Chapter 22: Three Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night
"Now, a golden opportunity is before you."
Ji Lingche hooked his finger, and the dagger on the ground flew into his hand. He smiled and said, "If you want a secret to remain a secret forever, there is only one way."
She thrust the dagger forward suddenly—
"Want to kill me, Xiao Ciyou?"
Linghu Ciyou stared at her. Seeing that person's bright smile, fear filled the air. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. Two words rose in his mind: demon...
She shook her head quickly, forcing a smile and said, "If the Sect Master wanted to harm me, I would have died long ago. I am grateful to you, but it's too late. How dare I—"
Ji Lingche laughed, her eyes crinkling. The wind blew her robe sleeves, making her look quite dejected. She toyed with the dagger in her hand and sighed, "It seems that opportunities to kill me are common, but none of you have seized them. It is precisely because of this that I have been able to cause harm for thousands of years."
"Linghu Jin, I'm very weak right now. You can easily break my neck," Ji Lingche said provocatively, "Why don't you give it a try?"
Linghu Jin thought she was testing him, and didn't dare to show any of his feelings. He took a deep breath when he heard Ji Lingche say that.
Ji Lingche looked at her with interest. Seeing that she didn't move, he put the dagger into his waist and said, "What a pity! You missed the best chance to kill me."
Linghu Jin peered into the man's face for a long time before finally probing, "Master Sect Leader is right. Only the dead can keep secrets—"
"Now that I know your identity, will you kill me?"
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why would I kill you?"
She gathered her sleeves and looked at Linghu Jin calmly, "The storm is brewing. Sooner or later, everyone will know I'm back. There's nothing to hide."
Linghu Jin looked at her, pondering the depth of her words. She knew that the man was cunning and fickle, so she didn't dare to believe her words completely. However, she couldn't get away, so she became more and more panicked. She tried to look calm, but there was a layer of cold sweat on her palms.
Ji Lingche stared at her intently, with a hint of a smile, yet an intimidating look, and asked again, "Who asked you to deliver the key?"
Linghu Jin opened his mouth and finally said truthfully, "It's Master Yin Bu."
Ji Lingche was stunned when he heard this, frowned slightly, and murmured again: "Yin Lanxin?"
She seemed to suddenly understand and chuckled. As expected...
She then asked, "Second question, where did you get the key to enter the city?"
Linghu Jin hesitated for a moment and said, "Because I..."
Before she could finish her words, Ji Lingche suddenly felt a chill on her back. She turned her head abruptly and saw a thin black shadow quickly leaping away!
Ji Lingche acted quickly. The black shadow was about to leap into the air when it suddenly stopped and then suddenly fell heavily to the ground with a muffled groan.
Linghu Jin was startled. She was facing the street but didn't notice anything unusual. She only reacted when she saw the black shadow falling.
Whether the spiritual consciousness is sensitive or not has nothing to do with the level of cultivation. Although it can be slowly improved through acquired training, it is mainly innate. Although Ji Lingche has changed his body, fortunately the sharpness of his spiritual consciousness has not diminished.
Ji Lingche said coldly: "Go and take a look."
As I approached, I discovered the shadowy figure curled up on the ground. As I got closer, I saw it was a child, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, spitting blood. The fall had shattered bones and dislocated internal organs, and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.
Ji Lingche squatted in front of him and asked curiously, "You guy, you're actually alive?"
"How can a living person come and go freely in Fengdu City without relying on elixirs to suppress his vitality? How did you do it? Could you teach me?"
The child's mouth was full of blood, which was stuck in his throat. He looked at the two of them in pain, full of fear.
Ji Lingche glanced at Linghu Jin, who understood and then cast a spell to keep the child alive and connected his main meridians.
Ji Lingche asked, "What were you doing sneaking around there just now? Who ordered you to do that?"
Seeing that the child was trembling all over and unable to speak, she gently persuaded him, "Don't be afraid. If you tell the truth, I will never make things difficult for you."
The young man's face was tense and he clenched his teeth. Although his whole body was trembling, he remained silent.
Ji Lingche looked at the young man with a smile and said, "How stubborn."
Before she could finish her words, Ji Lingche's eyes moved, and he quickly turned sideways, and a long arrow brushed past her neck.
With a "clang" sound, the arrow was nailed into the wall. The arrow was infused with spiritual power, and the tail of the arrow kept shaking. Then the whole wall of the shop collapsed!
Ji Lingche grabbed the young man's collar and instantly jumped several feet away, looking up.
I saw a tall man standing on the roof of the house opposite, holding a longbow in his hand, with an arrow on the string, the string was like a full moon, and he was pointing it at Ji Lingche!
It was dark and I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but I saw that he was very tall, probably a man, and the wind was blowing his clothes, making a rustling sound.
Ji Lingche curled his lips and smiled: "It's so lively."
"I didn't expect there would be such a person in this ghost town where no one survived."
The man said coldly: "Let him go."
The young man in Ji Lingche's hand suddenly struggled violently. She smiled and said, "I was wondering why this kid was so stubborn. Turns out he has someone to back him up."
"Tell me who you are and I will let him go."
The man snorted coldly: "With this arrow of mine, there is absolutely no chance of you surviving. Don't negotiate with me."
Ji Lingche grabbed the young man's thin neck with his hands and raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Then let's see who will strangle him to death first, or you stab me to death first?"
The man didn't say anything for a long time. Ji Lingche only heard the bowstring creaking, as if it was pulled a little further, but the arrow on the string did not shoot out.
Ji Lingche smiled and said, "See, you still have some concerns. Why can't you speak properly?"
The man's expression was unclear, as he knew that the two women opposite him were not easy to deal with. After a long moment, he lowered his bow slightly, not aiming directly at Ji Lingche, but still keeping her within range. He said grimly, "Let the child go."
"I will give each of you three ghost pills and show you a way out. It will be enough for you to leave the city."
Ji Lingche laughed and said, "That won't do. You have such a heavy Yin energy, you must have been here for a long time, and it's definitely not by taking pills. What I want to know is how you completely suppressed the Sheng energy in your body."
The man finally sneered, unable to bear it any longer, and said coldly: "If you ask for too much, you will often get nothing!"
A burst of spiritual power, as fast as lightning, was impossible to avoid, and it hit Ji Lingche's hand directly. Her hand loosened immediately, and the young man she had clamped fell to the ground. Before she could recover, the long arrow was released from the string, and shot towards her with a gust of wind.
Linghu Jin's pupils suddenly shrank. She could actually block the arrow. Although the archer's cultivation level was high, it was about the same as hers.
But she didn't move at all, and watched the arrow pierce Ji Lingche!
She thought, if that demon died, that would be the best...
The arrow pierced Ji Lingche's heart. The next moment, her body swayed and she fell backwards.
But the moment he fell to the ground, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared!
The man holding the arrow saw it clearly and was terrified. He felt something was wrong and suddenly felt someone blowing lightly behind his ear.
When he turned around, he saw a dagger pointed at his dantian. He felt a sharp pain in his dantian and could not exert any spiritual power. The dagger did not penetrate halfway and blood flowed down the blade.
The man was greatly shocked, but the dagger was pointing directly at his golden elixir, and he couldn't move at all!
In the dim light, the girl was very close, but he could not see her face clearly. He could only see a pair of extremely bright eyes.
The glow of the corpse's fire reflected in those eyes, and it was as if endless fireworks were burning.
The person holding the arrow felt a terrifying chill rising from the bottom of his heart. He felt that the person opposite him was young, but strangely evil. The arrow had clearly hit her heart, but why could she be so quick in an instant——
Ji Lingche's dagger went in a little further, and the man holding the arrow started bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He looked at her in disbelief.
She smiled faintly: "Answer whatever I ask, and I'll spare your life."
Although the arrow-wielding man's life was hanging by a thread, his eyes widened as he simply asked, "Who are you?!"
Ji Lingche's eyes flickered, he flicked his hair, and said with a smile: "I am the chief disciple of the Taihua Yuxu Sect Master. If you want to seek revenge in the future, just look for my master."
As if afraid that he didn't know, she added, "My master is Qu Wuji, the current leader of the immortal sect!"
To cause trouble to your old enemy is your old enemy, it is your destiny.
As for Qu Wuji, she would definitely try to trick him if she could...
The man reached out to grasp the blade, but because he couldn't use his spiritual power, the dagger didn't move at all. He broke out in a cold sweat: "Impossible!"
"You are definitely not a righteous person."
The method she used to escape just now was extremely strange and eerie, it definitely wasn't the right way...
Ji Lingche sneered: "Whatever you say, your life is in my hands now."
The man was covered in cold sweat, his spiritual veins were trembling, death was imminent, his spiritual veins were sealed, his hands were slippery, and he lost his balance, and the longbow fell down, falling from the roof to the ground!
Linghu Jin was staring upwards intently—
During the stalemate, someone suddenly shouted hoarsely from below. The voice was so sad that only a few syllables could be heard, and no words could be heard: "Release! Release! Don't! Kill—"
The one who made the sound was the child just now.
The man's chest heaved as he heard the child's wailing. He held the dagger tightly against his chest and said, "Don't kill me. I'll tell you everything you ask."
Ji Lingche didn't say much, and pulled out the dagger with a swish, bringing out a pool of blood. The man groaned and knelt down, leaning on the ground with his hands, coughing up blood foam, and gasping for breath.
Ji Lingche lowered his eyes and looked at him with a cold expression: "Why did you follow us secretly? Who ordered you to do so?"
The man swallowed the blood in his mouth, raised his head, and laughed: "No one ordered me to do this!"
"You guys entered the city, making such a commotion. I just happened to overhear it, so I followed to see what was happening. That child has no cultivation, and you caught him, yet you're so relentless..." His tone was heavy with resentment, "We clearly had no grudges against each other, yet you resorted to such cruel tactics against us!"
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows and said, "Strange, it was obviously you who started it. If I didn't have a trick up my sleeve, I would be the one dead right now."
In this ghost town, living people are scarier than real ghosts.
If you want to escape unscathed, you must naturally adhere to the principle of "it is better to kill the innocent than to let them go" -
The archer shot the fatal arrow without hesitation, and she naturally would not show mercy.
"Besides, if I ask you a question and you don't answer, and I don't know where you came from, who knows if you will hurt me?"
"Don't you know very well that the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer?"
The man frowned and looked at her, feeling that this person was extremely cunning, her words were sharp and witty, and very difficult to deal with. She did not behave like a decent person at all. He couldn't help but feel disappointed and felt a fear that he would be unable to escape.
Ji Lingche folded his arms and asked, "What brings you into the city?"
The man said, "Looking for someone."
Ji Lingche: "Who are you looking for? A living person or a dead person?"
The man said, "I don't know. I just do things for people when they pay me."
Ji Lingche's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this: "Ah... Could it be that you are from the Evil Suppression Division?"
The Evil Suppression Division is not affiliated with any sect. It is more of an intermediary agency than an organization, acting only as a broker.
The people in the Evil Suppression Division are basically desperate criminals or criminals who have defected from major families and sects. In order to avoid disaster, they come to the Evil Suppression Division, change their names, abandon their past, and are willing to become a knife.
The purpose of the "Evil Suppression Bureau" is ostensibly to "suppress demons and exorcise evil spirits", but in reality it is no exaggeration to say that it is a black market.
If you have money, you can hire any kind of business through the Evil Suppression Bureau - murder and robbery, petty theft, everything.
The Evil Suppression Bureau takes a 20% commission.
Therefore, the Evil Suppression Division is naturally a mix of all kinds of people, with fools everywhere, and there are also countless talented people who have changed their appearance and become new people.
Therefore, although the Evil Suppression Division is neither a sect nor a noble family, it has long served as a bridge connecting light and darkness. Although it has a bad reputation, it still occupies a considerable weight in the entire world of immortal cultivation.
Ji Lingche smiled and asked, "So, who is your employer?"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard the child below yelling again, and he felt so heartbroken!
Perhaps seeing the man holding the arrow fall down, he thought he was dead, so he cried out in tears.
Ji Lingche was stunned, but the man suddenly struggled to stand up and jumped down from the roof!
When the young man saw that the arrow-wielding man was still alive, he stopped wailing and threw himself into his arms. The man stretched out his long arms and gently held the child in his arms. He stroked his head with his big hands and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay..."
Ji Lingche immediately jumped down with the man. Seeing this, she asked, "What is your relationship? Why are you so emotionally connected?"
The man didn't want to answer, but he knew that if he didn't say anything, Ji Lingche would definitely not give up easily. After a long pause, he said, "...I didn't know him before. I met him after entering the city."
"I don't know who he is. I just saw him wandering around here all day, with ghosts as his companions, and he had no food to eat. He couldn't even speak, and he was very pitiful. When he met me, he kept looking at me secretly. Seeing his appearance, I didn't chase him away, so he just followed me closely."
"Later, I took too many ghost pills, and they gradually lost their effectiveness. I was nearly torn to pieces by a group of ghosts. He saved me... I owe him my life, so I will definitely try to protect him."
Ji Lingche nodded slightly and smiled: "So, it was from that time that you were able to conceal your Yang Qi without taking pills?"
After all, it was all because of this... child of unknown origin.
She glanced meaningfully at the young man hiding behind the man, and finally turned her gaze to the man.
"What's your name?" Ji Lingche asked casually.
The man didn't want to pay attention to her, but after a moment of silence, he finally said, "Qing."
"Qing..." Ji Lingche repeated it. Although it was a pseudonym, who among those who entered the Evil Suppression Division didn't have some secrets?
The man turned around at this time, and Ji Lingche could only see his face clearly with the help of the light from the corpse.
His willow-shaped eyes should have been extremely handsome, but apart from his eyes, his entire face was devoid of intact skin—it was covered in scars, as if the fire had burned away his flesh. It was like a piece of scabby skin clinging to his handsome features. At first glance, he looked like one of the ghosts in Fengdu City...
When Qing saw Ji Lingche staring at him, he turned his head and looked directly into her eyes without any shame on his face.
Ji Lingche smiled: "What a strange man."
"I have seen many once-handsome people whose appearances were ruined. Without exception, they all covered their faces with black veils and bound their eyes with white cloth, fearing that others would see their miserable appearance. But you are so open and honest, not hiding anything, and not seeming to worry at all."
Qing looked at her coldly and snorted, "It's not my fault that my appearance is ruined, why should I cover it up?"
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes and smiled, "That's right, but this kind of state of mind is something that ordinary people can't have."
Qing took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and threw it to Ji Lingche: "There are only six Yinhun Pills here, I can give them all to you."
"But I didn't know how to conceal my yang energy. I became exhausted and passed out. When I woke up, the child was beside me. From then on, the ghosts could no longer see me."
Ji Lingche knew that this young man had a very complicated background and a stubborn temper. If he didn't agree, there was no way he could get a single word out of him, so he had to give up for the time being.
She put the porcelain bottle into her arms, threw a ghost pill to Linghu Jin, and smiled slightly: "I'll save the remaining two for you."
Linghu Jin was stunned for a moment, his fox eyes narrowed, and he smiled: "First disciple, you really know how to control people."
Before this, Linghu Jin had been standing aside, not saying a word, but staring at Qing closely. He didn't know why his heart ached, but he couldn't figure out the reason.
When she saw him standing on the roof just now, she felt that he looked very familiar. She could conclude that he must have a close relationship with a certain noble family, but the relevant memories seemed to have been deliberately erased, leaving a gap.
Linghu Jin was still a woman at this time. She suddenly asked, "Qing?"
Qing turned around and looked at the woman with a pair of beautiful fox eyes.
She smiled and said, "Do you know me?"
Qing's eyes lightly swept across her face, and finally said calmly, "I don't know her."
Linghu Jin was stunned, carefully observing his expression, and finally smiled suddenly, saying word by word: "You are lying."
Ji Lingche looked at the two of them with interest, but suddenly, the entire Fengdu city began to shake, and bursts of ghostly mutterings came from the distance, as if something was rolling towards them, and the number was so large that it was difficult to estimate.
Qing's expression darkened, and he whispered, "Here we go again."
"It's the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"
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