Chapter 95: What a bad luck
The cold mist was swirling around the street corner, and the talisman on Ye Xiang's fingertips suddenly emitted a strange purple light.
"Something's wrong..."
Ye Xiang cursed softly, and the dagger in his sleeve was already tightly grasped in his hand.
At this moment, the air suddenly trembled violently, and an invisible pressure came down from the sky.
He looked up and saw Yeluvis, with his black robe fluttering, standing at the top. His amber pupils were fixed on his ghost slave.
The cold light penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on Yeluweisi's face, making the arc of his lips look particularly cold.
"So it's you."
The hoarse voice carried a murderous intent like an icy blade.
"The ant that slipped through my fingers actually refined my soul into a puppet?"
The ghost slave suddenly let out a sharp scream, and black mist surged around him like boiling ink.
Ye Xiang could clearly feel the familiar yet unfamiliar power in its body struggling violently.
That was the pressure from the underworld, the same cold and chilling aura as that on Yeluvis.
At this moment, in the thin yin energy of the world of the living, the ghost slave could no longer maintain his perfect disguise. A dark red totem exactly the same as Yeluvisi's gradually emerged on his neck, flickering with his breathing.
"Make it easy for me to find you"
Yeluvis' fingertips slashed through the void, and dark red chains broke through the air.
"You dare to touch my soul, you bastard should be crushed into powder!"
The chain brushed past Ye Xiang's ear, leaving a charred groove on the wall.
Ye Xiang never expected that his ghost slave was actually the spirit of a ghost or god!
Ye Xiang threw out three soul-soothing talismans with his backhand, and the talismans turned into a giant golden net in the air, barely blocking the second wave of attacks.
He gritted his teeth and stared at the murderous intent in Yeluvis's eyes, and finally understood why the ghost slave was suddenly agitated today.
That is the origin's instinctive devouring of the separated soul.
Yeluvis's bony fingers had already touched the flickering soul mark on the ghost slave's forehead, and the dark red spiritual power condensed into chains along his fingertips.
"Now that I have caught you, don't even think about escaping."
Ye Xiang felt that the ghost slave's perception was being forcibly taken away from his body. His face turned pale, but he had no strength.
Suddenly, a strong stench of decay and a dark blue spell came from the side.
Renly rushed out like a ghost with a poisoned dagger in his hand, and the cold light pointed directly at the throat of the unsuspecting Shen Qingze.
"Chop suey!"
Yeluvis' pupils suddenly shrank, and the chains formed by the scarlet spiritual power instantly turned.
The dagger collided with the spiritual power, emitting a dazzling purple light. Renly took the opportunity to throw out three smoke bombs.
Thick black fog rolled in like a tide, and in the smoke mixed with the smell of sulfur, Renly's arrogant laughter was faintly visible.
"See you next time!"
The black fog spread instantly, and the figures of Renly and Ye Xiang quickly disappeared.
The engines of three black commercial vehicles roared in the fog, and the sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground came from near and far.
Yeluvis waved away the smoke, only to see the empty alleyway littered with broken charms and charred potholes;
The traces of the fierce battle just now glowed with a strange phosphorescence in the dim light, and only the lingering smell of blood in the air proved that a fierce battle had taken place here.
"Qing Ze, are you okay?"
The violent aura slowly receded from Yeluvis' body. He turned around and looked at Shen Qingze, who was still in shock.
"fine"
Pale fingertips gently stroked the other's red eyes, leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of his head, and whispered with the remaining warmth of the hellfire on his lips,
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Before he finished speaking, his figure had turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the dissipating morning mist, leaving only a warm mark of spiritual power, gently flickering between Shen Qingze's brows.
Shen Qing forced himself to be alert. The moment he bit his fingertips, the smell of blood exploded between his teeth.
He forced himself to press the blood onto the blood rune on his wrist, and the burning pain rushed along his meridians to his forehead.
Spiritual energy rushed through his body like a flood, and the scene before his eyes was gradually covered with a bloody veil.
The various sounds seemed to be transmitted vaguely into my ears through a thick curtain of water.
"hateful...."
The light from the runes stung his eyes. He staggered and held onto the wall, digging his nails deep into the cracks in the bricks to barely stand.
The backlash of the blood pact surged like a tide, my temples throbbed, a fishy and sweet feeling surged in my throat, and every breath was like swallowing broken glass.
The Blood Contract Summoner consumes his own spirit. The longer the summon lasts, the greater the loss.
He didn't even see Yeluvis's figure clearly. He just felt a gust of wind passing by, and he fell to the ground the next second.
The vibration of the ground mixed with the sound of footsteps coming from far away.
Shen Qing raised his head with difficulty and saw the driver lying on his back on the ground not far away.
The black fog was dissipating quickly, and the light from the street lamps shone again, illuminating the flashing police lights at the alley and the police officers approaching with guns.
"Here! Call an ambulance!"
The leading police officer held up a flashlight and shone it over, sweeping across Shen Qingze's bloodstained clothes and his pale face.
"Counselor Shen! Are you okay?!"
"What happened?!"
He tried to explain, but only let out broken gasps.
The tinnitus became louder and louder, and his legs went weak and he was about to fall, but fortunately he was caught by a police officer with quick eyes and hands.
"The injured is in critical condition! Go back to the police station first!"
The electric sound of the intercom mixed with chaotic instructions,
When Shen Qingze was put into the police car, he took a last look at the black fog dissipating in the distance, and there seemed to be a faint scent of the red spider lily on Yeluvis's body.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his consciousness floating in the darkness, the only sound in his ears being the long wail of sirens tearing through the night sky.
What bad luck.
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When Ye Xiang broke open the door of the underground palace, his shoulders were already soaked in blood.
Renly swung the bloody silver whip, and the chandelier in the dome shook, splitting the two people's embarrassed figures into broken shadows.
"Why?"
Ye Xiang grabbed Renly's collar, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"My ghost slave... turned out to be..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and a taste of rust rose in his throat. The screams of the ghost slaves when they broke free from control during the street fight just now were still echoing in his ears.
Renly sneered, shook off his hand, and rolled over the broken soul fire lamp on the ground with his leather boots.
"Xiao Ye, your ghost slave just released too much ghost energy at once, and the aura couldn't be covered, so he was exposed."
He pulled out the copper bell from his waist and struck it heavily on his palm.
"If your ghost slave is really the spirit of the ghost king, then he will most likely come back to take away what belongs to him."
"You'd better not show up in public too much."
Ye Xiang took a half step back, and his back hit the cold stone coffin.
He thought of the dark red totem that appeared on the ghost slave's neck. It was the mark of the origin of Yeluvis's soul.
Renly's words pierced his eardrums like a venomous snake.
"He just wants to take back his soul today, but next time he'll come for your life."
"Then we..."
"There won't be a next time."
Renly suddenly came closer, and his breath sprayed on Ye Xiang's face.
“Our plans must be accelerated.”
Before he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the corridor, with his men following closely behind him like dark shadows.
The footsteps gradually disappeared in the sound of dripping water, and Ye Xiang sat slumped in the mess on the ground.
Mixed with his heavy breathing, he touched the cold sweat on his forehead and finally understood.
The so-called ghost slave contract is nothing more than a sword of Damocles hanging over your head.
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