Chapter 21: Night Walker 2: If he only smiles at you, you'll be so scared that you'll roll over...
With a loud "clang"!
Linghu Yan held his knife horizontally, barely blocking a pair of ghost claws, but he was already at the end of his strength, and his spiritual power was trembling.
He was so angry that his teeth were itching and he spat out blood foam from his mouth. He turned his head to look at the little girl and became even more furious.
Ji Lingche only dodged and did not attack. He pulled him to bear the knife and used it as a cushion on his back without any mercy. He had no intention of caring about his life or death. He was very cunning.
Linghu Yan is conceited and smart, and has always been smooth. No matter how demons fight each other or how the noble families fight against each other, he is good at maneuvering and can protect himself. No matter how other sects and families flutter, the Linghu family has remained prosperous for many years.
He had never drawn the Moon-Calling Blade in front of others before, let alone going through such a dangerous situation where his life was hanging by a thread!
He turned his head to avoid the bite of a huge mouth, and cold, sticky saliva dripped onto his neck. Linghu Yan sneered: "When I die, let's see who you drag down with you!"
Ji Lingche stepped aside and said, "Hey, let me ask you, how did you know I was going into the city? Where did you get the key?"
"...But, looking at you like this, I think you're being coerced by someone. Who is that person?"
Linghu Yan snorted coldly: "Go and guess for yourself!"
While speaking, Linghu Yan was distracted, and suddenly a ghost stretched out its long tongue and stabbed towards Linghu Yan's eyeballs, as fast as lightning!
He had no time to dodge, the scarlet tip of the tongue reflected in his suddenly shrinking pupils, and was about to gouge out his eyeballs in the next moment!
A burst of spiritual power shot out, instantly cutting off the tongue. Ji Lingche grabbed Linghu Yan's collar and quickly retreated. She said with a smile, "Master Linghu, why don't you take out your good stuff now?"
"Do I have to hide it until you die?"
Linghu Yan was startled, then gritted his teeth and sneered, "Little bastard."
He took out two pills from his arms, hesitated for a moment, and finally threw one to her, snorting coldly: "Ghost Pills, there are only these two, which can cover up the vitality of the living. The effect lasts for two hours. If you can't leave the city when the time is up, you will die."
Just as the two swallowed the medicine, the evil spirit that was rushing towards them suddenly stopped, was confused for a moment, and then began to rush around like a headless fly.
Ji Lingche and the other man stepped aside and watched quietly. The group of ghosts seemed not to see them. They groped and scratched everywhere, but when they couldn't find anything, they dispersed!
Their anger subsided and they wandered the streets like ghosts. Soon, they all returned to their original ways.
Ji Lingche leaned against a pillar and carefully observed this place - Fengdu Ghost City, whose name he had heard of for a long time.
I saw that the city still retained its original appearance, but it was splattered with blood everywhere, and the scarlet splattered everywhere, looking eerie and terrifying.
The blood that was sprayed nearly five hundred years ago has not dried up. It drips from everywhere and flows slowly. The wood has not rotted, and the buildings have maintained the appearance before the imperial city was massacred, as if the tragedy only happened last night.
Those ghosts seemed to be still alive, continuing to carry on with their previous livelihoods, coming and going, unaware that they were dead, just like ordinary people.
If you can ignore the horrific injuries on their bodies.
A male ghost passed by with a broken gun stuck in his abdomen, carrying a basket of rotten meat that came from nowhere, and the basket made a squeaking sound.
Opposite her stood a ghost woman, with only half an arm left. She set up her stall with one hand and made a hoarse ghostly cry to attract "travelers"...
This bizarre sight makes one's scalp tingle, and no matter how strong one's mind is, one will inevitably feel a chill down one's spine and the hair stand on end.
Ji Lingche couldn't help but take a step back, only to feel the slippery ground under her feet. She looked down and saw half of the tongue moving and climbing up her boots.
She hissed and kicked the tongue away, and it fell to the ground sticky.
Although no light could penetrate, one could still see things with ease. Only wisps of fluorescent light were seen floating in the air.
Some of the ghosts' bodies were also sparkling, and glowing holes could be vaguely seen, with fluorescent maggots crawling in and out of them.
This thing is called a corpse firefly. It parasitizes on ghosts and slowly devours them. Finally, when the ghost is completely destroyed and disappears, it will look for a new host.
Linghu Yan had no time to look at these things.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, ignored the scars all over his body, and wiped his already bent knife with his sleeve with pity. This magical weapon had long since developed a spirit and had accompanied its master through life and death.
Anyone would feel heartbroken when seeing his weapon damaged, let alone his own magical weapon.
Linghu Yan's face was gloomy. Ji Lingche looked at him and said with a smile, "Master Linghu, there's no need to be angry. I didn't mean to drag you into this. It was you who schemed against me first."
Linghu Yan laughed angrily: "Oh? You almost killed me, but now it's my fault?!"
Ji Lingche laughed and said, "You definitely don't have this Yinhun Pill. It must have been given to you by someone else."
"That person asked you to find the key to the city gate, and then asked you to give these two pills along with the key to anyone entering the city, right?"
She looked at Linghu Yan with a teasing smile: "But you secretly withheld these two pills."
Linghu Yan secretly took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "So what?"
Yinhun Pills are the most forbidden medicine in the Immortal Alliance. They are priceless and more rare than any other elixir in the world.
With this thing, you will be like a ghost, without any life. As long as you hide your body, you can come and go freely, and no one will be able to detect your whereabouts.
Moreover, since most formations are triggered by anger, a Yinhun Pill will make all formation barriers ineffective against it. It is indeed a weapon for escape and a must-have for doing bad things!
Ji Lingche smiled and said, "Master Linghu, a gentleman should obtain things in a proper way. You are being really immoral by doing this."
"Since you want to trick me, I will just return it to you. I will show you what it's like to be in Fengdu City without the Ghost Pill."
Linghu Yan scoffed, his fox eyes narrowed, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes: "That's wrong."
"I was coerced into this mess, and I was unwilling to do so. Taking kickbacks from it is only natural."
Ji Lingche nodded and smiled: "You are right——"
"That's why I saved you just now!"
Linghu Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "My sword is broken, and I have returned the elixir to you. Is my debt to you settled now?"
Ji Lingche said: "Wait a minute, you haven't answered the question I just asked you——"
"First, who is the person who asked you to deliver the key?"
"Second, why do you have the key to enter the city?"
Linghu Yan had put away the long sword and was staring at her with a pair of cold and beautiful eyes, revealing a meaningful smile.
He smiled and said, "How about we make a trade? First, tell me who you are."
Ji Lingche smiled and said, "Forget it then. Anyway, that person will come to me sooner or later."
After saying this, she turned and walked away, saying as she walked, "Master Linghu, you can go or stay as you wish. I won't see you off."
Linghu Yan followed her slowly, saying quietly, "This ghost town is one where you can't return. You let me stay or go as I please, but in reality, you're just throwing me away after I'm done with it, leaving me to fend for myself?"
Ji Lingche didn't turn around and said lazily, "I'll kill him but not bury him."
"Whether you can get out alive is your own destiny."
Linghu Yan gritted his teeth, feeling that the man in front of him was as difficult to deal with as a piece of meat on a rolling knife. He even felt a sense of déjà vu and fear. He gritted his teeth and said, "At most, I am not kind."
"And you are the truly wicked one!"
Ji Lingche smiled and said, "Thank you for letting me do that, Master Linghu."
Linghu Yan held a small dagger in his hand. With a "click" sound, he pushed half of the dagger out and said in a stern tone, "Although I, Linghu, have a good temper, it doesn't mean I am always patient. Tell me, if I kill you quietly here, will anyone know?"
Ji Lingche said frankly: "If you dare, you would have done it long ago."
The reason why Linghu Yan repeatedly tested her identity was to determine whether he could kill her or use her as a stepping stone to escape from the city.
Linghu Yan stared at the swift and elusive golden figure and sneered for a long time, "My dear nephew, if you try to play tricks on me, don't blame me for being rude."
"I'll ask you one last time."
He thrust out the entire dagger, and a cold light flashed across the blade. Upon hearing this, Ji Lingche stopped and tilted his head slightly—
The knife flashed across her dark pupils, and the snow-white blade was instantly against her throat!
Linghu Yan came close to her, a pair of fox eyes staring at him, beautiful but sinister. His eyes curved with a smile, just like a red-haired fox staring at its prey.
He said word by word: "Who are you?"
Ji Lingche stared at him lazily, then suddenly smiled and said, "I told you long ago that you shouldn't ask too many questions. You've completely forgotten everything I taught you."
"Linghu Ciyou, you haven't made any progress in all these years."
Linghu...Ciyou?!
How did she know...
Linghu Yan looked at her, and suddenly, he felt like something exploded in his head.
He was stunned when Ji Lingche suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang!
He was horrified and shook his hand off her.
A chilling fear filled his body, and he broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but take a step back.
Ji Lingche pressed on, whispering word by word, "Ciyou, is your uncle Linghu Yan still alive?"
Linghu Ciyou's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.
Ji Lingche smiled faintly and said, "Ah... I killed my uncle, replaced him, became him, and transformed into his appearance. I pretended to be like him for decades, and it was flawless—"
"You're so brave to do it right away, Sister Ciyou. Even I admire you."
If anyone else heard these words, they would be dumbfounded and point at Linghu Ciyou and curse: You are a despicable person who killed your uncle to seize power and is obsessed with money!
No one would have thought that the powerful and capable Linghu Patriarch had actually been replaced by someone else?!
Still a woman.
——His niece.
Linghu Ciyou understood everything completely. Her throat was rolling, and after a long while, she finally uttered, "...Master, Master?!"
There is only one person in this world who knows about that incident.
It was also that person who helped her kill her uncle Jiu, whom she hated to the core.
In return, she gave the Linghu family's forbidden weapon, the fox gallbladder.
Later, she heard that the evil man had died, which was a great relief to everyone.
She felt really sorry for that person for a while, but she finally breathed a sigh of relief, because this secret would be buried forever and ever with that person's death...
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Linghu Jin, you don't seem very happy to see me?"
Linghu Jin retreated repeatedly, and the transformation magic on his body gradually faded away, revealing the appearance of a woman.
It was still that pair of beautiful fox eyes. These eyes would look cold and elegant on a man, but too sharp on a woman's face, making her look cunning and shrewd. She held her pointed chin high as she stared at Ji Lingche without blinking, her whole body trembling slightly.
She moved her throat and finally said, "Your return is truly a great gift to the world of cultivation."
"I really don't know what to say..."
Ji Lingche smiled evilly: "You have been asking me who I am. Now I tell you, are you satisfied?"
Linghu Jin stopped fighting, clenched his hands, and trembled uncontrollably.
Linghu Jin was afraid of her, always had been.
She was really afraid of her sparkling eyes...
She had witnessed the evil nature of this demon with her own eyes, had witnessed her slaughtering all the noble families in one night, and had witnessed the silver butterflies filling the sky that night.
That night, the demon stood alone on the mountain, facing the night wind, with a pair of eyes like this.
Now these eyes are staring at him with a smile.
At this moment, it was clear that the person was so weak in a body without a foundation.
But the pressure and fear brought to her made all her previous plans and momentum pale in comparison, and her mind became blank.
really.
Sure enough, some people, just standing at a distance and smiling at you, will make you feel creepy, scared to the point of rolling around and unable to sleep all night.
......
Qu Wu Ji looked at the silver butterfly that landed on his hand.
He didn't move.
My hands felt cold, and the chill swept through my body, as if I fell into an ice cave, and every inch of my meridians was frozen.
But he still didn't move.
He watched helplessly as the silver butterfly transformed into a strand of silver thread and suddenly pierced into the back of his hand. The silver thread, as if craving blood, probed deep into his blood vessels, as if something was surging throughout his body.
Although it was excruciatingly painful, he felt a sense of pleasure as he watched the silver thread penetrate his body, merging with his blood, becoming inseparable from it.
The icy chill penetrated, lasted for a moment, and finally faded away.
The silver butterfly eventually transformed into a butterfly-shaped totem that hovered on the back of his hand.
Qu Wuji smiled softly.
That person has a strong desire for revenge.
Somehow, he actually hoped that she would take revenge on him.
He hoped that she would take revenge on him forever and ever...
At least this way, she would never abandon him again.
A cold light flashed on the back of his hand, and the silver butterfly disappeared immediately.
Qu Wuji once again looked up at Fengdu City, the golden pattern on his palm still burning hot.
He closed his eyes and clenched his hands so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.
A demonic scream echoed in the wind. He turned his head and looked into the darkness, only to feel as if he had been cut in two.
On one side are the tangled emotions of the inner demon, and on the other side are the living beings who are about to be slaughtered by demons.
After a long time, Qu Wu Ji turned and went towards the Immortal Alliance.
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The author has something to say: Linghu...sister! [Spread flowers]
ps:
Linghu Jin, words and phrases
Ji Lingche, courtesy name Guanlan
Qu Wuji, also known by his courtesy name Shang Zheng
So it usually has two names [dog head holding a rose]
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