268: Chapter 266: Sorry 268: Chapter 266: Sorry When Baili An opened his eyes, he found himself lying serenely on the red phoenix couch.

He stared at the ceiling beams above him, his gaze calm as he briefly pondered, before turning his head to look at the girl in red, who was sleeping soundly, her arms around his.

Beside him, a chill breeze swept through.

He propped himself up and looked toward the foot of the bed only to see a three-foot-long red silk hanging beneath the beam.

On the red silk hung a hanged ghost.

Its cyan-gray eyes bulged, its long, crimson tongue stretched out grotesquely, the door left ajar, and as the night wind blew, the hanged corpse swayed and fluttered, displaying a horrific visage of unpeaceful death.

If an ordinary person awoke to such a frightening scene in the middle of the night, they would undoubtedly scream in terror, their soul nearly leaving their body.

But Baili An reacted with unusual calmness, tilting his head and asking seriously, “Doesn’t it hurt, hanging like that?”

Seeing that she had failed to frighten Baili An, the tongue of the red-dressed female corpse curled up like a rolled rice cake in disappointment and retracted into her mouth.

The red silk on her neck danced like a snake, untied itself from the beam, and slid into the sleeve of the female corpse.

Weightless, the female corpse floated down, her bulging, lifeless eyes ‘staring’ mournfully at Baili An with pupils devoid of light or focus.

She was utterly blind.

The female corpse tilted her head, her expressionless eyes carrying a faint mockery.

Knowing she couldn’t see, Baili An unabashedly examined the small yellow drum tied around the waist of the female corpse.

The drum was the size of two palms with crimson fringes that looked as though they had been soaked in peril, and indeed, those fringes had soaked up countless blood.

Even from a distance, Baili An could smell the dense blood energy.

The drum’s yellow, thin hide was translucent under the candlelight, even showing the delicate texture of the skin.

It was a Human Skin Drum!

Baili An’s eyes darkened in an instant, and he quickly turned to check on Fang Geyu, who was still unconscious, a wave of worry washing over him.

The Human Skin Drum was a notoriously venomous Evil Artifact in the Ghost Path.

Some could kill with a thought and others could trap souls, transforming people into ghosts.

Baili An could not determine which type the Human Skin Drum on the female corpse was, but it was certainly not something safe for Fang Geyu, who remained unconscious.

Before he could turn Fang Geyu over, a cold, corpse-like hand touched Baili An’s neck, and its dark nails suddenly exerted force.

The fingers dug deep into his flesh, and from behind him, a cold, deadly whisper came, “You’re pretending to be asleep.”

Those affected by the drum sound couldn’t possibly awaken so quickly.

Although the soul inside the female corpse’s shell seemed to be in a vague state of obscurity, she was not foolish.

From the moment Baili An spoke, she knew he hadn’t fallen for the trap.

Despite Baili An still having a bit of strength to fight, he was concerned for the unconscious Fang Geyu and did not react violently to the female corpse’s aggressive act.

He vigorously circulated the breathing technique taught by Wen Hanwei, making his breathing and false heartbeat sound utterly human.

The female corpse didn’t notice anything unusual about Baili An and only felt an exceptionally cold skin under her palm.

Her expression was momentarily bewildered, soon returning to one of indifferent mockery, “Such a cold body, Yun Shulang, are you scared?”

Her gaze seemed to say it was as cowardly as ever.

Baili An visibly paused when the female corpse called out the name Yun Shulang.

This female corpse took him for Yun Shulang.

He had indeed entered the Inner City’s haunted house under the guise of being Yun Shulang.

He wasn’t sure why the female corpse recognized Yun Shulang, but from her tone, it seemed she was quite familiar with him.

It was one thing for her to be blind and unable to distinguish his appearance.

But astonishingly, she couldn’t even discern his voice from Yun Shulang’s.

Moreover, if she truly knew Yun Shulang, she would know that Yun Shulang was just a mortal man without cultivation.

Yet, she had just exchanged moves with him.

Baili An suppressed the doubts in his heart and decided to fully assume the identity of Yun Shulang.

He quietly touched Fang Geyu’s forehead to check her temperature, which was normal, allding him a sigh of relief.

However, he nonchalantly asked, “What exactly do you intend to do?”

As soon as the question fell, the fingers around his neck suddenly tightened with force!

The female corpse’s dark, Corpse Poison-laden nails sharply extended, the dreadful power enough to pierce his corpse demon body, the nails sinking into his flesh leaving five dark red blood holes.

Baili An frowned due to the pain and lifted his right hand, clamping her wrist with an iron-like grip as the struggle began.

He saw the female corpse pressing her lifeless, cold face closer, her cyan-gray eyes tinged with a crimson blood trace.

Her other hand moved like lightning, grabbing Baili An’s hand that rested on Fang Geyu’s forehead.

Her cold, raspy voice expressed no emotion, “You really do care about your newly-wed wife, Yun Shulang.

Making such moves right under my nose, you really are a dog that can’t stop eating filth.”

In a daze, Baili An seemed to grasp an immensely crucial thread in that instant.

Forced to lift his head, he looked deeply at the female corpse’s face, catching the resentful hatred in her eyes, and called out her name, “He Sha…”

He had thought this call might bring about something different.

But the female corpse’s expression remained unchanged, and Baili An also realized that the resentful emotion in her eyes was not directed at him as ‘Yun Shulang.’

The female corpse smiled calmly, her gray-cyan pupils stark with a fierce and mournful look, “It’s vain that you still care about me.”

Baili An, for a moment, did not know how to respond.

He had learned the tragic story of the laundry woman He Sha and the Yun Family’s young master from the servants of Yun Family—a pitiful woman reputedly drowned in the deep lake of the border city, who had transformed into such a dreadful Fierce Ghost in the haunted house.

The various darkness and bitterness of her past were unknown and undiscovered.

But even if the female corpse before him was a highly vicious Fierce Ghost, it didn’t change the fact that she was an innocent victim in life.

Baili An knew he was facing the female corpse He Sha as ‘Yun Shulang.’ He softened his expression, gradually releasing the firm grip on her wrist, his fingers awkwardly and lightly rubbing the bruises there, he whispered apologetically, “Sorry.”

He Sha’s eyes slightly widened, her grip loosening inevitably, her head tilted to one side.

Clearly unable to see, but her empty eye sockets subconsciously aimed at Baili An’s gently bruised fingers.

Her expression was forlorn, her slightly silly demeanor reflecting confusion_ItemType.

Clearly, she hadn’t expected to hear ‘Yun Shulang’ say sorry.

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