Chapter 132 Night Candle Rules 10 Sweating profusely.
The voice sounded very naturally, as if the speaker was sitting at a table chatting with them and casually interjecting a sentence. The voice was even quite pleasant, although the tone was rather stiff, somewhat like a foreigner mimicking others.
Realizing who the voice came from, Nanmen Jue froze, his expression one of shock. Such a strong reaction naturally attracted the attention of the others. Ying Yao, though not turning around, was the first to ask, "What's wrong?"
His voice was low and revealed a hint of nervousness. Clearly, the current situation was beyond his expectations, and he was not confident that he could get through it safely.
Under the watchful eyes of the three men, Nanmen Jue slowly moved his eyes, signaling to them not to make any rash moves.
No one knew what had happened to her, but seeing her like this, no one dared to make a move.
Nanmen Jue took a deep breath and sank his mind into his sea of consciousness.
"You are... a snow woman?"
"This is the name you humans gave me. It's too casual. I don't like it."
Zhang Zhi had just woken up and, still not quite understanding what was going on, asked curiously, "So what's your name?"
The snow woman paused for a moment, "Why aren't you afraid of me? Even she is afraid of me."
Nanmen Jue's heart skipped a beat. This "ta" naturally referred to her. This strange creature could see through people's emotions! Could it also see through other things?
She realized that she had underestimated the complexity of the supernatural. She had thought that supernatural beings simply lacked physical form, making them impossible to kill, and that they could control some of the rules and use them to kill. However, she hadn't expected that they would have some amazing abilities and seemed to be quite intelligent.
Zhang Zhi didn't recognize the strange creature, but she could sense Nanmen Jue's heightened wariness. She hesitated for a moment, then said in the same soft and friendly tone as before, "I'm not human either."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhi gave such a reason. Nanmen Jue's heart felt like it had been squeezed hard by a damp towel, making her eyes redden.
Hatred for the deceased Cheng Xiuye and the still-living Yu Wanyan surged up again, suppressing the biological instinct of fear.
Even Nanmen Jue has fears, but most of the time she doesn't have the time or the right to be afraid.
Upon hearing this answer, the Snow Woman seemed to pause for a moment, as if carefully sensing something, before saying, "Indeed... you are not human either."
Judging from his tone, he seemed quite friendly and happy, much more natural than before.
Nanmen Jue remained calm. She wasn't sure to what extent the Snow Maiden had invaded her consciousness, so she didn't dare to try to speak to Zhang Zhi alone. But Zhang Zhi understood the situation. She still spoke in the tone of an innocent little girl: "What's your name? My name is Zhang Zhi. You're the first one to sense my presence."
“My name is…” The Snow Woman took a deep breath and uttered a long string of characters in a slightly stiff tone, “Niemochasierlavenshemuballuepenganguigui. Hello, Zhang Zhi.”
Nanmen Jue and Zhang Zhi: ...
ah?
The pronunciation is clear and resonant, so why does it just turn into a long string of gibberish?
Zhang Zhi: "How do you pinch me... uh, ghost."
Upon hearing her name, the Snow Woman seemed overjoyed. This manifested in the sudden howling of the still snowflakes in mid-air, forming a small tornado that swept over the group.
Along with the crow huddled among the four, they all turned into snowmen and snow crows.
Everyone: ...
Even after turning into snowmen, the three of them still dared not move. Mo Gui opened his big eyes from the snow and blinked as he looked at Nanmen Jue.
Nanmen Jue thought to himself, "Don't look at me, I don't dare to move either."
She sensed the snow woman's disgust for humans, but she treated Zhang Zhi differently, so she dared not interrupt, for fear of provoking her rage.
"Zhang Zhi, you are very strong, why do you want to attach yourself to a human?" the Snow Woman Ghost asked.
Nanmen Jue suddenly understood: this strange creature was treating Zhang Zhi as one of its own kind!
It seems the relationship between the supernatural beings is not bad? At least they don't kill each other without reason?
Her mind raced with thoughts, but Zhang Zhi replied without a hint of surprise, "Oh, because I like this human. Gui Gui, please don't hurt them, okay?"
Nanmen Jue was taken aback, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
"You like humans?" the snow woman repeated, puzzled, before falling silent.
During the few seconds of her silence, both Nanmen Jue and Zhang Zhi were very nervous.
“This human is quite good.” After Nanmen Jue counted to eighteen, the Snow Maiden spoke again, “She’s not that weak, she won’t die so easily.”
Nanmen Jue felt relieved, but at the same time, he was a little annoyed. From what perspective did these strange beings view humans?
Zhang Zhi didn't know how to respond to such a strange question. She remained silent for a moment, and then the Snow Woman Ghost spoke again in a chilling voice: "Turning her into a ghost servant won't be easy. Do you want my help?"
Nanmen Jue: ...
She understood again.
The Snow Maiden thought Zhang Zhi wanted to take her as a ghost servant, but since he couldn't, she possessed Zhang Zhi and followed him.
So, are ghost servants more important to the supernatural? Unlike zombies and parasites, who are infected but have no connection to the person who infected them?
While Nanmen Jue was deep in thought, Zhang Zhi was a little confused. She quickly retorted, "No, that's not it!"
Her attitude was a bit intense, and a wave of doubt came from the Snow Woman's side. Zhang Zhi calmed herself down and tried her best to put herself into the eerie perspective, saying, "Humans, living ones, are also very interesting. I'm here, following her, playing."
"Play?" the Snow Woman Ghost repeated.
"Let's play!" Zhang Zhi said firmly.
"You should cultivate spirit servants, not just play around," the Snow Maiden Ghost said disapprovingly. "If there are too few spirit servants, they will gradually disappear."
As the number of strange creatures decreases, the eerie atmosphere will gradually disappear!
Nanmen Jue trembled all over. The strange thing that they could not be killed and could only be avoided actually had a way to kill them!
She quickly calmed down: Putting aside the fact that the eerie itself has no form and is difficult to guard against, just like now, they have been talking for so long and have not seen what the Snow Woman ghost looks like. In each eerie realm, killing all the eerie servants is probably not as convenient as finding an anchor point.
It's practically the difference between difficult and even more difficult.
Zhang Zhi was also stunned by this unexpected information. She quickly replied, "I understand."
The Snow Woman remained silent for a few more seconds, and Nanmen Jue felt a pair of inorganic, cold eyes staring quietly at her from somewhere unseen.
"This human killed me, many of my ghost servants, and destroyed my ghost realm." The Snow Maiden spoke slowly, but Nanmen Jue felt a chilling killing intent. "But this is what you've set your sights on, so... never mind."
Nanmen Jue was also stunned. Was this strange creature really so generous and friendly?
Zhang Zhi was also quite surprised. Fearing that the Snow Woman might change her mind, she quickly said sweetly, "Thank you, Sister Gui Gui."
A pleasant mental fluctuation emanated from the Snow Woman Ghost's side.
"You're still young, don't be too playful," the Snow Maiden said. "Hurry up and make ghost servants, build a ghost realm, because there are fewer and fewer humans left."
Nanmen Jue simply didn't know how to feel.
Humans are dwindling in number. Isn't this all the work of you weirdos? In other words, there is still competition between weirdos, since there are only so many "resources." Weirdos without Weird servants will disappear. This can be considered a life-or-death struggle.
However, the Snow Woman Ghost showed no hostility towards Zhang Zhi and even seemed quite fond of him. Perhaps she was the kind of eerie person who was gentle and protective of her cubs.
The more she said, the more mistakes she would make, so Zhang Zhi didn't dare to say more. She simply said, "I understand, Sister Gui Gui."
The Snow Woman Ghost nodded in satisfaction.
Suddenly, Nanmen Jue interjected, "Are you afraid of these candles?"
Upon hearing this, the temperature instantly turned cold, and the previously gentle snowflakes transformed into sharp blades, turning their direction so that their spikes were pointed at them.
Mo Gui immediately grabbed his own neck to suppress the urge to scream.
Zhang Zhi didn't expect Nanmen Jue to suddenly speak up. She had already coaxed Xue Nu, but now that Xue Nu was angry, how was she going to handle the situation?
Nanmen Jue, seemingly oblivious to the threats around him, calmly said, "Zhang Zhi was only recently born and is not yet aware of some of your strange affairs. I'm worried that I might accidentally hurt her in the future."
If there were an older being among the supernatural beings who understood human nature, they would surely curse the despicable humans at this moment, realizing that the Snow Woman cared about the cubs. They would then use this as a starting point to obtain more information. Although this tactic was dangerous, the information obtained would be invaluable.
However, there were no older, eerie beings here who were well-versed in human nature, so the Snow Woman Ghost not only calmed down but also greatly appreciated Nanmen Jue's sensible attitude.
“Those who prepare to become ghost servants should have this kind of awareness,” she said. “The fire of these candles is deadly to weak ghosts, less so to mid-level ghosts, and while it is weakened at the top level, it can still kill a human holding a candle, unless…”
Nanmen Jue didn't press further, but simply waited for her to continue.
The Snow Woman seemed quite satisfied with her attitude and continued, "Unless a large fire is started, do not bring her near."
In other words, the battle between the eerie and the candles is based on energy fluctuations. The more candles there are, the bigger the fire, and the greater the energy to counter the eerie.
Nanmen Jue quickly analyzed the situation and nodded calmly, "I've got it."
The chilling aura drew closer, and frost formed on Nanmen Jue's hair, but she remained motionless.
"Zhang Zhi is very strong, extremely strong," said the Snow Maiden. "You must grow up well."
Zhang Zhi said, "I will try my best."
A chilling aura swirled around Nanmen Jue. "Then I'm leaving. I'll find a place to create a new ghost realm..."
Before she finished speaking, she drifted away.
To the astonishment of the other three, as if the Milky Way had been turned upside down, the falling snowflakes returned to the dark clouds. The clouds swirled, swallowing up all the wind and snowflakes, and the ice that had sealed the earth quickly retreated back to the ground, leaving no snowmelt behind.
Like a time-lapse video, the dark clouds that had absorbed the snowflakes retreated, revealing not the chaotic sky of the eerie realm where day and night were indistinguishable, but a clear blue sky with high clouds.
The long-awaited sun shone down, illuminating the tragic scene and spreading warmth over the four people who had just escaped death.
Seeing this, Wei Chongru's eyes widened in disbelief, "The Snow Maiden... is gone? Brother Nanmen, you can even drive away the supernatural?"
This was truly unbelievable. Ying Yao turned his face away, his eyes hidden, but Nanmen Jue could sense the question mark appearing on his forehead.
Nanmen Jue pursed his lips, and his first words were: "The eerie can be killed."
Wei Chongru and Mo Gui were stunned, their expressions changing drastically.
"How do we kill him?" Ying Yao asked urgently.
Aside from when he learned that she was deliberately courting death, Ying Yao had never used such an urgent tone before, which showed how anxious he was.
Nanmen Jue glanced at him and, without keeping him in suspense, said, "As long as all the strange servants are killed, the strange will disappear."
The three of them fell silent.
Wei Chongru muttered to himself, "This sounds like it's saying, 'If you kill everyone in a country, that country will be destroyed.' That's too difficult to do..."
“But this is better than having no way at all!” Mo Gui slapped him. “What if we’re lucky enough to kill all the ghost servants, and then we have to fight an unkillable monster like we’re facing a BOSS? Wouldn’t that be even worse?”
"Hmm? That seems to make sense." Wei Chongru suddenly realized.
“Yes.” Surprisingly, Ying Yao also agreed with this statement. “Difficult to kill and impossible to kill are two different concepts.”
With his affirmation, both of them felt as if they had been given a shot of adrenaline, and their expressions brightened considerably.
Ying Yao looked at Nanmen Jue, "Did the Snow Maiden tell you this?"
Nanmen Jue beckoned the crow back to his shoulder, glanced at him indifferently, and turned to leave.
Wei Chongru and Mo Gui looked at each other in bewilderment.
Ying Yao didn't hesitate at all and chased after Nanmen Jue. The two looked at each other for a moment and then followed.
They didn't get too close. The weather in Nanmenjue was unpredictable, so they stayed far behind to observe the situation first.
Then they saw the aloof and powerful Ying Yao hurry up to Nanmen Jue without appearing flustered, and say something. They couldn't hear clearly, but they clearly heard Nanmen Jue let out a cold laugh.
The two: ...
Brother Jue/Brother Nanmen seems to be really angry; that cold laugh is so familiar.
Despite being mocked, Ying Yao showed no sign of anger. Instead, he seemed to be urgently explaining something to Nanmen Jue. Such a cold person was even using body language, which amazed the two of them.
“I did keep it from you, but I will definitely tell you if you ask.” Ying Yao himself did not realize that his speaking speed was several times faster than usual, and he was far from calm and composed. “I just feel that it seems… strange for me to suddenly tell you about the president of the Crimson Church.”
It was at this moment that Nanmen Jue let out a cold laugh, saying, "So, I guess I have no choice but to blame myself for not asking."
Ying Yao: ...
“No, that’s not it.” Instinctively, he firmly denied the accusation. “This isn’t something worth bringing up. If you absolutely need my identification information, I will tell you, but I haven’t needed it before…”
"You said before that there were two people in the Samsara Space who could fight me," Nanmen Jue interrupted him, without looking at him. "One of these two people is Zhang Jin, and the other is you?"
Ying Yao paused for a moment, "...To be precise, it was me before I experienced the side effects. If I'm not mistaken, your average score should be around ninety, and so should mine."
Nanmen Jue frowned. "You mentioned side effects in the last world, what's that about?"
"To find Nanmen Yu, I used an orange-tier item. The side effect was continuous health loss and a feeling of weakness. It can easily have an impact during prolonged, high-intensity battles," Ying Yao said casually, then quickly steered the conversation back to the main point, "If you're angry that I didn't tell you I'm the guild leader, then I apologize. I genuinely felt there was no need to explain..."
Nanmen Jue now understood why, despite being a Jinming (a high-ranking official), he didn't have many healing items.
It turns out he used it all to replenish his blood.
Even so, back in the previous world, whenever Nanmen Jue needed it, he would still unhesitatingly take out his tools to save her life.
Nanmen Jue fell silent.
Ying Yao thought Nanmen Jue was still angry. Under the mask, he pursed his dry lips, feeling as if he had never felt so uneasy.
“…The Crimson Church wasn’t founded by me; I took it over from the previous generation. I’m a soldier, and I don’t like groups with such a strong religious atmosphere,” he said with difficulty. “But I can’t change it…”
Suddenly, Nanmen Jue grabbed his arm.
Ying Yao was so busy explaining that he didn't notice that on the sunlit street, a little boy who looked only four or five years old was standing there all alone, staring straight at them.
When he realized they had found him, he pouted and burst into tears, crying, "Mommy—"
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