Chapter 408: Chapter 372: Tongue Extraction

“Vanish!”

White Impermanence’s long tongue flicked as he shouted the word, and the mass of Yin Soldiers before him instantly turned to ashes, greatly alleviating the pressure on Black Impermanence and Zuo Jinye.

But there were many Yin Soldiers at the rear; a long spear unexpectedly pierced through White Impermanence’s body, soon followed by many rusty weapons hacking down. As a ghost, White Impermanence would not get injured or die, but the overwhelming assault of Yin Soldiers restricted his movements.

Before he could speak again to annihilate those Yin Soldiers, a pair of bluish-black small hands suddenly grabbed onto the crimson long tongue hanging across his chest.

From the hole in the Yin Child’s abdomen, a multitude of hands reached out one after another, clutching the crimson tongue and exerting force. Her entire body began to turn transparent and illusory, only those hands gathering all her strength remained real.

Rip!

The extended tongue was abruptly torn away by countless small hands, causing White Impermanence to stumble forward. Upon seeing the Yin Child and the tongue in her hands, he flew into a rage.

Quickly, the Yin Child shoved the tongue into her mouth, hands still raised, uttering a crisp, childish “Get lost!”

A fierce wind struck, lifting the tangled hair on White Impermanence’s face, yet he was not harmed, the tongue’s power instead fiercely rebounding on the Yin Child, who was knocked away like a ball, scattering the Yin Soldiers behind her, and sent flying.

When using the tongue’s power, if the strength gap is too large, the force will backfire on oneself; the Yin Child shouted “Get lost” not “Kill” precisely to escape.

But White Impermanence was not easy to bully; as the Yin Child still flew backward through the air, White Impermanence appeared beside her instantly, wielding the Mourning Stick and striking hard at her small body.

Enveloped in the powerful force of a formidable ghost, the Yin Child was unable to resist, could only hopelessly close her eyes, and clamp her mouth tight, refusing even in death to release the tongue she had snatched through her own effort.

At that critical moment, the Yin Child’s body suddenly vanished mid-air, as Sang Que pulled her back forcefully using the contract between them.

But White Impermanence’s strike, once the target was locked, could penetrate space.

Sang Que, standing at the abyss’s edge, was forcefully struck in the back by an invisible power, as if collided at top speed by a massive truck; half of the force was voluntarily borne by the Yin Child, yet Sang Que still spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was knocked off the abyss’s edge, plummeting into the dark void.

The sound of a gourd flute suddenly erupted, slippery and icy things abruptly coiling around Sang Que’s wrist, fiercely buffering her falling force.

Sang Que struggled to lift her head, seeing Cheng Ge lying at the abyss’s edge, his arms transformed into many venomous snakes entwining together, stretching forward, these snakes gripping Sang Que’s wrist.

Xingzhu blew the gourd flute at the side, causing those snakes to rapidly grow big, become full of strength, climbing and twining around Sang Que, firmly anchoring her.[/p>

In the darkness at the abyss’s bottom, there seemed to be tens or even millions of wronged souls huddling together, staring up at Sang Que, as black smoke took the form of withered Evil Ghosts, climbing from the abyss’s edge continuously, stepping over one another, densely packed, pressing towards where Sang Que was.

Sang Que’s vision grew black in bursts, consciousness scattering unable to concentrate as if her soul had been scattered by that Mourning Stick.

Rumble!

The ground persistently trembled and collapsed, the area underneath Cheng Ge abruptly cracked wide and fell. Cheng Ge’s brow furrowed tightly, pulling Sang Que upwards strongly, Xingzhu manipulated the snake swarm to disperse all the wronged soul ghosts that had climbed up, preventing them from approaching, as Qiao Ling also reached out to lend a hand.

With the collective effort of the group, Sang Que was rescued, directly collapsing into Qiao Ling’s arms, and from one look, Qiao Ling knew Sang Que was gravely injured, immediately carrying her upon his back.

“Hurry!”

Cheng Ge took one last glance into the distance; Yin Soldiers surged endlessly, the blood pool eerily positioned at the abyss’s center was shrouded by rolling black smoke, the skies above crowded with ominous cracks amidst the dark clouds.

Jianshui City tilted beyond ninety degrees, collapsing completely into the abyss amid a deafening crash, stirring up clouds of dust.

This entire Ghost Domain region was about to implode utterly!

Qiao Ling had already escaped from the previously opened Life Gate with Sang Que on his back, Cheng Ge pulling Xingzhu, also leaping out through the void gate before this area collapsed.

Cheng Ge and Xingzhu together tumbled onto the chaotic burial mound, nearly colliding face-first into a corpse wrapped in torn matting.

Within Ghost Domain, the earth shook and the mountains quaked, yet the chaotic burial mound remained deathly silent; the Evil Mist surrounding had somehow dispersed, night turned to blood-red, the full moon overhead became black.

All around the chaotic burial mound, ghosts emerged one after another, bodies dispersed like smoke, floating upward.

The whole of Qinzhou presented the same scene.

“We must quickly leave here; if there’s any way to temporarily seek refuge in Hidden Realm, that’d be best, for Qinzhou is likely about to become a complete Death Domain.”

Qiao Ling swiftly checked on Sang Que’s condition, while urgently speaking to Cheng Ge and Xingzhu.

Sang Que was in a semi-conscious state, her neck marked by Earth Ghost cold and bone-chilling.

By rights, with the difference between Sang Que and White Impermanence, a strike with the Mourning Stick should scatter Sang Que’s soul.

Yet Sang Que merely experienced soul shock; quite possibly due to Earth Ghost’s influence, Earth Ghost had his sights set on Sang Que’s soul.

Qiao Ling also noticed surrounding ghost power was somewhat streaming towards Sang Que, infusing her right hand.

Raising Sang Que’s right hand, Qiao Ling saw her palm bore a faint Copper Coin imprint, prompting a shocking realization, looking at Sang Que with surprise.

Long ago, Qiao Ling suspected a connection between Sang Que and Nine Songs leader Wuyou; within Nine Songs, Wuyou’s relationship with Zuo Jin was no secret, and Zuo Jin, the moment he appeared today, abruptly targeted Sang Que, trapping her in place but left her unharmed…

Adding in various thoughts from before, Qiao Ling had the answer in mind, silently tightening his grip on Sang Que’s wrist, showing a hint of wariness to Cheng Ge.

At this moment, Cheng Ge noticed none of it, hearing Qiao Ling’s words, Cheng Ge squatted in front of Xingzhu, slicing open his finger, quickly drawing strange totems with blood on Xingzhu’s face.

Xingzhu’s eyes slowly transformed into snake pupils, reciting Yunzhou’s spell, afterward opening his mouth, a yellow-brown little snake with horns emerging from inside, dropping to the ground.

Xingzhu deflated completely, in a blink reduced to just a skin.

Dragon and Snake slithered towards a direction, Cheng Ge swiftly stored the skin left by Xingzhu, saying, “Dragon and Snake will lead us to a safe place temporarily, go!”

Qiao Ling carried Sang Que again, departing from the chaotic burial mound with Cheng Ge.

…

Meanwhile.

Mo Yan Shu escaped from around Jianshui City’s Ghost Domain, having completed everything he aimed to do today, convinced even if Zuo Jin doesn’t die, advancing would not be successful.

Eliminating the biggest competition for the junior sister could be considered a kind of support, couldn’t it?

The sky appeared blood-red, flocks of crows flew crying, Mo Yan Shu clenched a fist to his mouth, coughing a few times, glanced at the woods behind, sure Ghost Vendor would catch up soon, needing to leave quickly.

A few steps forward, a person abruptly appeared within the woods, wearing a bamboo hat, face hidden by a black cloth, clothed in black while holding a sword, standing under the tree shadows like a ghost.

Mo Yan Shu stopped in shock, not expecting to meet the long-unseen Nine Songs assassin here.

Thinking for a moment, Mo Yan Shu furrowed his brow, aside from the sudden appearance, more concerned about…

“Who sent you?”

Nine Songs’ assassins, assigned only by the leader of Nine Songs, without the leader’s orders, live among the ordinary people like common folk; if reached old age without any action orders, the assassin chooses a successor, passing down all their skills.

Despite the junior sister appearing here now, it’s obvious she hasn’t officially become Nine Song’s leader, lacking the leader’s three symbols, junior sister couldn’t mobilize the assassin.

Silence ensued in the empty woods, Mo Yan Shu’s question went unanswered, his body suddenly stiffening, the shadow cast behind him by moonlight gradually morphed, taking on the bamboo hat shape.

Mo Yan Shu let out a bitter chuckle, slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the impending judgment…

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