Wen Xiao’ai sucked on her bitten finger, frowning, floating in mid-air, watching Wu Zhihan surrounded by a dozen ghost soldiers.
However, these ordinary ghost soldiers were no match for Wu Zhihan, who had become a vengeful ghost incarnate.
As one after another of chilling and ear-piercing ghost cries rang out, dozens of ghost soldiers had already been torn apart by Wu Zhihan.
Wu Zhihan laughed triumphantly toward the sky, the evening wind blowing her loose long hair fiercely, and her deathly pale face without a hint of blood made people fearful.
Wen Xiao’ai knew these ghost soldiers wouldn’t be her match.
She was just slightly tired, using these ghost soldiers as a temporary barrier, while she thought of a way to deal with Wu Zhihan.
However, even after Wu Zhihan had torn all those ghost soldiers to shreds, Wen Xiao’ai still couldn’t think of a sure method.
"Sister, can’t you summon Black and White Impermanence? Even the Ghost Messenger or Judge would do." The boy below, seeing those ghost soldiers unable to stop Wu Zhihan, in desperation thought of this idea.
As long as they came, it would become a matter for the Netherworld.
"No, if they come, they’d take you away too."
Escaping from the Netherworld without permission, even if unintended, is the same. Being captured and taken back would be a grave crime.
Originally, it was hard for Baozi to reincarnate, and with this added sin, reincarnation would be out of the question.
Baozi is so timid, how could he stay in that pitch-black ghost place for eternity?
"But there’s no other way except for this."
Even though they hadn’t known each other for long, Wen Xiao’ai was risking her own safety for him, making the boy feel indescribably moved.
Even if he couldn’t find whom he was searching for in the end, knowing the sister was worthwhile.
"I can do it; I, Wen Xiao’ai, have never lost in this life, and this time will be no exception."
Wen Xiao’ai said, and with a flick of her finger, drew fresh blood again from the finger already sucked dry.
Wen Xiao’ai swiftly drew a blood talisman on her other palm, and before Wu Zhihan could charge over, she made a quick move, circled to Wu Zhihan’s back, and slapped the blood-talisman-drawn palm onto the back of Wu Zhihan’s head.
A burst of bloodlight appeared, yet the anticipated scene of turning to ash did not happen.
Wu Zhihan merely let out a scream before quickly turning around, retaliating against Wen Xiao’ai.
It seemed Wen Xiao’ai’s earlier move hadn’t caused her any apparent harm.
Wen Xiao’ai was momentarily dazed by her reckless move’s ineffectiveness, and unguardedly, found herself hit directly by Wu Zhihan.
Wen Xiao’ai’s body flew backward like a stringless kite.
The boy cried out in shock.
In the blink of an eye, a black figure arrived with lightning speed, caught Wen Xiao’ai’s waist, and stabilized her flying form in his embrace, then struck to repel Wu Zhihan who attempted to pursue for a kill. Chapters fırst released on novel~fire~net
Wen Xiao’ai bumped into the man’s solid chest, looking up to find her rescuer was a man wearing a black mask, which concealed his entire face, with a black cloak covering his head.
Wen Xiao’ai knew clearly, even though the man was masked, she hadn’t interacted with this person before and wouldn’t have known him.
Yet the aura this person emitted...
After the man forced Wu Zhihan to retreat with one strike, Wen Xiao’ai took advantage of the moment, and delivered a fierce blow to the man, escaping from his hold.
The man, caught off guard, suffered from Wen Xiao’ai’s sudden strike.
His mouth was met with a sharp taste, a gulp of blood surged up but was swallowed down again.
Those eyes, the only part visible outside the mask, looked at Wen Xiao’ai who had landed steadily on the ground with utter disbelief, the hurt in them made one’s heart ache unbearably.