Chapter 7 007 Lick Me Clean
"Sir, I finally found you..."
The sand ghost's melancholy voice was so close that it seemed as if they were in the same room.
Zhuang Rong'er's body, which had just warmed up, froze again.
There was an imitation moon bead among the pile of things she had placed on the ground earlier.
At this moment, the faint glow emitted by the bead dispelled the absolute darkness deep in the cave, and also allowed them to see a pale ghost face folded down at the entrance of the cave.
The sand ghost looks like a woman in her twenties or thirties, with a bun and delicate features. However, her eyes are only black, without a trace of white.
She hung at the entrance of the cave with only her head lowered. After she stopped sobbing, an intoxicated expression appeared on her face. She kept taking deep breaths and narrowed her lifeless eyes.
"Master, if you hide here, it will be easy for me to find you... I can't be mistaken. This is the scent I long for day and night, yours!" She smiled and said, "And if there are any strangers lost in the desert, I am willing to lead you back."
Who is she calling "sir"?
Her behavior was very different from the sand ghost that Zhuang Rong'er had heard of.
Zhuang Rong'er was horrified and just as she was about to stand up, a pair of hands covered her mouth and nose.
She was stunned for a moment and immediately held her breath.
Ah Huai's palm, with a little warmth, gently covered her face. Zhuang Rong'er's senses were focused on that spot. She slowly remembered that the sand ghost recognized people by their breath, and those dark eyes were completely useless.
When ordinary people die, their souls return to the underworld. However, some who have received Taoist teachings before their death will turn into evil spirits on the spot. They need monks to capture and enlighten them so that they will not wander around and do evil.
The Sand Ghost had her eyes destroyed and was buried alive. Because she died of suffocation, she particularly liked to tease her prey, making them hold their breath as she chased them, and then die from the suffocation due to a forced breath.
Zhuang Rong'er was a little surprised that Ah Huai knew all this. She thought he was a blank slate.
The sand ghost was not an ordinary ghost that was easy to encounter. If she had not been to Quicksand City before, she would not have understood its habits.
Ah Huai didn't know everything about the sand ghost as Zhuang Rong'er thought. He just noticed the ghost's lifeless eyes, breathing movements, and sniffing expression.
He therefore held his breath and waited, while helping Zhuang Rong'er cover her mouth and nose.
He felt offended as soon as he made a move, so when he felt the warm airflow in his palm stop, he immediately retracted his hand.
From the moment he realized he was holding his breath, Sha Gui's smile stopped and his face became a little gloomy.
She came in from the cave entrance, climbing up the edge of the cave with her head down, like some kind of reptile, which made people feel very cold.
"Haha, Master, you don't allow me to see you. Do you want to play with me? Of course I should accompany you."
As she spoke, her figure suddenly disappeared.
When ghosts want to scare people, they will deliberately let people see them. When they choose to hide their bodies, the mortal eyes can only be fooled by their invisibility. They have to guess their whereabouts based on the details, and then become more frightened by their own discoveries.
For example, a candle that suddenly goes out, an inkstone that falls out of nowhere, a window that is open without wind, and a knock on the door in the middle of the night.
For example, at this moment - the drag marks left by the friction of sand on the ground are pointing directly towards Zhuang Rong'er and A Huai.
Even though Wu Heng was still foolishly revealing his heavy breathing, the Sand Ghost completely ignored him.
Or you could regard it as a direction indicator to confirm that Zhuang Rong'er and the other person who had smelled the breath before were on the opposite side of the centipede.
Judging from this targeted posture, it is obvious who the "master" that Sha Gui is talking about is.
Zhuang Rong'er's face became even uglier.
Wu Heng seemed to have reacted as well. After staying still for a moment, he took advantage of the fact that he was not being taken seriously and rushed out of the cave along the edge of the cave. A huge centipede escaped alone.
The objects on the ground were knocked to pieces by something invisible. The cheap rouge mirror flew into the air and opened on its own. There was no one in the direction the mirror was pointing, but there were finger marks on the rouge.
Zhuang Rong'er's chest heaved violently. She put her arms around Ah Huai's waist and quickly turned him over. The little snake cleverly went in the opposite direction, making countless noises as it crawled. However, the sand ghost was completely unaffected. The next second, the rouge mirror was thrown back to their original position.
"Master, have you forgotten me in this vast desert just because you have a new companion?" The sand ghost sneered, his speech becoming increasingly slow, but his voice became sharp and filled with resentment. "You saved me and brought me across, but why won't you come to see me? I've waited for a hundred years..."
Looking at the half piece of rouge on the ground, Zhuang Rong'er's fingers suddenly tightened.
She already hated this kind of moment of passively hiding in a small space and being treated like prey, as this would bring some of her dusty memories to light.
And the words that came out of the sand ghost's mouth pierced her heart, stabbing it repeatedly.
It is not difficult to guess that the so-called "official" is Jing Huai.
Even the sand ghost mistook Ah Huai for him.
She had no doubt that Jing Huai had saved a sand ghost just like he had saved a tiny butterfly.
He has a very clear and delicate heart and is always willing to lend a helping hand as long as the other party is innocent enough and in enough pain.
She had the good fortune to experience it a few times, but she was not a special existence. She was just an ordinary one among the thousands of lives saved by Jing Huai.
Zhuang Rong'er had a blank expression on her face, and her whole body was shaking slightly.
The sand ghost still appears here as a sand ghost because she has let Jing Huai down.
Whether it was removing the Taoist magic from her body, freeing her from control and returning her to the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld, or helping her escape a fatal blow and casting a rebirth spell to dispel her obsession, Jing Huai definitely "saved her and delivered her" as she said.
How can this be?
How can you still feel resentment towards Jing Huai?
A hundred years... Doesn't she know that a hundred years ago, Jing Huai had died for the people of the world, his body gone and his soul vanished?
Ah Huai keenly felt that something was wrong with the people around him.
She no longer held her breath, but was breathing slowly, her body trembling, but the trembling did not seem to be out of fear.
He hesitated for only a moment, then immediately began to breathe, broke away from Zhuang Rong'er, and rolled to the other end.
Although he didn't know why, the sand ghost targeted him.
He intended to divert the danger away, and the sand ghost really showed up and chased him relentlessly, but he saw Zhuang Rong'er suddenly stand up with a cold expression.
She picked up the peach wood sword on the ground. It was a children's toy that the little paper man had bought earlier.
The sword was roughly shaped, with rounded edges all over, and it posed no danger at all. Even though it was made of peach wood, which ghosts disliked, it would not have made the sand ghost feel threatened at all.
But the moment the air began to be filled with the smell of blood, the sand ghost's nerves immediately tensed up. However, she crouched low beside Ah Huai's legs, greedily unwilling to dodge, and even tried to reach out and touch the owner of the body she had been thinking about day and night.
The smell of blood came from a fresh wound on Zhuang Rong'er's arm. She raised her arm and hung it over the sword. The flowing blood made the peach wood wet, hot and sticky.
Just as the sand ghost touched Ah Huai, the blood-soaked sword also rushed forward and stabbed straight into her hand.
The smooth tip of the sword should not have caused any damage, but it pierced through the hands and gently rested on Ah Huai's leg bones.
The sand ghost cried out in pain and flew backwards with his broken hand, covering his disabled hand. He finally looked Zhuang Rong'er in the face with an expression of surprise and fear, and sniffed repeatedly.
Zhuang Rong'er frowned as she looked at the wrinkles on Ah Huai's clothes, then drew her sword again and stabbed at the sand ghost's waist and abdomen.
The sand ghost wanted to hide, but the cave was not spacious, and the extremely dangerous sword kept biting her, and she was hit again in just one or two seconds.
She let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, with burn marks spreading around the stab wound.
"Master, master, save me..." She was still howling with increasingly weak strength, the words that Zhuang Rong'er hated the most.
A few faint rays of morning light began to appear at the entrance of the cave.
The sand ghost rolled and struggled on the ground for a while, then disappeared in the quicksand, leaving only a pool of black mud on the ground.
Zhuang Rong'er loosened her grip and let the sword fall directly.
She was silent, turned her head and looked down at Ah Huai who was trying to stand up but seemed to have injured his leg and was a little struggling. She looked at him for a few seconds before walking over, kneeling beside him, pushing him back, and stretching out her bloody arm in front of him.
Drops of blood flowed down her fair white wrist and dripped onto Ah Huai's clothes in front of him.
"Lick it for me." She said slowly, "Lick all the blood for me."
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Ah Huai's gaze lingered on her wound for a moment, he lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips, her expression unclear.
She then raised her arm, just like when she was feeding him water, and placed the wound close to Ah Huai's lips, less than a finger joint away.
The heat and blood were blowing against his face, but Ah Huai was absorbed in noticing the white snake twisting wildly on the wet and bloody sand.
It was wrapped around the front end of the peach wood sword on the ground, occasionally licking the red sand with its tongue. Its body kept arching and tightening, excited and obsessed.
His fingers moved unconsciously and his gaze returned to Zhuang Rong'er's calm face.
"I'll bandage you." He whispered, gently holding Zhuang Rong'er's sleeve.
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