Chapter 279: Chapter 243: Ghost Level

Sang Que exerted all her strength, recklessly initiating Evil Mist Instant Teleportation. Her body had reached its limit; while using the Evil Mist, her body was also being corroded by it, gradually becoming cold and showing signs of livor mortis.

But the urgency within her heart overcame everything; Sang Que couldn’t care less.

The tentacle-like flesh only devoured the emerging evil spirits, not even touching the corpses on the ground. This scene made Sang Que feel a pang of sadness.

Even at times like this, Yu Da still adhered to his bottom line.

Once, Sang Que thought Yu Da was obsequious to everyone. Upon their first meeting, despite his age, Yu Da called Xiao Liu as “Sixth Master,” and was always submissive to a scoundrel like Wei Wu, showing no integrity.

Now Sang Que realized how naive she was!

By using the Evil Mist, Sang Que quickly found Yu Da. He lay alone among the ruins, beside the collapsed and shattered archway on the Evil Suppression Bureau’s square, with only the words “Evil Suppression” left on the plaque.

The spiraling blood fleshes piercing the sky emerged from Yu Da’s abdomen, with the crack shaped like a golden-red eye.

“Old Yu!”

Sang Que shouted, and suddenly many delicate pieces of flesh burst from the ground, wrapping toward her. Before she could dodge, the fleshes halted, vibrating in place, causing no harm to her.

Yu Da’s entire body was like a balloon filled with air, swollen to a point where even his neck was invisible, with blue and purple cracks all over his skin.

He turned his head, barely uttering indistinct words, “Sang Er, I ate people… I’ve broken my vow…”

Sang Que evaded the fleshes and approached Yu Da, “Wan Xiangtou isn’t human, he’s a beast. You didn’t break your vow. Stay strong! I’ll find a way to save you now.”

Rumble!

The earth shattered, Yu Da groaned, and the fleshes dived into the ground from his back, wreaking havoc throughout the city.

At this moment, Yu Da somewhat realized he had fallen into a trap. Swallowing Wan Xiangtou seemed too easy. However, because he swallowed excessively powerful energy, his ghostly powers surged, causing many deaths in the city, making his Heart Lamp unstable, with loss of control inevitable!

This must be the outcome that the Opera God desired, whether from Wan Xiangtou or himself losing control, it all served the purpose of total destruction.

Yu Da weakly pleaded, “Help me, Sang Er, I don’t want to eat people, just… kill me.”

Sang Que grabbed a handful of arrows, stabbing at the fleshes protruding from Yu Da’s abdomen with a Ten Victory Stone Arrowhead. Before it could touch, a tremendous power snapped the arrowhead and sent it flying.

The surrounding fleshes, enraged, charged at Sang Que again, once more forcibly stopped by Yu Da.

Sang Que took a Jade Bracelet and Human Bone Dice capable of one more use from her bag, without hesitation slashed her wrist and donned the bracelet again, which absorbed blood and transformed into ghost blood, spreading beneath Yu Da, slightly repressing the tentacle-like fleshes.

Yu Da’s dim eyes gradually brightened, and Sang Que drew the Hundred Victory Saber, slashing with all her strength.

Clang!

The blade broke upon impact; it still couldn’t sever these things on him.

“So hungry… I’m so hungry…”

Sang Que took out a broken piece of chocolate from her bag, which was meant for Xia Chan; thankfully, it hadn’t melted as it was winter.

She trembled, peeling away the wrapper, placing the chocolate into Yu Da’s mouth.

“See, there are many delicious things in the world that you’ve never tasted, Old Yu, hold on. Once you recover, I’ll take you and Little Chan to have hotpot, cook slices of meat in spicy, numbing broth, dip them in sesame sauce or sesame oil…”

Sang Que used these words to distract Yu Da, secretly commanding the Yin Child to tear at the fleshes protruding from Yu Da’s abdomen.

The Yin Child remained unmoved, forcefully resisting her command.

The Yin Child’s power was insufficient, fearing to touch the things on Yu Da.

Rapid blood loss made Sang Que dizzy. She picked up the Human Bone Dice, “I have no money now, but you can take anything from me, even my luck for the next ten or twenty years, just help me, just once!”

She threw the dice, focusing all her mind on it, watching it spin and land.

No pips appeared; the dice landed in a crevice, a failed throw because she truly had nothing.

Rules are rules, no exceptions!

Yu Da’s mouth moved, as the taste of chocolate melted inside, he weakly smiled, “This… I’ve tasted before… so you really are… her daughter…”

Yu Da murmured, and Sang Que’s pupils contracted; Yu Da had met her birth mother.

But now wasn’t the time for this, the Jade Bracelet continued absorbing her blood, leaving only one last option!

Sang Que retrieved the dice to look at the Yin Child, who still clutched the no longer struggling Golden Child.

“I don’t care what method you use! Right now, you must step into Ghost Level!”

The Yin Child stood still, its hollow eye sockets staring at Sang Que.

The events of tonight have already spiraled out of control—those who know about the Yin Child’s existence number at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand, I’m sure.

The Yin Child must have a way to bridge this gap. She returned to the fourth layer; it wasn’t her first time entering the fourth layer, so she must be different from other ghosts. She must have a way!

The requirements for the Yin Child to advance to the fourth layer are the same as those for ghosts in the fifth layer. As long as the Yin Child can reach the Ghost Level and combine that with the suppression of ghost blood, by dismembering part of the power from Yu Da, Yu Da will have a chance to regain control over his ghost.

Sang Que lifted her hand with the bracelet, “If you don’t help me, I’ll die here, and my death won’t benefit you!”

The Yin Child finally moved, slowly raising her empty hand, pointing at Sang Que.

The Yin Child required Sang Que to pay a price to force the advancement.

Sang Que surveyed the ruins of Wangshan City. Today was New Year’s Eve, a day meant for reunions, yet so many had died already, it was enough.

She decided to gamble once more, betting that she would definitely not die here!

She is the protagonist of the novel; her mom is waiting for her to come home for a family dinner. No matter what happens, she must return!

After reaffirming her resolve, Sang Que surrendered herself, “Bring it on!”

The Yin Child’s lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile. A few shriveled, skeletal hands emerged from her tattered abdomen, grabbing the unresisting body of the Golden Child and slowly pulling it into her body.

Then, a pair of flesh-and-blood nerves–entwined eyeballs appeared in each of the Yin Child’s hands. She lifted her hand to insert the eyeballs into her sockets, and when she lowered her hands, a pair of ghost eyes with red sclera and black pupils looked at Sang Que.

In the instant their eyes met, Sang Que’s breath caught, and she suddenly plunged into the Nine Netherworld. A frigid wind scraped across her face, and she saw high above a pair of crimson ghost eyes, hidden in the darkness, staring coldly at her.

Not only at her but at all her past selves throughout time!

Under the gaze of those ghost eyes, all of her past selves vanished like ash, an indescribable sense of horror and dread erupting from the depths of Sang Que’s heart.

In reality, the Yin Child walked in front of Sang Que and reached out to embrace her, swiftly merging into her body.

Corpse spots rapidly surfaced all over Sang Que’s body, exuding a bone-chilling coldness. Sang Que’s eyes ached; the ghost blood on the ground was drawn back by some strange power, returning to Sang Que’s body.

The bracelet shattered with a crack, and Sang Que felt her own eyeballs slowly cracking apart, blood seeping from her sockets, dyeing her vision scarlet red.

Through that scarlet red, she saw Yu Da in various different periods.

The land ravaged by disaster, surrounded by cannibals; a gaunt Yu Da hunched fearfully in a corner.

Yu Da watched in terror as a ’tongue’ sprouted from his abdomen, chewing on a chicken.

Yu Da stood before a woman whose face was indistinct, listening to her, “I am the Divine Envoy of the Witch Lady. I never lie. As long as you don’t eat people, you won’t lose control. As long as you eat your fill every day and help others when you have the strength to spare, surviving is easy.”

Wearing the Evil Suppression Bureau uniform, a plumper Yu Da walked down the street, while the townsfolk behind him showed genuine gratitude, quietly telling others that Yu Da is a good man who can be approached for help.

Before Sang Que could see more, she fell into darkness, suddenly losing control of her body. This feeling was like when she was possessed by the Yin Child at home and nearly killed her mom.

“Save Yu Da, save him!”

Sang Que desperately repeated in her mind with the last of her strength.

Amidst the ruins, ’Sang Que,’ her face stained with blood, slowly raised her head, a cruel smile that did not belong to her gradually appearing on her face, her black and white eyes turning into those crimson ghost eyes of the Yin Child.

The Yin Child raised Sang Que’s right hand, and as her power continued to rise, the gray Evil Mist roiled and churned around, distorting the surroundings, threatening to transform them into a kind of Ghost Realm.

Tiny sparks ignited on the Yansheng coin in her palm, and the trigram on it quickly vanished with the wind.

Lowering her hand, the Yin Child looked at the struggling Yu Da, reaching out to the flesh and blood bursting from his abdomen.

Just as she was about to touch him, the Yin Child suddenly drew her hand back, plunging it into her own chest, which was Sang Que’s chest.

Sang Que’s heart was yanked out by the Yin Child, beating in her palm, steaming in the wintry night.

Blood splattered on Yu Da’s face, and he abruptly widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at the scene unfolding.

With a flip of her hand, she dropped Sang Que’s heart. The Evil Mist surged forth, enveloping the possessed Sang Que; within the mist, those crimson eyes glanced at Yu Da one last time before disappearing instantly.

Yet before the Yin Child could go far, she suddenly froze; a scorching spark sprouted from her brow, gradually forming two ancient characters. The Yin Child’s eyes widened in terror, the surrounding Evil Mist disintegrating into ash.

“Let go… Sang Er!!!”

Yu Da could no longer suppress the power within his body. With a roar of rage, he exploded completely.

Several thin, translucent strips of flesh shot up from beneath the Yin Child’s feet, crashing down with a thunderous clap!

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