Chapter 376: Chapter 376

376: Chapter 364: Playing the Flute 376: Chapter 364: Playing the Flute He strode forward, embracing the fading form of the ghost, He Sha, in complete panic and shock.

He regarded her as a flower in his cage, for him to play with, for him to torment, keeping her begging for death but unable to achieve it, any thoughts of transcendence mere delusions!

He had always thought that she couldn’t wait for him to die!

But in the final moment, was she really willing to risk her soul’s damnation just to save him?

For a moment, Ghost felt as if his heart, soaked in the bitter sea for three thousand years, had finally tasted a hint of sweetness, prompting him suddenly to leave behind all the grudges in Xianling City.

He decided to exhaust all his lifetime’s efforts to return with her to the Mortal World and be an ordinary couple.

Fang Geyu was also greatly shocked, “What has possessed her, don’t tell me she has fallen in love with Ghost.”

Baili An’s expression was complex as he said, “She is not protecting Ghost.”

Rather, she was protecting these humans.

Baili An could see that Ghost had not decided to open the three realms, hesitating and wandering along the way, seemingly apprehensive about something.

But when he was suddenly surrounded and forced to a desperate situation, the determination in his eyes clearly showed his resolve to open the three realms.

Could the three realms be opened whenever he wished?

Why would He Sha, sensing the change in his intentions, jump out without hesitation to stop him?

Why was He Sha so sure that Ghost could open the gate to the three realms of Ghost Mountain at any time?

There was only one terrifying answer to this.

It was that the gate to the three realms was not under his control, but located underneath the entire second realm of Ghost Mountain!

Could there be such a colossal gate in the world?

If this gate were opened, where would the cultivators and yin spirits of the second realm of Ghost Mountain fall?

“Where did this female ghost jump out from!”

“She’s wearing a bridal dress from Xianling City, she’s a victim of the Ghost Marriage Seal!”

What victim, didn’t you see her protecting Ghost?

To be ravaged and slaughtered by a Fierce Ghost, and still desperately clinging on to him, this woman’s got no dignity!” a Loose Cultivator spat on the ground in disgust.

“Flies don’t sting seamless eggs, a woman that Ghost fancies, couldn’t be decent!”

Fellow Daoists, let’s take her down together.

This female ghost can control Ghost’s skins drum, her cultivation is not weak, capturing her and refining her yin power for our wine would certainly have an exquisite taste!” Others eyed the dying He Sha with fervent gazes.

At that moment, He Sha, with half of her body dissipating into yin mist, heard a buzzing noise in her ears, barely able to distinguish any true sounds.

She had been blinded by Ghost, was she a blind ghost unable to see the disdain, hatred, hostility, and covetous stares from those cultivators?

Luckily, she couldn’t hear them.

Luckily, she couldn’t see them.

She clutched tightly to the front of Ghost’s clothes, her fingers twisted tightly from hatred and disgust, her weakness belied a stubborn intensity: “Let’s go…”

Ghost’s eyes instantly reddened, nearly shedding tears.

He mistook the meaning of her “let’s go.”

It proved that whether humans or ghosts, knowing full well it was an impossible hope, yet a slight illusion given would still be thoroughly believed, like a drowning person clutching at straws.

Even though that straw was also false.

They still inevitably fell pityingly…

into self-indulgence.

Outside the jade cart, the cultivators’ cries of battle were exceedingly high, as if anticipating the capture of a fearsome human Fierce Ghost like Ghost, which excited and inspired them.

Ying Xiu also took the lead, sword in hand.

In the crowd, only the Heroic Spirit Hongying paused and did not move.

The blindfold in the storm fluttered lightly; she faced the direction of Ghost and He Sha, her black veil lifted by the wind, faintly revealing a streak of blood seeping through the plain blindfold.

Baili An softly moved, rolling out a White Jade Flute from his sleeve, the end adorned with a pearl, like tears of blood.

Su Jing closed his eyes and touched his sword, speaking softly, “If you intervene to save that female ghost now, you’ll be making enemies with everyone here.”

Baili An said, “Letting Ghost leave the second realm now is the safest option.”

Su Jing said, “They won’t listen to reason.”

“Then there’s no point in wasting words with them.” Finished speaking, Baili An lifted the flute to his lips, and a clear, melodious sound emerged, like a multitude of sounds, permeating the deepening night, floating into the distance.

The warriors advancing in formation suddenly felt their weapons become extremely heavy and unwieldy, as if sunk into thick soup; more mysteriously, their familiar personal weapons felt unbearably cold and foreign to the touch, cold enough to chill to the bone.

As the flute sounded filled their ears, Ying Xiu’s expression suddenly darkened.

He coldly glanced at the white jade cart on the forest path, instantly identifying the sound from the Yin Jade Flute.

His tightly pressed lips suddenly parted, emitting a low, almost inhuman syllable.

The sound was not long, but it thundered like a terrifying tempest and burst forth with a strange power.

That syllable intertwined with the flute sound in space, violently colliding.

Waves of halos rippled outward.

People suddenly found that in front of them were countless yin beings lurking and stretching, unknown where they had come from, awakened by the flute sound, like boneless pythons coiled on their weapons and arms.

They opened their pale narrow lips, protruding blood-red savage tongues, silently blowing chilling breaths on the weapons in people’s hands.

That chilling, bone-corroding sensation was not an illusion.

People’s scalps tingled.

They were extremely impressed by the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld, who had forced these unpredictable yin beings into appearance with just one syllable.

Yin beings are tricky, invisible, and unseen.

Once exposed, they are much simpler to deal with.

Those entangled by the yin beings on their weapons started to earnestly use Daoist skills and secret techniques to combat them.

Consequently, the attack directed at Ghost significantly lessened.

The lingering sound of the flute still echoed, like dew saturating dry earth, continuously flowing.

The form of the female ghost, He Sha, dissolving into yin mist, was gathered and condensed by the flute sound, as if reversing time, redrawn back into her body, rejuvenated by the air of Yin Jade, bringing a hint of color back to her pale face.

Ghost was initially startled, then overjoyed, and held He Sha tightly, looking in the direction of the jade cart with hidden intentions, loudly saying, “Thank you for the help!”

He Sha had nearly perished, making Ghost dare not delay further here; he summoned a large amount of Yin Sand, ready to break through the encirclement and leave.

“Damn it, Ghost’s reputation of having tricks up his sleeve certainly isn’t false!

He even has accomplices hiding in Ghost Mountain!”

“Who is playing the flute!

Come out and face your death immediately!”

That thank-you was completely unnecessary.

Three thousand years were enough to wear away Ghost’s gratitude.

In such circumstances, his thanks was like pushing Baili An into the stormy forefront, undoubtedly giving people the impression that he was collusively dirty with Ghost.

And that, of course, would inevitably turn some of the ire towards Baili An.

How malicious his thoughts were.