashen, like a lifeless shade of white. She struggled continuously, but could not resist the pull of the ghost.
Facing her friend for help but receiving no response, despair etched itself onto her face as she gave up the fight in sorrow.
"Anxin, I've always considered you my best friend. Why won't you save me? Perhaps I should pay the price for Ling Feng's death! I am a sinner, so I deserve to die."
My eyes widened in shock, my heart racing wildly.
Even if it was an illusion created by the ghost, it was impossible to probe into the true darkness within Lin You's heart. The ghost wanted me; it should have used the bond between Lin You and me, not delve into the depths of her soul.
She had never mentioned Ling Feng's death, but I knew it was a chasm she could never escape from in her lifetime.
I moved, reaching out toward Lin You while shouting, "Xiao You, give me your hand!"
"Anxin, don't."
The ghost noticed and tried to interrupt my outstretched hand, but it was too late. In the darkness, Lin You was a certain distance away from me, yet her hand deftly grasped mine.
It felt like ice piercing through my heart, as cold as a frostbitten cellar.
Lin You flashed me a strange smile and said, "Welcome to my world."
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