278: Chapter 276: Baili…
278: Chapter 276: Baili…
Fang Geyu’s face revealed a cold smile as she headed towards the direction where the female corpse had fled, disregarding the disobedience of the longsword in her hand.
Her slender fingertips slowly traced over the blue gemstone at the end of the sword hilt before firmly grasping it.
The sword tip emerged an inch from its sheath!
The heaven frosted, the earth whitened, the entire city steeped in a deadly yin energy!
Whether it was the walking corpses frantically fleeing toward the afterworld of Houtu or the dark bloodstains left on the ground, they were instantly shredded into a swirl of blue smoke by the invisible terrifying Sword Intent from all directions, dispersing into the heavens and earth like a dream.
“If you want to unsheathe, then I will help you,” Fang Gyeu’s cold smile lingered as she looked on with deep eyes, “After all, I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time.”
The eerie and powerful sword in her hand then ceased its trembling and whining, quieting down.
The inch of unsheathed sword tip, reflecting the ink-like night, emitted a chilling, cold light.
Fang Geyu released her grip on the hilt, and the sword, as if alive, sheathed itself back that one inch.
The frosty Sword Intent in the sky gradually dispersed.
Fang Geyu did not pause her steps; near a heavy stone millstone on the west side of the deserted mansion, she found an underground chamber concealed by dried grass.
Around it, splotchy dark bloodstains and two iron doors sinking into the earth were half open, emanating a deep darkness and a chilly aura.
Fang Geyu continued deeper without stopping.
The passageway of the underground chamber was very long and deep.
Upon entering, one would find that rather than an underground chamber, it resembled a prison dungeon intentionally arranged.
It seemed as if buried in Yin Soil, the air was filled with the smell of decayed coffin wood soaked in corpse water, damp and sticky.
There was no candlelight, and it was pitch black ahead.
Fang Geyu took a fire stick from her Qiankun Bag and ignited it, the orange flame dispelling the night-like darkness and clearly illuminating the path ahead.
She saw a woman’s corpse in a red dress painfully curled up in a sticky pool of dark blood.
Clearly a Fierce Ghost, but her soul contained such an immense amount of tainted blood.
she was being fed on fresh blood all day.
Her lovely face was full of scalding, ugly blisters as if splashed with boiling water, the bright red skin and flesh peeling away with pus, contracting painfully.
Unlike the thick dark blood on her ghastly face, the lips of the female corpse were stained with strands of bright red, finely shredded blood clots.
At this moment, a weak, painful moan emanated from a dark corner.
There was still a living person in this deserted mansion?
Fang Geyu’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as she extended the fire stick, the light revealing a figure covered in blood.
This person had not yet died, bound by chains made of bones at their wrists and ankles.
Their messy black hair obscured their features.
They wore a purple robe of a Daoist sect, opened slightly at the chest to reveal a fair and beautiful neck.
Only the neck seemed to be savagely torn by a starving beast, with a chunk of flesh ripped out and blood and muscles grotesquely exposed, spurting fresh blood from the torn tendons.
The right wrist’s sleeve appeared as if shredded by sharp claws, torn into thin strips of fabric, and the hidden Sleeve Sword within the sleeve was now tainted with rust and speckles, laying at their feet.
Given such a tragic state, if not rescued soon, they would not survive much longer.
It seemed that being imprisoned in the darkness for so long, the sudden warmth of the firelight was almost too harsh, and the person weakly shuddered their head and shoulders, lifting a fair and delicate face.
A high hairdo, beautifully arched eyebrows, a delicate nose, and cherry-red, unpainted lips.
Though evidently disheveled and weak, as they lifted their head, tears glistened in their eyes, like a peony blooming.
Was this a very beautiful…
Fang Geyu observed this woman’s attire and the ghastly wounds on her neck from which flesh had been torn, thinking to herself how could the Wandao Immortal Alliance have such a resilient female cultivator?
The female cultivator clearly did not expect to actually receive rescue in such dire circumstances, especially in a deserted mansion, a place of extraordinary danger.
With this thought, she cast an immensely grateful and excited look towards Fang Geyu.
Little did she know that she had overestimated Fang Geyu’s compassion, not to mention, on her first day in the city, she had already been plotted against by the Wandao Immortal Alliance.
Seeing someone from the Wandao Immortal Alliance now, let alone expecting her to humbly and compassionately lend a hand, not stepping up and thoroughly trampling them twice over would be considered lenient.
Fang Geyu, as if not noticing the tragic state of the delicate and beautiful woman, arrogantly glanced over her and did not linger.
Seeing this posture, could it be that she was not here to rescue?
The person bound by bone chains immediately became anxious, hurriedly declaring their identity, “I am Baili Xianxian from the Wandao Immortal Alliance.
If you can save me today, I am willing to offer a hefty reward!”
Fang Geyu couldn’t muster any interest in what this person called a ‘hefty reward.’ She glanced disdainfully at the female corpse He Sha, coldly saying, “You have some skills, capturing the Young Master of the Vice Alliance Hierarch of Wandao Immortal Alliance here.
I guess the thing in your mouth was bitten off from Baili Xianxian, wasn’t it?”
He Sha, the female corpse, lying on the ground, couldn’t stop the yin energy from seeping out all over her body, said, “I…
Fang Geyu laughed, her smile rather cold, “You are already dead.”
He Sha lifted her blood-tear blurred eyes, filled with deep hatred, “I still have unfulfilled grievances!”
Fang Geyu approached carrying the fire stick, this time not minding the foul odor from the corpse.
She slowly squatted in front of her, took out an ancient oil lamp from her Qiankun Bag, lit it, and placed it on the ground.
Then she took out a jug of cold water from the Qiankun Bag, pouring it over the female corpse’s blood-stained cheeks and mouth, washing away the fresh blood and flesh from her face and mouth.
Fang Geyu indifferently said, “Spit that out.
It’s not anything good, is it?”
The female corpse paused, then her face filled with resentful emotions suddenly smiled.
Her eyelids drooped into a curved shape, not the cold cruel sneer of a ghost, nor a heartless jibe but a smile uncharacteristic of a ghost.
This smile dissipated the fierce ghostly aura around her, and in the corners of her eyes, there seemed to be traces of the naive and bright girl who used to wash clothes by the lakeside.
The female corpse He Sha smiled and asked, “You aren’t Tao Ziyang, are you?”
That aristocratic lady who always looked down on her, how could she be so gentle with her?
She should have known earlier, if it were really Tao Ziyang, how could she have been wounded so terribly?
“How so?” Fang Geyu raised an eyebrow, :”Realizing that Tao Ziyang and Yun Shulang, whom you desperately wanted to kill, aren’t here, do you regret making a move?”
He Sha tremblingly scooped up a palmful of clear water, delicately rinsing her eyebrows and eyes clean, she chuckled softly, “Yes, I do regret it quite a bit.”