Chapter 219: Chapter 187: One Slash to the Curse Ghost

“Hasn’t Fengning City already been completely destroyed?” Sang Que asked in confusion.

He Buning shook his head, “It has just become a deserted city. Initial clean-up has been completed, and after some reconstruction of the damaged parts, it can be used again.”

Sang Que understood. In a world like the Deceit Dynasty, building a city is probably not easy, so if it can be used, it should be utilized.

Sang Que intended to ask He Buning about any major upheavals in the Xuan Dynasty ninety years ago, as this would be the key to determining whether the present day is channeling Evil Ghosts into the Deceit Dynasty.

But He Buning was too sharp-minded, and Sang Que feared that he might inadvertently expose something, so he dismissed the thought and decided to ask Granny Zhuang instead.

They talked about random things, mostly revolving around Xia Chan.

He Buning wanted to take Sang Que to patrol Xunzhou, and naturally, Xia Chan had to follow. He Buning didn’t plan on letting Xia Chan join the Evil Suppression Bureau. He originally intended for Xia Chan to stay in Wangshan City, where he could find a housekeeper and an old nanny to manage the estate and take care of Xia Chan.

But after hearing Sang Que’s words, He Buning changed his mind and decided to let Xia Chan follow along in the guise of being Sang Que’s younger sister.

Xia Chan could go wherever she wanted, and if she wanted to handle strange cases with them, she could do so.

He would try to trust Xia Chan’s abilities and, like Sang Que, put effort into training Xia Chan.

It’s better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

Moreover, he tested Xia Chan, and Xia Chan had no idea what the Nine Songs Sacred Object looked like. She had never seen such a thing. She said her mother had left her only the broken wooden comb on her head, and nothing else.

If Xia Chan’s identity were exposed, He Buning worried that Nine Songs and other forces would be adverse to Xia Chan. So, keeping Xia Chan by his side, disguised as Sang Que’s sister and teaching Xia Chan to protect herself, was the safest approach.

Sang Que asked if Xia Chan could advance to Ghost Level with abilities like hers, and He Buning said she could, but how to advance specifically, only Xia Chan could know, and it would certainly be very dangerous.

He Buning said he had died once and come back to life before stepping into Ghost Level.

Back then, those with him were not Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu, but Old Three and Old Four.

He Buning also mentioned to Sang Que that last time when capturing Qu Tianhe, he encountered Nine Songs’ Bell Doctor, who gave Xia Chan a bottle of medicine. He instructed Sang Que to remind Xia Chan to take one pill a day, no more. That was to stabilize the Evil Spirits’ power within Xia Chan and dispel negative influences.

After finishing that bottle, Xia Chan’s strength could rise another level.

Xia Chan hadn’t mentioned this before, perhaps forgetting, and it was only now that Sang Que was sure that the Witch Lady’s power to conceal her identity indeed existed.

At that time, she had chased after Qu Tianhe in that direction, and if she hadn’t gotten lost, she would certainly have met Nine Songs’ Bell Doctor, but ultimately she missed it.

As the sky darkened, Sang Que felt it inappropriate to leave He Buning here to guard the night while she rested, so she reluctantly continued the conversation.

She didn’t know how long they talked until a candle burned down to the end, and Sang Que, unable to resist the sudden onset of drowsiness, inexplicably fell asleep on the table.

He Buning glanced at Sang Que nonchalantly, not surprised, and instead replaced the candle and got up to stretch his muscles.

Sang Que had been sitting there the whole time; he couldn’t be rude. His back grew stiff from sitting, but he had to maintain the posture of a Colonel, forcing himself to swallow the tea Sang Que poured him, mouth full of tea leaves, unable to spit and only swallow.

Sang Que didn’t fall asleep out of tiredness; it was because the Curse Ghost was approaching.

Sure enough, the candle on the table was suddenly blown out by a gust of wind, and Sang Que began to frown with unease, wanting to move but unable to make a sound or move, as if experiencing sleep paralysis, falling into a nightmare.

In the darkness, He Buning’s pupils were bright, standing next to Sang Que as he surveyed the surroundings.

The cry of a baby was heard, and He Buning quickly glanced in that direction, seeing a pitch-black, beast-like infant crawling on the beam, glaring at Sang Que with blood-red eyes, full of resentment.

The Curse Ghost doesn’t have a fixed shape and will take on different appearances according to the curse.

At this moment, He Buning could clearly see the Curse Ghost, indicating that the current Curse Ghost was at a level below the fourth layer.

A faint black line extended from the Curse Ghost’s body, connecting to Sang Que, while He Buning kept his eyes fixed on the Curse Ghost, fully alert, unaware of the Curse Line creeping from Sang Que and stealthily stretching in his direction.

The infant suddenly let out a sharp cry, piercing He Buning’s ears like needles, causing him to frown in pain.

The Curse Ghost took this opportunity to pounce down from the beam. If it landed on Sang Que, it would immediately merge with her dream, continuously tormenting her within it.

The stronger the fear Sang Que experienced in the dream, the more it would attract the Dream Ghost.

In a critical moment, He Buning suddenly raised his hand, accurately gripping the small infant in mid-air, with green yin fire flaring up in his hand.

The Curse Ghost let out a woeful wail, struggling fiercely while engulfed in the yin fire; He Buning’s ears bled, and his head throbbed, but he refused to let go.

He held on for a full half-minute before the infant-form Curse Ghost was burned into a wisp of black smoke by the yin fire, disappearing along with the Curse Line from Sang Que.

The first repelling of the Curse Ghost was complete. The next one could become two or turn stronger.

He Buning took a deep breath and relit the candle, watching Sang Que’s brows gradually relax.

After the Start of Winter, the cold wind whistled, making the northern nights exceptionally chilly.

He Buning looked at Sang Que sleeping on the table, sighed, took the cloak he bought for Little Chan today hanging by the door, and gently draped it over Sang Que.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the cloak touched Sang Que, she suddenly opened her eyes and stood up, swiftly drawing a dagger and sweeping her arm across.

Rip!

He Buning took a half-step back, the cloak in his hand cut open, with a line of blood slowly appearing on his neck.

Sang Que instinctively instantaneously teleported to the other side of the room. Once fully awake and seeing He Buning standing there gripping the cloak with a stiff expression, her face froze.

Knowing the Curse Ghost was coming, even in her sleep, her mind was tightly wound, her self-defense heightened to the max, so she would instinctively counterattack if anyone touched her.

He Buning’s Adam’s apple bobbed from the fright of Sang Que’s earlier counterattack; luckily, he dodged quickly, leaving the injury on his neck inconsequential.

He casually tossed the cloak onto the chair Sang Que had been sitting in, “Nice alertness. The Curse Ghost has already come. Rest well.”

With that said, He Buning turned and left.

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