bookcurios Chapter 465 Ghost Catcher 26
Chapter 465 Ghost Catcher 26
"Ugh!" Foreman Zhao only managed a short gasp, his voice stuck in his throat. He couldn't even comprehend what was happening. He only felt that handsome face magnified infinitely before his eyes, and those bottomless eyes seemed to turn into two whirlpools, instantly swallowing up his remaining consciousness.
A warm current, or the most essential yang energy in his life, was drawn out of his body without any hindrance and poured into "Liu Yuan"'s body.
The process is incredibly fast.
In just three seconds, the light in Foreman Zhao's eyes completely died out, leaving only an empty grayness.
"Liu Yuan" - the Ghost King, had a subtle blush of satisfaction, almost intoxication, on his face, and his pale lips seemed to be painted with a light layer of blood-colored rouge.
The brief brilliance was fleeting, and soon returned to its sickly paleness and weakness.
"Too filthy..." The Ghost King manipulated Liu Qingyan's throat, muttering to himself in a low voice, with undisguised disgust. It pulled out the wrist that Foreman Zhao had grabbed, but it was still pale, with no trace of any wound.
Foreman Zhao's huge body slid softly against the wall and fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying scene.
There were no external injuries, and the autopsy report would only show: cardiac arrest.
A miserable worker who died suddenly due to long-term fatigue and bad living habits - on the edge of the city, such human life is like grass and cannot cause any ripples.
Liu Yuan (the Ghost King) patted the corner of his clothes that was not stained with dust at all, without even looking at the rapidly cooling body on the ground.
It walked up the stairs slowly but gracefully, heading towards the gloomy little house.
In the darkness, the pretty face of Liu Qingyan, when illuminated by the faint light coming through the window of the corridor behind her, clearly flashed a hint of the sinister and cruel smile of the Ghost King.
A drop of pure Yang energy, like a drop of water falling into a deep well, temporarily relieves the deep thirst. More is needed... purer "prey".
A more covert and deadly trapping plan took shape in the Ghost King's sea of consciousness. It would target those souls who were depressed, unhappy, and easily moved by tenderness and dependence—they had greater emotional fluctuations, wider gaps between their souls and spirits, and a stronger "flavor" of Yang energy.
True darkness has just begun to silently infiltrate the most vulnerable corners of this city. After Yun Chu recovers his strength, he will follow the clues and lead them to this life-consuming quagmire.
***
Time flies, and seven days pass by.
The faint smell of ghost blood that remained in the city's atmosphere after the battle on Huaiyin Road was like ink in water. Although it was diluted by the city's huge life magnetic field, it never really dissipated.
Yun Chu sat quietly in a quiet place, a faint golden aura swirling around her, the yang essence and true qi she had consumed slowly returning to full strength. Before her, a small crystal bottle hovered, sealed within it were a few drops of dark red ghost blood that had splashed that day and were wriggling like a living thing.
Yun Chu made mysterious hand seals and muttered ancient spells. A faint golden light like a thread penetrated the mouth of the bottle and wrapped around the filthy blood spot.
"Tracing the source of blood, all evil is revealed... Finger!"
As Yun Chuqing's shout fell, the dark red blood spot in the crystal bottle suddenly exploded into a very fine halo of different colors. At the same time, in Yun Chu's sea of consciousness with his eyes closed and concentrated, a blurry but with a strong sense of direction "map" suddenly unfolded.
A "line" that seems to be there and not there, but has a cold and chilling direction, penetrates the chaotic magnetic field noise of the city and stubbornly points to the old city demolition area in the south of the city, which is like a scar of the city.
"found it!"
Yun Chu opened her eyes, a gleam of lightning in them, without a trace of hesitation. A gentle breeze blew through her moon-white Taoist robe, and her figure instantly vanished into the tranquility of the mountain forest, swooping down towards the place where resentment was lingering.
***
The demolition area in the south of the city is dilapidated like a fading monster.
In the evening, the bleak rays of light painted on the ruins, but could not dispel the dampness and gloom that had accumulated in the alleys for years.
The windows of the shady rental house on the third floor were closed and the cheap curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the last bit of light from the outside world.
Liu Yuan - or rather, the body of Liu Qingyan occupied by the Ghost King, was currently sitting cross-legged in the middle of the cold floor.
A miniature inverted pentagram made of coagulated dark red blood was carved on the ground, and the air was filled with a sickening mixture of sweet and rotten smells.
He was surrounded by a layer of extremely thin gray-red mist that was strong enough to distort light. He was greedily absorbing the last bit of yang energy flowing in the formation diagram and squeezed out from his prey.
Outside the window, the drunkards' nonsense and the vendors' arguments downstairs could be heard, which provided a perfect cover.
Over the past few days, the essence of the second "target" has made the remnant soul slightly more stable, and the ghost king's blood-red eyes, buried deep beneath the appearance of "Liuyuan", flashed with a cold and satisfied luster.
It was waiting for night to fall completely so it could set a trap for its next, more "pure" target.
suddenly!
An indescribable, instinctive, and extremely alarming feeling, like the skin being burned by the scorching sun, suddenly penetrated deep into the Ghost King's consciousness!
It controlled Liu Qingyan's face to suddenly lift up, and the disguised gentle handsomeness completely disappeared in an instant, leaving only the hideous and twisted ferocity - outside the window, a pure, extremely yang breath that made the soul of this filthy being tremble, like a sword tearing through the night, breaking through the polluted air of the demolition area, and locking onto its position with incredible precision!
“Daoist bastards! How dare you chase us here!” The Ghost King’s resentful voice roared in the sea of consciousness, and in reality, “Liu Yuan” let out an inhuman low roar from his throat.
There was no time for reflection; escape was instinctive! This body had only just been nurtured, and was far from sufficient to fight the Heavenly Master who had severed its demonic claws! Almost the moment the thought arose, Liu Yuan's body wanted to transform into a streak of bloody light and burst through the window!
Boom!
A thick purple-white bolt of lightning, carrying a majestic aura of divine power, fell from the sky without any warning!
It didn't strike the window, but instead struck violently in the narrow, dilapidated alley, right in front of the old building!
The blazing electric light instantly tore through the darkness, illuminating the old moss on the broken bricks and tiles with a pale green light. The deafening explosion echoed and overlapped countless times in the narrow space, as if the entire old city was shaking!
Thunder and lightning, ghosts and demons retreat! This is not a killing move, but a restriction!
The air in the entire alley instantly became like boiling glue. As soon as the bloody light touched the window, it was slammed back by an invisible "wall" containing the laws of heaven!
Where the lightning flashed, countless tiny shadows of talismans flashed in the void, forming a powerful temporary thunder barrier - "Thunder Prison·Seal"!
The window shattered under the impact of the rebound of "Yanagakihara", and glass fragments flew everywhere.
"Evil creature! Do you still want to escape today?"
The sound, as clear and cold as a spring hitting jade, with a determination to cut off everything, penetrated the lingering echo of thunder and rang out clearly downstairs.