The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 68 - Ghost Gnawing
Xue Zhan turned around and at the same time both of his hands threw secret weapons from behind the cloak, his eyes opened wide in disbelief that the enemy could tell of their existence within this far distance. Meanwhile the sound of the crying girl inside the Ghost Jade Tower had vanished like being swallowed by the earth.
Not a good sign for them. The enemy came faster. All four of them were not ready to fight.
"Four handsome young men at once ... Aren't I so lucky tonight? Ah, I wonder if your skin can I make thread for my beloved harp? The sound produced will definitely be very meldu~"
The haunting voice of the ghostly woman was frightening, Xue Zhan had never obtained any information on how the figure looked other than his skill in playing musical instruments and killing through rhythm. But now he sees it directly.
The face was so beautiful, had yellowish eyeballs and plump fingers, but his body seemed to have been cut into pieces and had stitches. On his wrists, feet and neck. His skin was as white as a corpse. Judging by how many times, the beauty of his face would be lost by the serenity of his appearance.
The large robe of the woman fluttered as strong winds flew over her gracefully, "You guys came all the way risking yourself just to save a stupid girl? That's right!"
Everyone was prepared with the first attack from the woman. However Jiazhen Yan suddenly stretched out one hand holding back Xiao Rong and Xian Shen.
"As per the initial plan. Go save the girl, we'll take care of this woman."
He glanced at Xue Zhan who was also replying with a nod.
"I'm jealous of the girls ... She was nothing more than a stupid girl shrouded in a thousand fortunes!"
Xiao Rong and Xian Shen slowly retreated without looking away from the Ghost Poet. As they ran into the Jade Tower the female Ghost reacted angrily and instantly let out a lute, as she flicked her hands in the air the lute emerged from void space and was directly in front of her.
He plucked swiftly at once violently, flapping his hands making the sharp wind of the zither attack point at Xiao Rong.
Jiazhen Yan blew up the flames on his body and drove away the woman's attack raw, in a burning state his mouth called out loudly. "Your enemy is me, Old Grandma!"
"How dare you call me grandma?!" The ghost of the Poet glared in anxiety, eager to crush the child's brain at all costs.
"Whatever it is our job to save the girl. We won't let him die just like that in your hands" Xue Zhan said with a straight forward look making those yellow eyes glow brightly.
"Quiet, handsome and charismatic ... You're my type, handsome young man. May I know your name?"
Nodding Xue Zhan to the chills of hearing the praise, Jiazhen Yan laughed at him silently.
"See friends. Never been praised by women, once praised even by the ghosts of grandmothers. It's so sorry."
"Shut up you son of a bitch" Xue Zhan grumbled. The woman spoke again while playing her long hair. The face holds thousands of riddles and intents. Unreadable was the contents of the woman's mind in Xue Zhan's eyes. He gulped, realizing the eyes were so scary to look at.
"Emperor Li should have handed over someone more capable than you ... That girl is precious. But you alone won't be able to save him, what a pity."
The hand of the Poet Ghost came to a halt, he stared intently and glared as he said, "You pity him? Then who pityes you?"
"I don't need pity," Xue Zhan replied clenching his hands.
The dead leaves of one of the trees fell slowly from its branches, suddenly the leaves moved in waves along with the disappearance of the Poet Ghost from before him.
"While you're my type I won't hesitate to kill you. You're more beautiful if you're made into a statue or preserved. Your blood-red eyes ... I really want to pry it and put it in glass to admire every day, hihihi."
The shrill laughter whose tone was so high made the ears of anyone who heard it would throb bitterly. Xue Zhan was intending to get close to Jiazhen Yan, he suddenly felt like a sharp thread wrapped around his neck.
Blood dripped from the skin of Xue Zhan's neck, that sharp thread could cut off his neck at any moment. If that happened Xue Zhan would really die.
"What's fighting together? Not anything else you've died before fighting. Hows it? I'll give you a chance to live if you become my servant, of course you'll take it, won't you?"
The Ghost Poet twined a sharp thread from behind, whispering in Xue Zhan's ear so softly. Jiazhen Yan is upset.
"Take that snot boy off. Ever heard never play around with fire no?!"
"Rather than worrying about it you better worry about your two friends having to deal with my best friend, the Human Wreck Eater. If I may I'm still playing around with you guys. But with him I'm sure they won't survive for even half an hour. Hihih."
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Xiao Rong dashed in with Xian Shen's stride running forward, so worried about Miss Wen that her voice had vanished from hearing. They were now in the living room not finding any way to enter the basement.
"How is this?"
Xiao Rong crouched down, concentrated his strength and slowly black threads came out from him. It spread rapidly to the walls and ceiling of the Ghost Jade Tower.
Xiao Rong's eyes closed, he said, "Give me five minutes. I'll find a way down there."
With a vision using dark power, Xiao Rong could see whatever his black threads were going through. But his body would be in a momentary state of unconsciousness.
Hearing Xiao Rong suddenly leave him alone there, the young man retreated to the place where Xiao Rong was sitting cross-legged focusing his concentration while closing his eyes. Xiao Rong did not respond at all. It made Xian Shen start to worry.
He looked to the left right, sensing something was coming.
From behind the bend aisle something retraced slowly. Then from the walls of the hall came the sound of a knock 3 times quickly.
One tap ...
Xian Shen shuddered to his feet, he shook Xiao Rong's body but it was useless. His feathers stood all up, his breathing rose and fell rapidly. He tried to drag Xiao Rong's body because he started to see the shadow of a human body at the end of the passageway.
Two slow taps, the sound was getting closer to the sound of his feet.
"Ti-no, oi, you should go back. The enemy is not just one! I felt such great power and such a dense killer."
The smell of the carcass was already smelling, Xian Shen almost vomited because he had never smelled that much.
Three taps to five of his next chairman, Xian Shen saw a large axe that was usually used to cut through animal flesh. The weapon had sharp and jagged thorns.
"When he comes, I die. Anyone-"
Now it is true Xue Zhan said. He is not the one who destroys the enemy, but the enemy who will destroy it.
Knock last. Ghost Penggerogot already at the end of the hall with a weapon, looks very scary grin from his face accompanied by the smell of rotten carcass.
"Food has come."