Chapter 272: Chapter 239: Curse (Special Thanks for Fan Event—’Xipi Cat’)

Sang Que was trembling all over, her eyes hot and wet. She hurriedly placed her right hand on Xuan Yu, trying to use the power of the Geng Trigram to hold onto Xuan Yu’s life.

Xia Chan’s head was suspended in midair, and upon seeing this scene, her anger erupted.

The Soldier Ghost was entangled with the Martial Arts Ghost, and the Red Umbrella Ghost charged towards Xia Chan. Enraged, Xia Chan’s long black hair surged like a torrent, whipping the Red Umbrella Ghost away directly.

“Little Chan will kill you!”

Her black hair flowed like a raging tide, carrying the force of a breached river, crushing the multitude of Ghost Slaves in between into pieces, as Wan Xiangtou stepped back half a step, unable to do anything before being engulfed by the black hair.

Xia Chan expended all her strength in the struggle, strands of hair infiltrating Wan Xiangtou’s body from all directions, using every means at her disposal to kill him.

He Buning was utterly shocked by this scene, and the answer in his heart could no longer be suppressed by anything.

Xia Chan was definitely not the sister born from the same mother as him.

The Deceitful Bride, summoned by Wan Xiangtou, was about to assist him in escaping, when He Buning’s expression turned stern. Without hesitation, he rushed out of the range illuminated by the Exorcism Red Candle and grabbed the Deceitful Bride’s hand.

The Deceitful Bride’s head turned completely to face behind, fixing her terrifying face on He Buning. Instantly, he felt a chilling paralysis, and his hand holding the Deceitful Bride’s arm rapidly rotted and peeled away, leaving only bones within a single breath. The rot spread upward along his arm.

He Buning cut his upper arm with a knife, allowing his blood to flow down like kerosene onto the Deceitful Bride, burning her.

Despite the disparity in power levels, the damage He Buning could inflict on the Deceitful Bride was limited. The rot had already turned one of his arms to bone, and the flesh on his shoulder and chest began to separate and fall away.

The Soldier Ghost remained entangled with the Martial Arts Ghost, while the Red Umbrella Ghost specialized in decapitating others. Without Xia Chan’s head as a target anymore, it drifted towards He Buning, who was still within the Exorcism Red Candle’s range.

“Dice!”

Sang Que shouted towards He Buning, the Human Bone Dice at his feet.

Once the Geng Trigram took effect and Xuan Yu’s life was secured, Sang Que immediately retrieved the Curse Doll she acquired from the Southern Ocean woman from her bag.

Xuan Yu was clever, attuned to Sang Que’s needs instinctively.

“Ah!”

Xia Chan let out a shriek; her hair entangling Wan Xiangtou caught fire, the golden-red flames rushing swiftly towards Xia Chan’s head like fire over oil.

Sang Que swiftly drew the Hundred Victory Saber and chopped down before the flames reached, severing Xia Chan’s hair at the roots.

Xia Chan’s head fell into Sang Que’s arms, while the hair in the air scattered like ashes.

Wan Xiangtou, ragged and bloodied, with one arm twisted and overturned, had his mask shattered and falling off, revealing his original face.

It was a very gentle face, with certain shadows of Granny Zhuang. Dressed in female attire, it would surely astonish everyone.

It was unclear whether this was his natural appearance or if he had been gradually influenced by the Deceitful Bride he controlled. Even his feet were dainty and delicate like a woman’s, wearing ladies’ cloth boots.

Wan Xiangtou’s eyes were fierce, holding a specially made black flint in his unbroken right hand, printed with golden Buddhist text.

Crack!

The sound of snapping bones echoed as the Soldier Ghost’s broadsword sliced the Martial Arts Ghost along with the flag it bore at the waist. Sang Que felt her own waist bones being snapped by a tremendous force in that instant.

Sang Que’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, no longer able to feel her legs.

“Sister!”

Xia Chan’s head rolled out of Sang Que’s arms, her short hair extending with effort but unable to catch Sang Que.

The Exorcism Red Candle burned out at this point, under the Ink-Wash Ghost Realm’s fifth layer and surrounded by formidable Evil Ghosts and Ghost Slaves. A single red candle couldn’t last long.

The intense pain caused Sang Que to break out in a cold sweat, letting out a muffled groan as her energy and blood quickly drained, concentrating on her broken waist bone. However, she was already too weak, and her recovery was very slow.

Blood, she was nearly unable to suppress her craving for human blood.

The Soldier Ghost, dragging its long knife, approached Sang Que with a sense of impending doom, while the Ghost Slaves also slowly closed in on her.

With trembling hands, Sang Que quickly retrieved the Curse Doll she had obtained from the Southern Ocean woman. As long as there was a name, along with any one of blood, hair, or fingernails, she could cast a curse to inflict endless pain on the adversary.

Sang Que stuffed hair from the Mystic Jade Claw into the mouth of the mud doll.

Before she could write the name, her vision darkened, and the Soldier Ghost was already in front of her, raising its saber.

Sang Que’s upper body remained immobilized, the Evil Mist completely suppressed by the Ghost Realm.

Xia Chan was blocked by the Ghost Slaves and couldn’t come over, only able to watch helplessly as the saber swung down.

In the nick of time, a flash of green fire entered Sang Que’s eyes, accompanied by the sound of clashing weapons.

Sang Que looked up to see He Buning, half of his body already rotted to the bone, frowning with two hands tightly gripping a saber engulfed in yin fire, blocking the Soldier Ghost’s saber.

He and the Soldier Ghost were both on the fourth layer, their strengths evenly matched.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sang Que noticed the Deceitful Bride’s side; the Red Umbrella was split in half and burning, the Deceitful Bride was also engulfed in yin fire, struggling in agony, while the Human Bone Dice on the ground changed position, showing four dots on top.

He Buning had severely injured the Deceitful Bride using the Human Bone Dice, slashing through the Red Umbrella Ghost, and immediately came over to help block that strike for her.

He Buning’s feelings were complicated, but he cast aside all complex thoughts, followed his heart, and decisively helped Sang Que block the Soldier Ghost.

“Wan Hongtu!”

Sang Que’s eyes turned icy, quickly writing down three characters on the Curse Doll, then looked up and shouted coldly.

Under Wan Xiangtou’s feet, ink still transformed into Evil Ghosts entangling him, intensifying; he burned them off with a flint, then looked up to see Sang Que raising an iron nail high, fiercely stabbing it into the earth where the Mud Doll lay.

Squish!

Wan Xiangtou heard the sound of a blade piercing flesh, and a blot of blood burst from his abdomen, the intense pain causing him to collapse on the ground, curling into a ball.

It’s a curse!

It wouldn’t take his life, but the feeling of pain was unavoidable.

“Wan Hongtu!”

Sang Que called out again, pulling the iron nail and stabbing repeatedly, causing Wan Xiangtou to scream in intense pain.

Wan Xiangtou’s mind was unable to focus due to the excruciating pain, and beside him, a red veil flew up as several pairs of withered, greenish hands grabbed his arm and gave a gentle tug.

“Ahhh!!!”

Wan Xiangtou’s screams pierced the sky, and the freed Yin Child appeared holding the veil and arm, then swiftly returned to Sang Que’s side dropping the two items, the arm still clutching the special flint.

The Soldier Ghost was temporarily blocked by He Buning, and Xia Chan was just managing to handle the Ghost Slave horde.

Wan Xiangtou writhed in agony, falling into a pool of ink on the ground, where he was firmly grasped and torn apart by the Ink and Water Evil Ghosts.

Sang Que forcefully nailed a few more times, the Deceitful Bride recovering, turning viciously, and flashing rapidly toward Sang Que and He Buning.

Wan Xiangtou also pulled out a paper packet from his bosom containing a lump of disgusting rotten meat, quickly stuffing it into his mouth to chew on. Immediately, worm-like flesh emerged from his severed arm, rapidly forming a new one.

The curse couldn’t kill Wan Xiangtou, and the three of them trying to kill him was too challenging.

At this moment, Sang Que’s entirety was filled with negative states, full of rage and irritation, and a crazy idea suddenly erupted in her mind.

This round, bet with life!

Sang Que took out a bracelet received from Xia Chan, slashing her wrist to slip it on.

The bracelet felt the fresh blood, and the ghost blood within it became highly active, like a floodgates opening, absorbing Sang Que’s blood while converting it into ghost blood that spilled over, spreading around.

The Deceitful Bride was caught off guard, stepping into the ghost blood, and was instantly frozen, unable to move.

Sang Que then took out a Ghost Nail she had always feared to use; the moment it touched blood, the nails on all her fingers immediately turned upward, and Sang Que screamed in pain, falling to the ground, her consciousness scattered.

A ghostly hand appeared out of thin air, fiercely gripping the Deceitful Bride by the neck.

Xia Chan shredded the surrounding Ghost Slaves, her head flying through the air, using all her strength to bind the Deceitful Bride’s waist with her hair.

He Buning drove back the Soldier Ghost, igniting yin fire on half of his body, pressing his palm onto the Deceitful Bride’s shoulder.

Pooling all their strength, the Deceitful Bride was pinned in place, and the Yin Child appeared behind her, several withered, green hands emerging from her torn belly, reaching for the Deceitful Bride.

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