"Following closely, another ghost appeared by the side of the bamboo path."
This ghost is quite old, having died in his late 70s at least. He wears black, tar-like funeral clothes, with two bright red patches on his cheeks that stand out like blood.
Its eyes, already red from malice, were now brimming with excitement.
As the old ghost walked by the courtyard, the other ghost kept a watchful eye on him.
But within mere seconds, the two ghosts abandoned their hostility, excitement and greed sparking in their eyes as they fixated on the window of the right house.
At this moment, the two women leaned against a spot, their smiles bright and cheerful as they watched in the direction of the courtyard gate.
The pink mist surrounding Huāyíng became increasingly dense, and even from a distance, I felt a heavy breathing and a desire to get closer. The seductive demeanor of Shīqìng was even more irresistible.
However, for me, beneath the exterior of Shīqìng is actually Zhao Kāng, so I can resist it.
However, for other ghosts, they might all desire to enjoy the benefits of being loved by both!
The old ghost wanted to enter the courtyard, but the other ghost glared at him ferociously.
The two ghosts were holding each other back, and neither dared to make the first move.
Gradually, more ghosts began to approach.
The scene before my eyes was beginning to revert back to how it looked when I first came here.
I can't help but admire Zhao Kang's mind; it's a hundred or even a thousand times stronger than that of an ordinary ghost.
Without hesitation, I broke the jade.
A faint click was heard as a stream of gray mist dispersed.
One second, two seconds... three seconds... half a minute...
Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.
The ghosts in front of the courtyard, with the same number as before, were on the verge of mutual devouring again.
I knew full well that this was not entirely their instinct. It was the charm of Huāyíng that incited the ghosts' resentment and anger.
It was as irritable as Mǎkù was to me at first.
Where is Sir Yè?
Why hasn't Sir Yè come yet? When Zhao Kang was first eaten by the ghost without skin, he arrived quickly, right!?
Maybe it's because this place is Qí Jī Village?
Just as I was thinking of this, an icy cold sensation suddenly struck me, close to my back.
The cold air raced past the back of my ear, followed by a chill sliding along the side of my cheek.
Glancing around, I saw Sir Yè standing next to me, their arms intertwined, with faces as identical as a pair of twins, cold and fierce.
My nostrils flared slightly as Sir Yè stared directly at the right window.
The window of the right house was about to close.
"Shīqìng" wants to repeat her trick!
The ghosts in front of the courtyard were reaching their emotional peak, ready to start devouring each other!
Sir Yè beside me vanished all of a sudden.
I was stunned for a moment.
Where is Sir Yè!?
The next moment, two extremely tall individuals with intertwined arms appeared at the bedside inside the right house!
Gray mist surged around Sir Yè, and his other two arms suddenly encircled and clasped together, as if he was going to embrace Shīqìng!
All of this happened in the blink of an eye!
The clothing on Shīqìng's shoulder was slipping off.
Huāyíng was about to close the window with her tender, white lotus arms.
Her expression changed abruptly, and she let out a terrified shriek!
A sudden burst of pink mist shot out from her body, rushing out of the window!
Huāyíng's pretty face suddenly turned pale, and she collapsed in a soft heap.
Shīqìng's reaction was slightly slower, but she suddenly emitted a burst of black mist, as if trying to block Sir Yè!
The few ghosts at the entrance of the courtyard were originally going to devour each other.
They halted abruptly, staring at Sir Yè inside the window, and frantically rushed towards the right house!
Sir Yè's arms had already embraced Shīqìng's arms, with his head bowed down, his mouth twisted into a fierce snarl as he took a huge bite!
The black mist scattered into fine threads, seeping into Sir Yè's mouth.
Shīqìng's face split into four pieces, transforming into different shapes.
There were bloodstained, naked ghosts, Zhao Zuì, the ghost who was eaten earlier, and other unfamiliar ghostly faces.
It finally became Zhao Kāng!
Zhao Kāng wore a pair of frameless glasses and a crisp, well-tailored suit!
He had already put on the mourning clothes of the dead!
What was originally a plump face, quickly turned into a wrinkled, hollowed-out appearance as if it was being drained by Sir Yè!
The few ghosts rushing towards the window stopped in horror, as if taken aback. How could a seductive woman just become a male ghost out of nowhere!
In the next second, they dispersed and fled in all directions, leaving the courtyard empty of ghosts.
Zhao Kāng's body had become completely a skeleton.
He struggled wildly, but he couldn't break free.
Sir Yè's fingers on his arm grew sharp, long nails, tightly grasping him.
The black mist was continuously sucked into Sir Yè's mouths.
The plague ghost eats the spirit of a ghost, but Sir Yè eats the earth's Qi!
That's why the naked ghost ate Zhao Kang right away, and immediately ran away.
This time, I acted quickly enough as well. Since he was still in the "refining" process and had no sense of alertness, Sir Yè was able to snatch him right up!
I was extremely terrified.
If my status as a Plague Ghost were exposed, wouldn't it be like what I see happening right now, with Sir Yè being devoured by him?
The scream grew more piercing, Zhao Kāng was being sucked down to a thin shell of skin, looking like he was a dried-up corpse.
Sir Yè's two faces were particularly enchanted.
The black earth energy emanating from Zhao Kāng's body became thinner and thinner, until after one more surge, it didn't come out as black earth energy but as gray yin energy.
Sir Yè suddenly closed his mouth, looking exceedingly puzzled.
Zhao Kāng was too weak, and at this level of weakness, he would become a wisp of ghostly essence and be digested if Sir Yè ate one more bite.
He lifted both arms, picked up Zhao Kāng, and slightly leaned his body inward, as if the two of them were huddled together. He carefully stared at Zhao Kāng.
A heavy voice was forced out of Sir Yè's mouth, and it could be faintly heard as if saying "false."
A muffled thud was heard as Zhao Kāng was crushed by Sir Yè!
The dispersed gray mist was extremely thick, but Sir Yè still didn't digest Zhao Kāng.
It seems like he only eats earth energy, not ordinary malevolent ghosts.
Then, Sir Yè leaned down and sniffed Huāyíng.
Sir Yè's face showed a deep disappointment, and his body abruptly floated out, rushing towards the bamboo forest.
Sir Yè's body was horizontally floating, and he passed through the bamboo branches, with the distance between his two faces only half a hand's width from mine.
"False!"
The voice was deep and piercing, mixed with a strong gust of evil wind, fiercely blowing against my face!
However, he did not show a fierce expression, and it was as if his normal speaking voice was like this.
My breathing was especially heavy, but I couldn't stop the sweat from forming on my forehead.
In front of Uncle Huang, I could speak fluently, reciting my prepared words without missing a single word.
However, the way Sir Yè is staring at me makes me feel like I'm not dare to lie.
It's as if he would definitely discover if I'm lying!
Sweat beads slipped down drop by drop, and I didn't say a word.
"You can go now," Sir Yè muttered again, and his body suddenly shot upwards.
To him, the bamboo was invisible, but to me, it blocked my view.
I could only see that Sir Yè leaped very high and disappeared into the pitch-black night sky.
Last time I saved Tang Qianqian, Sir Yè appeared at the end and reminded me to leave.
His similar reminder now signifies the danger of this place.
I took a deep breath and quickly ran out of the bamboo forest, heading towards the house to the right.
When I got to the front of the house, I quickly picked up Huāyíng, who was softly lying on the windowsill, and put her on my back.
Inside the house, the thick gray mist was continuously condensing.
Zhao Kāng had not appeared yet, but through the gray mist, I could see the glasses and mourning clothes dimly.
My face had an extremely unstable expression, and I was staring at those two things tightly.
But now, it's not possible to take them out.
Carrying Huāyíng on my back, I walked quickly towards the direction outside the bamboo forest.
But I felt an extremely strong, bone-chilling feeling of malevolence, like it was about to peel me alive and eat me!
