This image stung Ji Yongchuan’s eyes, he reached out to put his trembling fingers under her nose. Her breath…… was so shallow it was almost nothing.
She was dying.
This thought grew to an unprecedented strength.
The black resentment of Ji Yongchuan’s eyes was covered with red. Because of his love and hatred for her, his bone deep obsessive resentment began to dissipate.
“Weiwei, wait for me.”
He gritted his teeth and endured the incredible pain of his grief to speak.
Then he turned around, his eyes flashing firm determination.
Bai Weiwei’s wounds were contaminated with ghost qi, and there was almost no way to stop her from dying.
Moreover, after death, because of the shackles of his grievances, she could only linger in this graveyard forever, unable to reincarnate.
He was crazy, to let his own beloved girl be reduced to an earth bound spirit.
When the moon reached the center of the sky, Ji Yongchuan began to change.
His black robes started to turn red, and silver armor covered his body. Inky hair pulled up into a silver crown, his dark eyes were similar to deep pools, filled with a piercing chill and firmness.
He bent down and reached for her tranquil sleeping face.
Ji Yongchuan looked for a long time, only to slowly bow his head and drop a kiss.
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Moonlight grew richer, and the wretched green color turned red.
Ji Yongchuan raised his eyes, they were filled with red evil spirit qi.
He left her and stood by the coffin, with a longsword in his hand.
The ghosts in the cemetery are all crawling on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.
Ji Yongchuan suddenly whispered an ancient ghost mantra, these were words only the ghost king could recite.
The words of sacrifice.
Three days later, he was supposed to sacrifice Bai Weiwei, succeeding as the ghost king.
And today he read it ahead of time.
The sacrifice became him.
The ghost king’s heart, taken out as sacrifice to bribe the underworld, to stop the ghosts from taking her life.
Ji Yongchuan’s red robe rose, yet his handsome face didn’t have any expression.
His voice grew louder and his ghost qi soared tyrannically.
The cemetery was shrouded in dark ghost qi, so all the ghosts had their qi sucked away by his soul and became part of the sacrifice.
Ji Yongchuan finished the mantra, and finally his words became clear.
“My heart as sacrifice, so ghosts can not invade.”
“I want her life to be safe, peaceful, healthy, disaster-free, and fortunate.”
He still remembered the first time he saw her. She laid in the coffin, with a pair of innocent, clear eyes, gazing sweetly at him.
And he, had a belly full of ulterior motives.
He didn’t know when it started, but everything about her had fallen into his ghostly heart.
She could have lived under the sunlight, the best person.
It was his obsession that dragged her into hell.
“Weiwei, I don’t deserve you.”
Ji Yongchuan showed a dismal smile, the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed backward, penetrating his heart.
The dead heart pulsed vigorously.
It wanted to break free of the fate of death.
The sword flashed fiercely, splitting its struggle, and pulling it out of the chest cavity.
The heart moved even harder.
Ji Yongchuan opened his mouth, and blood poured out. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and said with a hoarse voice: “It turns out this is the feeling of a heartbeat, very painful.”
He heard that loving someone would make ones heart beat faster.
He never experienced that feeling.
Now he realized, it hurt until he didn’t want to live.
The red heart is stuck on top of the tip of the sword.
Ji Yongchuan, covered in blood, recited a series of ghost words of sacrifice.
The moon began to change, and red light swarmed into the coffin.
The ghosts didn’t dare to lift their heads, nor dared to approach.
Bai Weiwei’s soul was something no one dared to detain.
His heart slowly dissipated, dissolving into sand, scattering into the air, and disappearing in an instant.