Chapter 49: Let You Beat and Scold Wen Zhi and Admit Your Mistakes



Chapter 49: Let You Beat and Scold Wen Zhi and Admit Your Mistakes

Xie Tingyu lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Ghosts also have disputes with each other."

"So, how will you show your loyalty?"

The face of the highly intelligent ghost became clearer and clearer in front of Xie Tingyu, and his features gradually emerged.

Xie Tingyu's heart suddenly beat. The familiar face in front of him was full of ambition. That expression was so different from what he said that even Xie Tingyu was shocked.

It's like being shrouded in warmth and shadow.

This face.

It’s actually Wen Zhiyu’s damn face!

Xie Ting remained calm, but her heart was beating wildly, not because of excitement, but because it wanted to jump up and knock on Wen Zhi's head.

"What's your name?" Xie Tingyu ignored the ghosts around him who were ready to move and twisting their illusory bodies, and the red silk thread in his hand was moving.

Shuttle through the black mist.

A strange whisper arose.

"No name."

"Your name is Wuming?" Xie Tingyu muttered after hearing this, "A bit non-mainstream."

This highly intelligent ghost didn't understand what Xie Tingyu said, but he could tell that it wasn't a compliment, so he leaned forward with his tall figure.

He stopped just a little closer, "I don't have a name."

This picture looks like it is waiting for Xie Tingyu to give it a name.

On his face, which looked exactly like Wen Zhiyu's, there was a cruelty and gloom that had never been seen on Wen Zhiyu's face.

Xie Tingyu didn't think it was inconsistent. In the original novel, Wen Zhiyu was a world-destroying villain and had done countless unscrupulous things.

Doesn’t this count as seeing Wen Zhiyu’s true face in advance?

Xie Tingyu was surrounded by ghost energy and was still in the underground palace, but the breath inside could not be sensed from the outside.

Xie Tingyu was cut by the ghost energy. As one wound healed, a new wound appeared. The ghost energy that had condensed into a material object was as sharp as a sword full of murderous aura, cutting through Xie Tingyu's flesh and blood with each strike.

There were countless deep scars on her body.

Wen Zhiyu walked in the dark air, his steps neither hurried nor slow, but his expression was tense and he did not look around.

It seems to be following some guidance.

The ghost energy scattered like a bird or a beast, and suddenly retreated when it was about to touch Wen Zhiyu's body.

Wen Zhiyu's whole body was trembling, severe pain enveloped his whole body, his will was wrapped up in the pain and he seemed to have gone mad, and only strange mumblings were left in his ears.

His pupils were dark, full of indifference, and bloodshot.

Walking slowly in the dark.

It seems aimless, yet there seems to be a trace to follow.

Wen Zhiyu suddenly sighed, and small blue scales appeared on his cheeks and neck.

As Wen Zhiyu walked faster and deeper into the darkness, blood slowly seeped out of his scales.

Dye Wen Zhiyu's clothes red from the inside out.

His breath became much softer, but when he sensed the evil spirit surging around him, he burst into a surge of violent anger.

"Hand her over."

The sound echoed in this pitch-dark space.

Xie Tingyu was like the moon surrounded by stars, surrounded by ghosts, but after hearing Wen Zhiyu's words, she still sat there calmly.

The bloodstains on her body caused by the ghost's rubbing were so deep that the bones were visible. Xie Tingyu chuckled and looked up at Wuming. His face, which was exactly the same as Wen Zhiyu's, had no expression and his eyes were empty. He only rolled his eyes when Xie Tingyu looked at him.

The turn was dull and stiff.

As weird as a puppet.

"When did the ghosts stay here?" Xie Tingyu ignored the warm and pleasant voice that kept echoing in his ears.

Xie Tingyu never understood the existence of these ghosts.

If it was a remnant of the war that broke out between the ghost palace and the cultivation world several thousand years ago, then why is there this high-level ghost with the same face as Wen Zhiyu?

“I don’t remember.”

"Do you know the ghost house?"

“…I don’t know.”

Seeing how dull he was, Xie Tingyu laughed twice, "You are a residual soul with deep resentment. It is indeed not a simple thing for you to transform into a high-level ghost in this place full of ghost energy..." She paused, silently observing the ghost's expression, and saw that his expression did not change at all.

Only the ambitious look remained in his eyes, not completely gone. Xie Tingyu continued, "Will you betray me?"

As soon as the words fell, there was no more movement in the underground palace. Even the strange mumbling stopped at the right time.

Xie Tingyu heard Wuming's cold voice.

"Yes." Wuming's body was wrapped in tattered cloth, leaving only his face. The black air surrounding him was like a poisonous snake, spitting out a red snake tongue to thank Tingyu.

Xie Tingyu's face darkened, and she clapped her hands, "Are you looking for death?" She raised her lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes, "You are wrong, you have been dead for a long time, you just don't want to reincarnate, you want to fall into the Avici Hell forever, you want your soul to be scattered and never be reborn."

"Is that right?"

Wuming changed his attitude instantly and lowered his head in front of Xie Tingyu, but he couldn't hide the repressed emotion in his eyes.

A red line flew out from the fingertips. Xie Tingyu didn't even blink. The red line flew out with an unquestionable momentum and stabbed into Wuming's forehead.

Wuming's eyes widened, his forehead was pulled by the red line, and he couldn't move.

His body was still oppressed by a powerful and invisible force. Xie Tingyu's indifferent voice rang in his ears, and the mist possessed by the ghost had a tendency to disperse.

Wuming was oppressed by the ghost energy and raised his head to meet Xie Tingyu's pair of purple-gold eyes.

The divinity in Xie Tingyu's ghost power seemed to be innate, and it had a natural oppression on ghosts.

Xie Tingyu sneered, "I am not joking with you. If you really want to sacrifice your last remaining soul to me, just come on, I will accompany you to the end."

The terrifying aura emanating from this slender figure made the ghosts retreat in fear. Wuming's previous surrender seemed particularly ridiculous compared to his current predicament.

Xie Tingyu did not hold back at all and severely injured Wuming with one move, causing him to lose the ability to move for a while. She hooked the red line on her fingertips and said in a cold voice.

"I don't know where you stole this face from. It really doesn't match your behavior. How dare a mere ghost to covet my ghost power?"

The royal power hidden in her ghost power prevents the remaining ghosts from having any other desires.

After absorbing the ghost power and recovering 50% of his strength, Xie Tingyu's mortal body could hardly withstand the ghost power that came out of the restriction and was absorbed from the outside world. At the same time, the pressure on his body became more and more obvious.

Wuming didn't know why this Ghost King hid his strength at the beginning.

At first, he only thought that this was a monk who was not afraid of death and could control the emperor to control the princes.

Although he appeared to be submissive, he secretly developed greed for Xie Tingyu's body and soul.

In fact, Xie Tingyu did not deliberately hide his strength. It was just that before entering this tide of ghosts, he only had the cultivation level of a young boy.

Now he has plundered the ghost power from the surrounding ghosts and used it to break through some of the restrictions, naturally recovering almost 60% of his ghost power.

Xie Tingyu felt much more at ease, because there had always been the threat of Wen Zhi and this madman. Even if she had set up a love spell, she would eventually have to face the day when the spell was suddenly broken.

If she doesn't find the treasure of the ghost palace before her mortal body dies, she can only appear in the world of cultivation in her ghost form.

If they do that, they will definitely be blocked and killed by powerful people from all sides.

There is a high possibility that not only will she not find the treasure, but she will also lose herself.

Gains do not compensate for losses.

As the King of Ghosts, he must have some sensitivity to the treasures in the Ghost Mansion.

Otherwise, the ghost master would not let her look for it.

Not even a single bit of information was revealed.

The gold in Xie Tingyu's eyes became darker and darker, almost covering his purple pupils. Xie Tingyu squinted coldly and added a hint of threat when he looked at Wuming and the ghosts.

The ghosts trembled in fear, their remaining sanity making them dare not even think of rebelling.

Especially he didn't dare to follow Wuming and attack Xie Tingyu.

Xie Tingyu didn't want to let go of the many ghosts here, and wanted to collect them all and plunder their ghost power.

As for someone like Wuming who is full of ambition, he can only be used by her by using forbidden techniques.

There was silence in my ears for a long time, and it seemed as if I had heard Wen Zhiyu's voice a long, long time ago.

Xie Tingyu raised his hand and reached out to Wuming's face. The face, which was originally solid and warm and identical, turned into a black mist when Xie Tingyu's fingers were about to touch it.

It transforms itself into rising mist.

I could no longer see his face.

"If the king is not pleased, I will cover it up." Wuming's tone was cold and indifferent compared to the pretended respect just now.

Xie Tingyu smacked his lips, "It's not you I'm targeting, it's just this face that makes me upset when I see it."

Unable to see Wuming's face, nor to read his expression at the moment, Xie Tingyu felt bored for a moment.

Suddenly, the overwhelming pressure from the Ghost King subsided in an instant, Xie Tingyu raised his hand and grasped the tall Wuming in his palm, and he disappeared.

She also turned into a thin girl covered in blood and dying.

The change was too fast and the ghosts were caught off guard.

All I heard was a sound of something breaking through the air from a distance, and in the blink of an eye, it flew before my eyes, revealing a water-blue sword.

A long sword was suspended in mid-air, with a faint white mist exuding a chilling chill that went straight to the bone.

A tall and slender figure walked out of the darkness, emitting a red and blue spiritual power.

With long hair dishevelled and a gloomy look on his handsome face, he moved and reached out to help up the thin girl who was curled up in the darkness, covered in blood.

The icy sword energy emitted by the frost mist turned the surrounding ghosts that did not have time to retreat into frost.

Wen Zhiyu's expression was solemn, with a surge of hostility in his eyes. His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he moved with caution.

"Ayu."

The severe pain all over his body allowed him to share Xie Tingyu's pain. Wen Zhiyu suddenly felt fortunate that Xie Tingyu had cast a love spell on him, allowing him to follow the spell to find her.

Then I came to my senses again and felt that I was really crazy.

Wen Zhiyu couldn't control his emotions. He gently held Xie Tingyu in his arms and used his body to shield Xie Tingyu from the evil spirit.

The Frost Mist Sword broke through the ghost energy, and the ghosts did not dare to act rashly. The ghosts with higher intelligence looked at each other, and saw that the Ghost King who had just suppressed them violently was being held in the arms of this strange monk, breathing barely a thread.

The strange monk protected the Ghost King very well, and the sharp sword energy emitted by his aqua-blue sword was full of intimidation.

Who is this?

Why did this person rush here after the Ghost King suppressed them with force?

Why did the Ghost King restrain his ghost power and royal aura when he discovered him?

The ghosts were confused and felt that just thinking about this had consumed all their mental strength.

Think of the most appropriate possibility.

Nothing could be worse than the Ghost King betraying the Ghost Palace and defecting to the world of cultivation.

So this is the reason why the Ghost King inexplicably suppressed us?

The ghosts suddenly understood and looked at Xie Tingyu with strange eyes.

If her identity were revealed at this moment, would this monk fight the Ghost King?

If the Ghost King fights with the monks, they can take the opportunity to escape.

Otherwise, the monks would be furious and would kill them all.

I just don't know who is better, the Ghost King or this monk.

The high-level ghost who was in charge of the ghosts thought for a long time. Faced with this situation, he couldn't help but focus all his thoughts on the fight between Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi had no other feelings than before, and just wanted to see how Xie Tingyu was doing.

But now he really wanted to kill all the ghosts here. This idea became firm when he saw Xie Ting Yuhun covered in blood and his breath was so weak that it could not be detected.

Wen Zhiyu thought this idea was inexplicable, but it was what he was thinking.

His fingers moved slightly, and his palms were covered with a layer of blood.

Reflected in warmth and eyes.

The Frost Mist Sword is on standby, and can pierce through the surrounding monsters at any time with just warmth and a thought.

Warmth and confidence.

Suddenly he felt a gentle force on his sleeve. He lowered his eyes and saw slender fingers grasping his sleeve, which was stained with blood, like a rose, and was extremely conspicuous.

The force was so light that it was almost imperceptible.

The warmth and the cold heart seem to melt into a pool of spring water.

Just compromise for this moment.

Just compromise once, Wen Zhi and Xin thought.

He heard his own voice: "I was wrong. I will take you back and let you beat and scold me."


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