Chapter 1438 - 780: Well Played, Yin Luanhuang (Double Chapter)

The sun sank inch by inch behind the western wooden scrub.

The dusk slowly turned into a dismal orange-red, soon swallowed by the rising night.

The colors in the courtyard were also gradually drawn away, the old locust tree's claw-like branches, only withered during the day, now seemed like countless stiff hands, densely woven against the ever-darkening sky.

Silence was terrifying, the usual nightly watchman's clappers were far from this Willow Alley, making the entire alley feel eerie...

Cold.

A chill that seeped from the depths of the earth, from the roots of the walls, wet and carrying the silent, rotting mildew of ages past, creeping up around the ankles, crawling up the spine, burrowing into the seven orifices.

She... awoke.

Her consciousness was chaotic, like stirred muddy water, faint buzzing hummed by her ears, her face stiff, unable to twist, she felt she wanted to say something, but... her throat seemed blocked, as if something was strangling it.

The pale head slowly lifted toward the direction of the living.

Someone...

Again... not afraid to die...

Under the night's veil, an almost indistinguishable white shadow emerged against the shadow beneath the eaves of the main house.

Long hair draped down, face obscured in the deeper shadow, only a pair of... what might have once been called eyes, hollowly gazing at the main house where the candlelight glowed through the newly pasted white window paper.

Candlelight blurred into a warm yellow through the freshly pasted white window paper. Shadows swayed inside, whispering softly, accompanied by faint clinking of objects.

She grinned, and laughed.

A strong yin energy spread throughout the courtyard.

Inside, the candle flickered briefly, and the figures inside sensed the anomaly, standing up in panic.

And she began to move.

It was less like walking, more like being gently blown by the wind.

Gliding along the mottled wall base, circumventing the locust tree exuding heavy deathly air, she moved slowly, without footsteps, drawing closer to the main house.

Moonlight occasionally seeped through the clouds, its pale light casting upon the moving white shadow, making her appear even more eerie.

Her steps paused slightly, she was observing.

The hollow gaze swept across two places in the East Wing, there it was dark, yet carried a... peculiar aura that instinctively made her avoid, with faint, intermittent snoring from within.

Therefore, her attention returned to the main house, that warm candlelight, like the sole target in the darkness, both attracting and tormenting her.

Resentment silently surged within.

Why could they peacefully light candles? Whisper and laugh?

Why was it her who died so miserably here?!

An instinctive impulse began to grow, she wanted to draw closer, even closer, to let them hear the incessant grievance and cries, to let them... taste the flavor of despair.

They also must die!

The white shadow's movement seemed to quicken, still hugging the wall, yet more erratically, occasionally solidifying to reveal the fragmented hem and then diffusing into denser shadows.

The candle flame inside flickered imperceptibly once more.

She paused a while.

Inside the main house, a gaze seemed to pierce through the window paper, landing upon her shadow.

A mere illusion?

She quietly stood at the wall edge, blending with the darkness, only that hollow face remained locked onto the window of light.

Indeed, an illusion.

How could living beings intimidate Fierce Ghosts?

Living beings were born to be devoured by Fierce Ghosts!

Pain and resentment, endless and relentless.

Someone... must come accompany.

Her curved mouth stretched wider, revealing a sinister, venomous smile, the living's yang energy within reach, her throat's blockage sensation grew stronger.

It was time.

She slowly raised a pale hand, gently pushing the window.

No sound of wind.

Yet within the window, the steady candle flame suddenly leapt, extinguishing with a puff.

The darkness instantly consumed the room.

"Why, why must I die so miserably!"

She no longer hid, her figure suddenly floated forward, like a mass of white mist seeped through the window, easily infiltrating the main house,

"You all... must stay to accompany me!"

She let out a chilling scream, eager to capture the terrified living, to tear their souls, devour their vitality, but upon raising her head,

Inside the main house, it was empty.

The freshly laid bedding was tidy, the teaware placed stably on the table, even the just-extinguished candle stand, its fine smoke had not yet dissipated fully. Yet the living supposed to be by the candlelight was nowhere to be seen.

Only her shrill echo buzzed through the empty room, seeming incredibly absurd.

How could it be?

They were clearly here just now...

The mist-like form seemed to freeze for a moment...

A light suddenly ignited by the door.

The Fierce Ghost twisted her head abruptly, stiffening instantly,

A blue-robed female crown gently caressed the horsetail whisk, and a Golden Body City God lightly flicked the sword's edge,

"You died so miserably, didn't you?"

"We've come to accompany you."

.........…

"Not miserably at all! This woman didn't die miserably!"

"This woman died well, this woman died well!"

"No need to trouble the Great Immortal, no need to trouble the City God!"

The scene warmed unexpectedly.

The pale mist-like body kneeled to the ground, the ghostly woman bowed repeatedly, almost prostrating completely, her head pressed tightly to the floor, trembling.

Despite the Fierce Ghost's chaotic consciousness, that clarity from a yin entity's instinctive cognition was unparalleled.

The man's majestic golden glow, the female crown's horsetail whisk Magic Artifact... nothing like those yang-energy-rich mortals who mistakenly entered this place before,