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I have to say, the intelligence of the ghost is as formidable as that of a human, or perhaps even surpasses it. It knows the darkness within Lin You and understands that I would believe this ghost is Lin You because of that darkness.
Unless Lin You has truly been captured by the Necromancer, and this is merely information gleaned from peering into Lin You's heart. But this also indicates that this ghost is in cahoots with the Necromancer.
The chill in my hand was like chewing gum I couldn't shake off. Despite the light force, it pulled me away from Qi Yi. At the same time, Fang Shasha and three other female ghosts charged toward Qi Yi, entangling him tightly, giving the ghost a chance to take me away.
The four broken women posed no threat to Qi Yi, yet he still couldn't hold onto me. This was because the woman he had torn apart did not fall; instead, more brides dressed in Paper Wedding Dresses emerged from her body.
Those Paper Wedding Dresses seemed alive, wrapping around Qi Yi. What should have been easily torn Ghost Money now clung to him with remarkable resilience, winding up from his feet.
Wherever Qi Yi was entangled, his flesh was cut by the Paper Wedding Dresses, red blood seeping into the white wedding gown, making the brides rushing toward him even more delighted and excited.
"Blood, blood."
"Ah—this blood is poisonous, no—"
The piercing scream shattered the air. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, those brides fell to the ground one by one.
A thick black aura emanated from them, rising up from near Qi Yi's feet. I could see it with my own eyes; the metallic scent of blood filled the space, mingling with a foul odor.
In an instant, the brides on the ground were consumed by darkness, transforming into a stream of black mist that returned to the void.
Qi Yi was enveloped in that layer of darkness, his pure black eyes flashing with green light, like lines darting around the corners of his eyes—wild and dangerous like a wolf, contrasting sharply with the surrounding shadows.
He was a king in the darkness; just standing there made the enveloping gloom seem significantly lighter.
"What is this?"
The Male Ghost, having regained his original form, gripped my arm tightly, his gaze fixed on the danger emanating from the darkness.
I was startled; if my instincts were correct, that sensation could only be Miasma.
Qi Zhi stood in the shadows, his expression devoid of any emotion, staring ahead as if looking at someone inconsequential.
"Let her go."
Three words, straightforward yet impossible to ignore—a command that had to be fulfilled.
"No," the Male Ghost replied bluntly. "Even if I let her go, you would still kill me. The blood of this woman is different from others; consuming her will surely allow me to escape your grasp and enhance my cultivation. Right now, the Necromancer is my only host; only through his nurturing can I survive. But if I eat her, I can break free from the Necromancer and become another Necromancer."
"Let her go."
Still those three words, yet they made the Male Ghost tremble. I felt a sense of panic rising within me under Qi Zhi's calm yet imposing presence. With every word he spoke, it felt as though my heart stopped beating.
"I won't let go."
He tightened his grip around my neck, his sharp nails piercing into my flesh, the taste of blood only heightening his excitement.
I sensed a pulling force behind me, drawing my body backward. The sound of flesh writhing and devouring filled my ears as black worms crawled from him onto me.
My feet left the ground, and I realized that my upper body was already merging with the ghost's form, being absorbed at an alarming rate.
"Ah—"
Fear drained the color from my face as I felt something gnawing at the part of my body being consumed. It burrowed through my skin and into me, siphoning off my blood and flesh as it gnawed its way toward my chest cavity.
In the darkness, a sudden flash of pure white light surged forth, sharp and fierce like a blade, severing the neck of the Male Ghost. It did not come from the direction of Qizhu, but rather from the darkness on my left.
The Male Ghost let out a shriek, its voice abruptly cut off. With a thud, its head fell to the ground. Though its head and body were separated, its body continued to devour me, and at an even faster pace than before.
Everything happened in an instant, so quickly that my eyes struggled to keep up.
"Qizhu, hurry!"
The voice of the woman in the darkness was faint yet somewhat familiar. I turned to look in that direction, but the slender figure of the pure white woman flickered and vanished, clearly aware of my gaze.
"Who are you?" I paused before asking again, "Is it Xiao You?"
There was no response; the darkness in that area fell silent as if the presence had already departed.
Xiao You, was that you just now? That voice sounded so much like yours, but how could you possess such powerful spiritual energy?
Although I had lost my Ghost Power and could not perceive clearly, I could vaguely discern that aura resembling Su Ziqian's.
But none of this could prevent the fact that I was being consumed.
"Hahaha, you cannot stop it. That is the Necromancer's body; once consumed, no one will be saved. Hahaha, everyone go die! I hate women with tear moles; I hate her, I hate her betrayal."
The Male Ghost's head was crushed under Qizhu's foot, turning into a puddle of muck.
Qizhu rushed toward me quickly but retracted the surrounding darkness. The Crimson Radiance appeared in his hands, transforming into a Red Long Spear.
The spearhead bore two crescent shapes that were not smooth like a crescent moon; instead, they twisted with flickering flames surrounding a massive dragon head, exuding an imposing and fierce aura. The spear's body coiled like a dragon, vividly alive as if it were the embodiment of a true dragon.
“Dragon Spear? You are from the Demon Royal Family!”
The voice above me was filled with panic. I couldn't see who it was, but it wasn't that ghost; it must be the Necromancer. But wasn’t his head severed? How could he still speak?
“The Necromancer should have perished long ago. Do not struggle unnecessarily.”
With those words, the attack began.
At that moment, my face was nearly consumed, leaving only my limbs intact. In my final moments of vision, I saw Qiqi swing his weapon in a decisive strike, and I felt the Necromancer's body oscillating between contraction and expansion.
The Necromancer let out a series of agonizing roars, and I felt even more discomfort mixed within his body.
At the same time, Qiqi planted the Dragon Spear into the ground and pulled me with all his might. But the Necromancer's erratic thrashing made the contraction and expansion accelerate; I sensed his body was about to explode.
In a panic, I grasped Qiqi's arm tightly and crawled outward following his strength.
“Anxin, don’t be afraid.”
His calm voice inexplicably soothed me. I looked at Qiqi; despite his steady tone, his face was etched with tension. He was pulling me out with all his strength, refusing to let go even if it meant death.
In that moment, I had a strange illusion that this kind of struggle had happened before.
But that time, he had completely failed.
My heart suddenly ached.
While I was lost in thought, a loud explosion echoed in my ears. Qiqi's expression tightened as he quickly pulled me out and held me tightly in his embrace, while behind us, the Necromancer’s body turned to shreds.
At the moment he completely pulled me away from the Necromancer's body, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as if something was being ripped out.
“It's okay, don't be afraid. You're safe now.”
Qi Zhi held me tightly, his heart racing as he patted my back, both comforting me and calming his own frantic heart.
“This time, I finally held you tight.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything, a dark shadow floated out from the scattered fragments behind me—it was the soul of the Necromancer.
“I am neither human nor ghost. Even with a broken body, as long as my soul endures, I can still survive. You have ruined my plans; I will take you down with me.”
“No matter how many people you kill, you won't achieve your goals. The Necromancer cannot be revived; it's a certainty that he will die.”
“What does he want?”
“The Undead are vengeful spirits of those who died with hatred, and the Necromancer is a derivative of such beings. His aim is likely to use these spirits to resurrect himself and confront the underworld.”
“So that's why you used Miasma to devour their souls?”
“Exactly.” Qi Zhi narrowed his eyes, watching the poised Necromancer. He placed me beside him and drew a circle around us with his Dragon Spear. “Stay here and don’t come out. I’ll handle this quickly and take you home.”
The Necromancer extended his arms, two black holes appearing in his palms. The holes grew larger, and from them emerged numerous souls, each one an Azure Fang, charging toward Qi Zhi.
Holding the Dragon Spear, Qi Zhi fought against the souls. It was the first time I saw him in battle; his tall figure moved with a beautiful arc as he effortlessly dispatched one vengeful spirit after another with practiced skill.
Suddenly, the Necromancer hurled something at Qi Zhi. As it hit the ground, it began to grow larger, filling the air with a beastly aura. The Qiongqi transformed back into its original towering form, letting out a series of furious roars.
Crimson eyes glinted, fur bristling, and a gaping maw exuded the stench of blood.
He had eaten a person; that was the taste of raw flesh.
I looked at Qiongqi and began to understand why the Necromancer wanted to take him away—it was for control.
Regardless, Qiongqi was an Ancient Beast, immensely powerful. Although I didn’t know how Jun Chong had managed to subdue Qiongqi, he had spent a long time recuperating for this moment. If he could command Qiongqi, then the Necromancer would become even stronger.
I nervously bit my lip as I watched Qiongqi charge at Qi Yi, while the Necromancer concealed himself behind Qi Yi, preparing to strike unexpectedly. If Qi Yi were injured, Qiongqi would be able to devour him.
Just as everything unfolded according to plan, the imposing roar of Qiongqi diminished, and its body shrank back down to the size of a pet, curling up on the ground and pitifully licking its own paws.
"What’s happening? This... this is impossible! I clearly provided him with plenty of resentment and raw meat; he shouldn’t be disobedient."
"Pets have always listened only to their masters. If I haven’t given him any commands, how could he possibly obey you? Necromancer, this game should end here."
A familiar voice stirred the currents of air as Jun Chong, clad in a bright red robe, descended from above and landed beside me.
Three Thousand Black Strands danced around him like manifestations of fury, rising and falling continuously. His handsome face was shrouded in darkness, with only the downward curve of his lips betraying his extreme displeasure.
"Dare to touch my woman? You must be tired of living. Even if her blood is delicious, it belongs solely to me. And you—having harmed her—will find that death is not your only consequence."
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