Chapter 55 The Belief in Ghosts and Gods 8
The dozen or so people around the candle trembled even more violently. One ghost had already nearly killed them, and now another one had appeared.
My life is over!
This is their shared idea.
Luo Shu didn't even look in that direction. She simply waved her hand, and the Zheng family members felt that they could move again. The men quickly stood beside Luo Shu with respectful expressions.
Now everyone present was even more confused. Why was this beautiful female ghost treating Zheng Laoqi and his group so well? Could it be that this accident was a trap set by the Zheng family?
With everyone having their own thoughts, it was difficult to see clearly in the dim firelight.
Since Luo Shu appeared, the handsome young man in the Taoist robe glanced over in this direction without making a sound. Then his expression changed drastically, as if he had been frightened, and even the candlelight flickered.
Beside her stood another beautiful woman in a Taoist robe, the chosen one of this world. Yao Weiwei looked at Lin Qinghuang's pale face with surprise and shock.
Lin Qinghuang is a man with exceptional talent in Taoist magic. He is undoubtedly the most outstanding person of his generation at Longhu Mountain. Although she herself was born with the ability to see ghosts, she dared not say that she could definitely defeat him.
Moreover, this person always maintained a calm and composed demeanor. Even when the red-eyed ghost trapped everyone, Lin Qinghuang did not lose his composure like this. But a glance at this female ghost shocked him to such an extent. What?
Yao Weiwei was a little curious. She had just fought with that red-eyed ghost and had exhausted too much energy. At this moment, she was pale and exhausted. She shouldn't have used her Yin-Yang Eyes again, but seeing Lin Qinghuang like this, she had no choice but to take a look.
Activating the incantation, the seal on the Yin-Yang Eyes was broken, and Yao Weiwei's two eyes turned pure black while one remained pure white, staring straight at Luo Shu.
Lin Qinghuang was stunned for a moment before he noticed the fluctuations in magical power beside him. He wanted to stop her, but he was also at his limit and couldn't interrupt Yao Weiwei's actions. He could only watch as she activated her Yin-Yang Eyes to look at Luo Shu.
Luo Shu stood in a languid posture, her body languid. The red-eyed ghost in front of her, also possessing the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, sensed that Luo Shu was very powerful. At this moment, it dared not make any rash moves, only adopting a defensive stance and cautiously watching Luo Shu.
As the mystical fluctuations generated by the activation of the Yin-Yang Eyes were detected, both Luo Shu and the red-eyed ghost sensed them.
The red-eyed ghost had previously fought Lin Qinghuang and Yao Weiwei and suffered some losses. Now, seeing her again, it felt extremely resentful, but it couldn't bring itself to attack.
Beset by internal and external troubles, it possesses some sanity and naturally has its own thoughts.
He was more wary of Luo Shu than the two Taoist priests.
With a slight movement of her fair wrist, as white as frost and snow, Luo Shu obediently brought the black and white yin and yang energies into her hand, intertwining to form a tai chi pattern that seemed to come alive as it rotated.
After losing the black and white energies, Yao Weiwei let out a shrill scream, startling everyone around her. Then, her eyes closed and a line of bloody tears flowed down her cheeks.
Seeing her like this, Lin Qinghuang felt sorry for her.
This girl was born with the ability to see ghosts and had a good talent for Taoist arts. The two of them could be considered childhood sweethearts. Now, seeing the girl he grew up with in such a state, he felt truly sorry for her.
Lin Qinghuang struggled to his feet. His Taoist robe was stained with blood, and his long hair was somewhat disheveled, but the young man was as tall and graceful as a bamboo shoot.
Lin Qinghuang said, "Senior, my younger sister is impolite and has offended you. I hope you will be lenient and forgive her this time."
After speaking, he bowed deeply and performed a grand salute.
Yao Weiwei was still screaming in agony when Luo Shu withdrew the Yin and Yang energies. If she had just gouged out Yao Weiwei's eyes, it would have been a different story.
She was in so much pain she wanted to roll on the ground, but then she remembered the tip of the iceberg she had just glimpsed with her Yin-Yang Eyes. The dense ghostly aura enveloped the beautiful woman completely, and this ghost's cultivation was unfathomable, even more so than the ghost generals she had seen before.
Although Yao Weiwei couldn't see, she could imagine Lin Qinghuang apologizing to her. Such a reserved and upright man was now bowing down to a ghost, and Yao Weiwei felt extremely pained.
But she was powerless at the moment, and even held him back.
Luo Shu watched the male lead perform a grand salute to her, her face expressionless. To her, the male lead's current cultivation level was insignificant.
Luo Shu focused more of her interest on the red-eyed ghost in front of her.
The ghost was a zombie with bluish-black skin that glowed eerily. Its face was ferocious, with long canine teeth sticking out of its mouth, and its crimson eyes gleaming with evil and greed.
He exuded evil aura and was burdened with sinister power, clearly indicating that he had taken many lives.
Luo Shu seemed somewhat puzzled and asked the red-eyed zombie, "You turned yourself into a zombie?"
Although it was a question, the tone was quite certain.
The zombie didn't answer, and Luo Shu didn't make a fuss either. She crossed her legs and changed her position on the sofa.
With his delicate chin resting on his forearm, he looked at the zombie and asked, "You captured these people for sacrificial cultivation?"
Upon hearing this, the zombie leaned forward slightly. This sacrificial method was very ancient; how could the female ghost know about it?
Moreover, he couldn't see through the female ghost's cultivation level, but zombies were much stronger than ghosts at the same level.
Why not give it a try? Even if we don't get the better of this female ghost, at worst we'll both be injured.
The zombie's thinking was still somewhat sluggish. It took several minutes for it to think before it charged towards Luo Shu with a ferocious expression.
The person lying next to them felt somewhat relieved to see the two ghosts fighting.
It's a good thing for them to fight each other.
Lin Qinghuang also helped Yao Weiwei up and fed her some medicine. Although it didn't have much effect on her eye injury, it at least relieved her pain.
Just as the zombie was a step away from Luo Shu, several members of the Zheng family standing beside her trembled. They had never seen such a scene in over ten years.
With a wave of her hand, Luo Shu unleashed a surge of chilling ghostly energy that rushed straight towards the zombie. The red-eyed zombie ignored the ghostly energy and continued to pounce on Luo Shu, only to be knocked away by the energy and sent crashing into the tomb wall.
The hard zombie body collided violently with the marble, producing a clanging sound that shook the tomb and made everyone present feel uneasy.
Looking at the zombie on the ground again, one of its sharp canine teeth was broken off, its red eyes were even bigger, and it was panting heavily, with bloodshot eyes mixed with fear.
The red-eyed zombie hadn't expected the female ghost to be so powerful.
He has cultivated for a hundred years, devouring countless flesh and blood, and has already reached the level of a flying zombie. If he takes another step, he can cultivate to become an incorruptible bone.
With his cultivation level of flying zombies, even if the Black and White Impermanence encountered him, he could put up a fight.
But this woman actually injured him with a single blow. Where did this old monster come from?
As her thoughts raced, Luo Shu's cold voice rang out again: "You haven't answered my question yet. Where did you learn about this sacrificial method?"
As she finished speaking, Luo Shu walked step by step to the zombie.
Her jade-like feet were snow-white, and she walked on the chilling ghostly aura as if on flat ground. Her black hair was as black as ink, and it swayed slightly behind her. Her long, snow-white legs were lazily and casually exposed, and her red lips were delicate and beautiful.
But none of those present could bring themselves to commit blasphemy. Luo Shu's powerful strength had still shocked them, and no one dared to court death at this moment.
Although Yao Weiwei was blind, she could still hear and sense things, and her body was trembling.
If she had known that the person in front of her was such a formidable figure, she would never have dared to even glance at her!
When the zombie saw Luo Shu walk up to him, his panting grew heavier and heavier. He said intermittently, "Your Excellency, spare my life. I saw that sacrificial method in a miscellaneous book. Hundreds of years ago, I was unwilling to die like that, so I used the secret method in the book to turn myself into a zombie and have been living on ever since. I can tell Your Excellency the secret method and serve Your Excellency as my master."
The zombie was quite sensible; being weak and easily defeated, it quickly revealed everything when it realized it couldn't beat Luo Shu.
However, his subsequent fawning words caused the expressions of those present to change. If these two ghosts joined forces, they would surely perish here, with no chance of survival.
Luo Shu smiled slightly but didn't say anything. However, when the zombie saw Luo Shu's smile, the tension in his red eyes eased a little, and he guessed that Luo Shu was going to acknowledge him as her subordinate.
Yao Weiwei over there naturally heard the zombie's words, and then saw Lin Qinghuang's hand, which was supporting her, tighten, and guessed that the situation was not good.
The worst-case scenario is that two monsters team up.
That's probably the situation right now.
Her heart tightened, as if it had sunk into an endless, icy pool. Yao Weiwei gritted her teeth, tasting the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth.
She has another trump card, a life-saving item passed down through generations in Maoshan, which previous generations had never used.
It seems we have no choice but to use it now.
She leaned against Lin Qinghuang's chest, the scent of blood and faint sandalwood emanating from her childhood sweetheart filling her nostrils.
This person absolutely cannot die here.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
