Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 464 Ghost Catcher 25

The ghost king's residual soul quickly took root in the sea of ​​consciousness and began to greedily absorb the body's rich, innate Yin energy. The ghost king examined his own body—a young female worker with a pretty face but pale and exhausted from long-term malnutrition.

"Although this body of extreme yin is weak..." the Ghost King whispered in his sea of ​​consciousness, "it is an excellent breeding ground... and also an excellent disguise..."

With a thought, the tiny spots on the woman's (Liu Qingyan) face caused by working late at night and the blue marks of fatigue under her eyes faded and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her originally pale skin began to reveal a delicate and moist jade-like glow.

The stiffness of the body from years of hard work and the dull old work clothes were also changed by an inner temperament.

In just a few breaths, an originally pretty but somewhat haggard female worker "transformed" into a handsome "man" with a gentle temperament, picturesque features, a slightly sickly and pale appearance, which made him look even more pitiful (the external temperament transformation presented at this time was dominated by the will of the Ghost King) - this was exactly the deceptive illusion created by the Ghost King using his power to temporarily change his aura.

The handsome man lowered his head and sniffed his collar, which was still stained with the scent of oil and sweat. He revealed a hint of disdain and indifference, but his voice was deliberately gentle and low. It echoed in the quiet alley, like the whispers of lovers, its allure tinged with a heart-pounding, cold power.

"Not enough Yin energy... we need more... someone will... willingly offer it..." The eyes hidden deep in the illusion flashed with the greedy blood light of the Ghost King's blood pupils.

It needs a quiet place that provides "nutrients" to completely stabilize its soul and body before recovering.

The night mist shrouded it, and its (his) figure quietly blended into the darkness, with steady and elegant steps, walking towards the depths of the sparsely lit city, leaving the lunch box rolling on the cold ground, telling the beginning of an innocent soul about to be dragged into the abyss.

The night wind swept across the empty Huaiyin Road. The cracks in the ground and the scars on the walls silently told of the thrilling confrontation not long ago. Yun Chu stood quietly in the middle of the road. The spiritual light flowing around him had subsided. The cold moonlight once again shone, but it could not dispel the cold and murderous aura that lingered in the air.

"Wow..."

In the distance, police lights flashed, brakes squeaked, and vague voices and exclamations could be heard. With such a commotion, it was inevitable that public security would be disturbed.

Yun Chu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She had already consumed a lot of energy. Forcibly tracking the Ghost King, whose breath had stopped, would not only be difficult, but would also easily damage her own essence.

Moreover, facing ordinary people who were about to come and question her, she needed to quickly deal with the evil spirits remaining at the scene to avoid leaving any trouble and harming innocent people.

Yun Chu quickly formed seals, and golden light sprinkled from his fingers, like lively fireflies, sinking into the cracks in the ground that were still emitting traces of foul air.

Wherever the golden light touched, the black air melted like ice and snow in the sun, and the traces of corrosion seemed to be mostly smoothed out by an invisible hand.

Then, she snapped her fingers, and an invisible talisman flew out and disappeared into the shadow of the first night shift worker who ran over to check the situation in the distance. It was a "purifying spell" that temporarily calmed the mind and removed a small amount of negative energy, enough to make him feel "dizzy" or "dreamy" about the strange scene he saw after waking up.

After doing all this, Yun Chu's figure flashed, like a breeze blending into the night, and disappeared in an instant.

All that remained was a barely perceptible lingering lingering mana and a faint smell of gunpowder in the air—as if a small-scale underground pipeline explosion had just occurred.

To be more precise, it was the Ghost King in Liu Qingyan's shell who did not escape far.

It is now extremely weak. This naturally yin body is an excellent shelter, but it is also like a bottomless well that urgently needs to be filled with "nutrients".

Directly exposed to the core population of the city to absorb yang energy?

It chose another approach: to find those subtle corners on the edge of the city.

The place where it (he) finally settled was an alley on the edge of an old city area that was on the verge of demolition.

Most of the people living here are migrant workers, the neighbors are indifferent, the environment is noisy and chaotic, and it is filled with poverty, depression and hostility, just like the filth and mud at the bottom of the city.

The Ghost King used Liu Qingyan's only meager savings (or some ghostly tricks to seduce people) to rent a small, dark and damp room on the third floor.

It even disdained Liu Qingyan's old luggage and clothes, discarding them all and retaining only the most basic necessities. What it needed was a "new life," a sophisticated trap that could attract its "prey."

Over the next few days, the men who toiled at construction sites, small workshops, and car washes, as well as the hooligans who frequented the neighborhood at night, were all surprised to find that a somewhat "special" new neighbor seemed to have moved into the old, dilapidated building.

He was an extremely handsome young man (the temperament transformed by Liu Qingyan), with an unhealthy pale complexion, which made him look more delicate and handsome, with a gentle temperament and spoke softly.

What is particularly eye-catching is his eyes, which are so deep that they seem to be filled with broken starlight, and when he looks at people, he seems to have an indescribable melancholy and concentration.

He called himself "Liu Yuan", Liu Qingyan's surname, the original meaning of Ghost King.

Liu Yuan rarely goes out, and only goes out to get some fresh air at dusk or late at night when there are the least people on the streets.

He always wore an old shirt that was washed to a pale color, with the collar buttoned meticulously. He looked a little thin, like a green bamboo that had been bent by wind and rain.

His melancholy, frailty, and that "refined" quality that didn't fit in with his lower-class surroundings became a fatal attraction. In the alleys filled with harsh realities, he was like a sweet poison bait emitting a strange fragrance.

Occasionally, when he was stopped and teased by malicious hooligans, Liu Yuan would just lower his head slightly, look embarrassed, and make a few soft excuses before hurriedly leaving.

He acted like a timid scholar who was inexperienced in the world. This "cowardice" not only did not keep him out of trouble, but instead aroused some people's stronger desire to tease and even bully him.

The first "prey" was a frail, ill-tempered contractor named Zhao. He couldn't stand Liu Yuan's effeminate demeanor, and after getting drunk, he found the frightened look in his eyes, which particularly piqued his sadistic instincts.

One drunken night, he trapped Liu Yuan, who had just thrown away the garbage, in a dark corner of the stairs.

"Why are you hiding? Pretty boy, are you afraid of being seen like an old woman?" Foreman Zhao was drunk and reached out to pinch Liu Yuan's chin.

The expected struggle and screaming did not appear. The pair of eyes that had been as frightened as a deer suddenly changed the moment Foreman Zhao touched his skin.

The fear faded in an instant, leaving only an icy, emotionless abyss. A piercing chill ran along Foreman Zhao's fingers, spreading rapidly to his heart like a venomous snake!