Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Chapter 96

Azhi removed the dressing from her eyes and realized she had moved to a different spot.

This was a completely unfamiliar room, a completely enclosed room. The door was closed, the windows were covered by heavy curtains, but the room was brightly lit by candlelight.

Here, it's impossible to tell whether it's day or night.

My whole body felt uncomfortable; every part of me seemed to retain the sensation of being roughly touched. But the pain couldn't compare to the strange sensation coming from below.

It felt very uncomfortable there, as if there was something still inside. Azhi clutched her lower abdomen and curled up.

Her eyes welled up with tears again, wishing it were just a nightmare.

It would be better to just be eaten.

Why hasn't 000 come back yet? Yoriichi hasn't come back either. Did he run into trouble like her? But they're both pretty strong, so they should be fine.

Ah Zhi wiped away her tears, quickly realizing she had no time to worry about them anymore.

There was a commotion; the man-eating ghost had arrived.

The heavy, slow footsteps pounded on the ground, each sound tugging at A-Zhi's nerves. Her face turned pale instantly, and she closed her eyes, shrinking into a small ball.

The footsteps stopped in front of him, and after a while, he abruptly asked, "Awake?"

Ah Zhi pretended not to hear, deceiving herself.

But both the cloth that was now lying aside, which should have been placed on her eyes to reduce swelling, and her unnaturally trembling eyelashes, revealed her completely.

She has absolutely no talent for disguise.

Kokushibo didn't expose her. He sat down and looked at Aori's profile, which was turned away from him.

Azhi dug a hole for herself. Her inability to see made her hearing and senses more acute. She heard the sound of the evil spirit's clothes rubbing together and felt a strong sense of being watched.

This made her freeze.

Without warning, Kokushibo flipped the person over.

He reached out his hand, lingering on Azhi's cheek for a moment as if simply stroking it, then slowly stroked her swollen lips, his fingertips pressing out a soft curve there.

Finally, the trail descended to the neck, where a distinct and alluring red mark was imprinted.

Ah Zhi couldn't hold on any longer. She opened her eyes, frantically clutching her collar, her fingers clenched tightly, her voice trembling with sobs: "No..."

Previously, although the ghost did not eat her, it tore off her clothes and did some terrible things.

Under the candlelight, Kokushibo's face became clearer, and his six dark gold demonic eyes became even more striking.

Looking into those eyes, Azhi couldn't even look away; she didn't dare move, too terrified to utter a sound.

"I'll apply the medicine for you." Kokushibo opened a box, his slender fingers pulling back the blanket covering Aori, revealing the last layer of protection.

The original pure white wedding dress was completely ruined. Kokushibo first took Azhi away from the Jiguo Mansion, and she was already in a daze when they arrived here.

Kokushibo wiped her body and changed her into a light dress.

After waking up, Zhi tossed and turned under the covers several times. Her loosely tied belt was no longer neat, and her clothes became very messy, so messy that they could hardly cover anything.

But she was so engrossed in fear that she didn't notice what was happening to her.

Fingerprints were left on his exposed legs when he was emotionally agitated.

Kokushibo had already tried his best to restrain himself, but he still inevitably left marks. And because Aori's skin was too fair, these marks were made even more obvious.

Azhi didn't trust ghosts. She was terrified, her eyelashes trembling. She pushed him away with her other hand while desperately shrinking back.

This is of no use.

Kokushibo first grabbed the hand that Aori offered, and rubbed his ointment-covered fingers over her reddened wrist, leaving a cool sensation to relieve the heat and swelling.

Then the other areas were covered; any place with marks was taken care of.

Finally, they arrived at a secluded spot.

With the hem of his clothes lifted up slightly, Kokushibo accurately found the position. Before he could even begin, his wrist was clamped between his tightly pressed legs.

But it didn't significantly affect his hand movements.

Azhi's eyes widened suddenly, and then she began to shake her head frantically, her breathing becoming uneven, her tear-stained face showing unbearable pain.

"I'm all better...no need..."

The hand that was originally pressed against the demon's chest in resistance has somehow changed from being to holding onto the demon's clothes due to the constant torment below.

The roughness of her embedded fingertips hurt her terribly.

The well-made fabric was wrinkled due to external force, and each of the slender white fingers was exerting force with difficulty, while the stray hairs at the temples were slightly damp with sweat.

"Alright." After an unknown amount of time, Kokushibo straightened up and slowly wiped his damp fingers with a handkerchief.

Azhi was still unable to think, hugging the blanket to catch her breath, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and there were a few tear streaks on her slightly red cheeks.

She looks so well-behaved now, like you can do anything to her.

Kokushibo's eyes flickered, and he leaned forward again, pressing his knees onto the tatami mat.

It wasn't until his aggressive body transformed into a cage, forcefully occupying most of the space, that Aori realized how incredibly close she and Kokushibo were.

A large hand gripped her waist, and the aura of a demon swept over her forcefully—it was a very expensive incense.

Azhi was trapped by his arms, her back pressed against the wall, with no room to retreat. She couldn't help but sob, "Don't do this..."

It's another rejection.

Kokushibo gripped Aori's face, his gloomy emotions conveyed through his words: "You are my wife, I am your husband, why not?"

A passionate kiss followed, giving her no chance to refuse.

Sharp teeth rubbed against the lips, causing a slight pain. The jaw was quickly pried open, and the warm mouth was completely invaded, taking away the saliva in the mouth.

This was far too intense, far beyond what A-Zhi could handle. She had never received any gradual instruction, and her only experience came from the ghost in front of her.

I really can't breathe.

As if knowing her limits, the demon would occasionally restrain itself, allowing Azhi to absorb plenty of oxygen, which resulted in intermittent sobs and whimpers.

When it was over, Azhi's mouth seemed unable to close, her tongue and lips ached, her cheeks were flushed, and her neck, which had been tilted back for a long time, was sore and uncomfortable.

But Kokushibo seemed fine; his breathing was just rapid, and he even wanted to lean down again because of the excitement that had been ignited.

Azhi felt utterly weak and stopped pushing him away in vain. Instead, she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, and said in a distressed and broken voice, "How did you become like this?"

The evil spirit made no attempt to conceal itself.

He hadn't changed his clothes; he was still wearing that dark purple coat. He also hadn't changed his way of speaking; his voice was still deep and his speech was still slow.

His facial features remained exactly the same as before, except for the spreading markings and the terrifying, inhuman six eyes, which definitively proved that he had become a ghost.

Adding to what was said earlier, even the slow-witted Azhi could see this cold and undeniable fact clearly.

Why have you become like this?

The last time we met, he was still the composed and courteous city lord.

Azhi wept, feeling a sense of despair, but unlike the despair she had felt before when she thought she would be eaten by a ghost, this was a completely unfamiliar and unmanageable despair.

She tilted her head back, tears sliding down to the tip of her chin and dripping onto the back of Kokushibo's hand.

“…”

“I am no longer Kokushibo, but Kokushibo.” Kokushibo pulled back slightly, staring at Aori with an unwavering resolve in his eyes. “But the relationship between us will never change.”

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Far from the mountain cabin, Yoriichi Tsugikuni discovered a clue, and the scene that unfolded before him was shocking.

The scene was a mess; the thick ancient tree had been snapped in half by the violent force, revealing the pale wooden cross-section with mottled bloodstains on it.

Following the trail of blood, the soil there was completely soaked in blood, turning a terrifying reddish-brown, and the strong smell of blood assaulted the senses.

One can imagine that a fierce battle took place here.

In addition, two powerful ghostly energies filled this space, so dense that they were almost tangible, cold, and viscous.

One was imbued with pure malice and decay, while the other was bursting with new life...

Yoriichi Tsugikuni felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a cold hand. His usually compassionate and calm eyes clearly reflected deep pain and a suffocating helplessness.

The raven crow let out a short cry, and Yoriichi Tsugikuni whispered a few words. The black bird then flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.

The aura left behind by a ghost will fade over time and dissipate under the sun.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni didn't delay any longer and increased his speed to the maximum, arriving at the mountain cabin under the guidance of the demonic energy.

The hut was reduced to ruins.

The thick roof was ripped off, broken walls were scattered around, and everything inside the house—the stone hearth, the wooden low couch—was crushed.

It was as if a raging beast, filled with a mad, all-consuming hatred, was ruthlessly destroying this place.

But it wasn't a giant beast; it was a ghost.

Everything here has been left behind, except for one thing.

The white hat left behind by A-Zhi is missing.

—A-Zhi!

An unprecedented panic overwhelmed Yoriichi Tsugikuni, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing headlong towards Tsugikuni Castle without regard for anything else.

When he arrived, panting, he saw only a mansion filled with a sinister, ghostly aura.

The ghosts lingered here the longest.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni stood in the magnificent room, his gaze fixed on the bed.

The pillow lay on the floor, the bedding was crumpled and disheveled, and the dried liquid on the light-colored sheets had stained them dark. Along the edges of the sheets, there were several clear scratch marks left from a struggle...

"ah--"

The maid, who had been hiding in the shadows of the pillars and trying to keep her presence low, was startled by the terrifying aura emanating from Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni appeared in front of her instantly: "Did you hear anything?"

"As it was getting dark, the city lord returned. He went into the lady's room, and then... from inside came... the lady..."

The maid stammered, her eyes filled with utter horror, "That's not the city lord, that's a monster... He... He has six eyes..."

Dawn broke through the sky from the east, completely dispelling the darkness that had enveloped the Jiguo Mansion.

In this ever-increasing fervor of divine might, the filth and coldness left behind by the evil spirits vanished into nothingness.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni stood there, his wisps of hair falling across his forehead, casting a deep shadow on his eyelids.