C170 — [6.36 – Strange Tales of Fengjia Town]

Jiu Shu gently placed the vengeful ghost’s body onto the bed, and the blood seeping from the wounds stained the sheets.

The ghost’s body was slowly beginning to heal, with the head being the first to recover. The facial features had mostly regrown, no longer looking so grotesque.

In comparison, his body was recovering at a slower rate.

Jiu Shu examined the wounds and took some medical supplies and bandages from the first aid kit in the room, using them to stop the bleeding.

Though he knew the effect would be minimal, he just wanted to lessen his pain.

For Jiu Shu, it wasn’t a good thing if either Gu Yin or the vengeful ghost was hurt.

The vengeful ghost laid on the bed, inhaling the fresh scent that only the priest had. He struggled, forcing his eyes open, and saw the priest sitting beside the bed.

The handsome priest, sitting by the bed, lowered his eyes as he organized the bandages in his hands, preparing to wrap the ghost’s wounds.

The ghost stared at the priest’s side profile, slightly dazed.

The room’s curtains were still drawn, making it appear dim, but light from outside filtered through the veil of the window and fell onto the priest’s body. His skin appeared pale and cold, and his eyes, half-closed, were stunningly beautiful.

At this moment, the vengeful ghost was still weak. His face was covered in torn, jagged scars, which were slowly healing.

His consciousness also seemed unclear as he just watched Jiu Shu.

After a while, he seemed to come to his senses, and with dry lips, he uttered a sound that was almost incomprehensible.

His tongue hadn’t fully healed, but he was desperate to speak to Jiu Shu, causing his lips to tear open once more, and blood immediately spilled from the wound.

Jiu Shu paused, then he set the bandages down, and gently wiped the wound on the ghost’s thin lips with a cotton ball, his movements tender.

“Don’t rush. I’m listening.”

Jiu Shu’s voice was soft, like he was soothing a child.

The vengeful ghost’s dark pupils were fixed on Jiu Shu; he didn’t blink, seemingly afraid that the gentle priest before him would suddenly become cold again, causing his hollow heart to ache unbearably.

His mind kept replaying the image of the priest’s bloodied face after death.

The priest hadn’t died. Jiu Shu hadn’t died by his hands.

The vengeful ghost didn’t want to think about whether the death he had seen before had been an illusion. After experiencing the despair of witnessing the priest’s death, he just wanted to apologize to him.

He wanted to express his regret, to seek Jiu Shu’s forgiveness, and to make his feelings clear.

He had simply been too crazy, too foolish, unable to see his own heart.

In truth, he only wanted to be closer to the priest.

He wanted to experience happiness he had never known.

There were so many things he wanted to say. The vengeful ghost’s scarred hand grasped the priest’s sleeve carefully; he was trembling, yet his urgency was evident.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” After a brief pause, the ghost’s tongue finally healed, allowing him to speak a complete sentence.

“I… I love you. I love you.”

He finally said what he had been yearning to express all along.

He should have said this when Jiu Shu had asked before, but he had hesitated and shrunk back in fear of being rejected.

He had done so many wrong things, even once considering peeling off the priest’s skin, tormenting him, desecrating him. He knew his own maliciousness and arrogance better than anyone else, and that made him even more terrified of not being forgiven.

In truth, the vengeful ghost was still afraid now, but he had learned to suppress that fear.

He had already come to terms with the fact that, compared to the priest’s death, being treated with indifference was already a great improvement.

What he feared more was losing the priest forever before he even had the chance to apologize.

As long as the priest was still alive, that was enough. Even if the priest resented him, that didn’t matter. He was willing to give everything to atone for his sins.

“……”

Jiu Shu stopped wiping the blood with his hand and looked at the fierce ghost, facing the eyes filled with love and sadness.

After a moment, he spoke softly, “I love you too, so I will forgive you.”

Upon hearing the longed-for response, the vengeful ghost widened his eyes, staring at Jiu Shu’s excessively beautiful eyes.

Tears suddenly slid down his pale face.

Jiu Shu wiped away the tears, his fingers gently brushing across the ghost’s bloodless face, but he noticed the tears kept falling, more and more.

The ghost shyly turned his head, feeling that these tears were a sign of weakness. He tried to rub them away himself, but he didn’t want to take his eyes off Jiu Shu; he was physically unable to tear his gaze away.

When the vengeful ghost had been held by Jiu Shu earlier, he had heard Jiu Shu’s words and understood that, in Jiu Shu’s eyes, he was just as important as Gu Yin.

He had once thought it was just an illusion.

So when he truly confirmed that Jiu Shu had feelings for him as well, the vengeful ghost could no longer hold back the overwhelming emotions inside and couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

Even he felt that the wrongs he had committed were unforgivable, yet Jiu Shu forgave him and even said he loved him.

For a moment, all the despair and love he had previously felt were impossible to suppress, and they could only be expressed through tears.

His fingers still clung to Jiu Shu’s sleeve, not daring to let go, afraid that this might all be a beautiful illusion.

Jiu Shu didn’t stop the vengeful ghost from crying but quietly stayed by his side, continuing to treat his wounds.

He wanted the ghost to recover smoothly.

After this, the vengeful ghost became much easier to talk to. Compared to his earlier crazed, irrational, and reckless behavior, the ghost now seemed docile as a lamb. Naturally, Jiu Shu wasn’t overly indifferent toward it.

His goal had always been to make the subject of punishment no longer fractured, it wasn’t as if he couldn’t forgive the ghost for his past actions.

Of course, at first, Jiu Shu did mind to some extent—after all, no one could completely ignore their partner’s cruel attitude.

But Jiu Shu wasn’t a person who held grudges. He understood that the ghost’s arrogance and recklessness were caused by the torment of resentment after death and a hatred of the living, he knew it wasn’t his true nature.

Moreover, after witnessing the ghost’s miserable state, his earlier concerns had already faded.

What concerned him more now was the fusion of both.

Jiu Shu lowered his eyes, adding another layer of bandage over the ghost’s wounds.

 

Because the ghost had almost been turned into a human stick by Gu Yin, the injuries were particularly severe. The bandages were nearly running out, and he had only managed to cover half the wound, with the tissues continuing to grow and squirm beneath the bandages.

In comparison to Jiu Shu’s pale, beautiful fingers, the body beneath the bandages looked grotesque and eerie.

The vengeful ghost seemed to feel the same way. The speed of his recovery increased, at least enough to erase the ugly, hacked marks, leaving only pale, intact skin.

Only the limbs remained incomplete, which Jiu Shu gently wrapped in bandages.

The only sound left in the room was the rustling of Jiu Shu’s bandaging.

When the bandages were used up, new gauze was passed to Jiu Shu from behind.

He glanced at Gu Yin standing behind him and thanked him before continuing.

Gu Yin had been standing quietly behind Jiu Shu, silently watching his beloved priest grow closer to another version of himself. Now, he even actively handed him gauze, as if he had truly learned to be tolerant and had learned not to be jealous.

After all, he had just witnessed such a cruel scene, which had made his lover angry. Even so, Gu Yin’s movements were still cautious, afraid of making Jiu Shu unhappy again.

The vengeful ghost gradually stopped crying. He had been staring blankly at the priest, but now his gaze finally shifted—to Gu Yin.

Tall and pale, Gu Yin stood quietly with his head lowered, silently watching the priest.

On the surface, he looked extremely obedient—even when he noticed the ghost’s gaze, he didn’t lift his eyes.

The vengeful ghost withdrew his gaze and didn’t look at him again.

Two ghosts who had just recently been at each other’s throats now sat before Jiu Shu in total silence, unusually well-behaved.

Jiu Shu seemed to sense something and spoke up, “Let this be the end of it. Neither of you should let it happen again.”

The way the two punishment subjects had torn at each other—clearly consumed by murderous rage—was something Jiu Shu understood all too well.

He was well aware of the undercurrents between them, but he didn’t want them to continue.

Upon hearing Jiu Shu’s words, Gu Yin’s fingers trembled slightly behind his back. Just as he was about to respond, the vengeful ghost’s weak voice cut in first.

“I understand. As long as you’re willing to let me stay by your side, Jiu Shu, that’s enough. I’ll be good—truly.”

 

The ghost’s voice was hoarse, with a masculine magnetism, yet it sounded extremely humble.

To the vengeful ghost, this was indeed enough.

He had suffered a more tragic past than Gu Yin, endured more pain, and thus treasured this rare happiness even more deeply.

Compared to the decades of suffering in life and after death, to be forgiven by the one he loved, to be accepted, to have his love returned, and to feel the warmth of holding hands—this was a happiness he had never even dared dream of.

Especially after his earlier disgraceful behavior—looking back now, he felt he deserved to be torn apart.

He feared Jiu Shu would once again come to despise him, so he tried to please him in every way.

Regardless of his true feelings, for now, the vengeful ghost appeared utterly obedient.

Jealousy or resentment no longer mattered—so long as Jiu Shu didn’t die again like before, everything else could be endured.

“I—I feel the same, my love,” Gu Yin said, a beat slower.

“I know that in your eyes, he and I are the same person. I won’t be so extreme anymore.”

Compared to the vengeful ghost, Gu Yin’s response felt more strained, but equally submissive. On the surface, he showed no resistance.

Jiu Shu didn’t comment. He simply finished wrapping the last of the ghost’s wounds and looked at the two punishment subjects.

“That’s for the best. Don’t worry—I’ll help you both with the soul fusion in the next few days.”

“You’ll no longer be split. You’ll return to being a complete you.”

The merging of past and future was inevitable.

In truth, their memories had already begun to synchronize. It wouldn’t be wrong to say they were the same person—complete fusion was only a matter of time and would be a good thing.

Gu Yin wanted to smile and agree, but he couldn’t quite lift the corners of his mouth.

He could only watch as the vengeful ghost clutched Jiu Shu’s hand, face full of affection, as he softly said, “Okay. I’m willing.”

Seeing this, Gu Yin forced himself to wear the same sunny smile he always had, unwilling to look out of place.

“Me too. If we can fuse soon, I’m sure our beloved will be happy!”

Jiu Shu looked at the two of them and only after a pause did he nod.

“Yes.”

Very happy.

But I don’t want you to be unhappy.

 

After finishing the wound care, Jiu Shu brought up the matter of the wedding.

 

Originally, the wedding had been planned for noon, but due to the earlier chaos, the timing had already been missed.

“It’s okay, my love. I’m so sorry about today. It’s all my fault for not preparing properly in advance. Let’s postpone the wedding,” Gu Yin said.

He knelt down on one knee, flashing a brilliant smile, holding Jiu Shu’s hand tightly—unwilling to let go for a long time.

Jiu Shu looked at Gu Yin’s pale, large hand and slowly clasped it in return.

“Mm.” He smiled, his brows curving gently. His eyes shimmered with vivid color at the corners—just as beautiful as always—making Gu Yin lean in, enchanted, and plant a kiss on his lips.

Then Gu Yin softly asked if Jiu Shu was hungry.

“I’ll go make lunch for you, my love. A dessert too—little cakes, right?”

It was already noon, and Gu Yin knew Jiu Shu must be hungry by now. He genuinely enjoyed the process of preparing food for his beloved and was familiar with all his preferences, eagerly anticipating the satisfied look on his face when tasting his cooking.

“Yes, thank you.” Jiu Shu returned the kiss and expressed his gratitude.

The love in Gu Yin’s eyes deepened as he stood up with a cheerful smile and left the room to prepare lunch.

Once the door closed, only Jiu Shu and the vengeful ghost remained in the room.

Gu Yin glanced back at the door briefly before continuing on to the kitchen. He was still smiling, but his gaze had turned vacant.

On his way through the corridor, a few deranged townspeople ran past, screaming incoherently.

No one knew how they had entered the hallway—though they had returned to the real world of Fengjia Town, their minds were still trapped in that grotesque realm of flesh and blood, unable to break free.

“Run! Aaahh!”

“Where’s the priest?! The priest!”

Seeing a tall man walking calmly in the distance, they ran toward him for help, hoping to ask where the priest was.

Though their minds were fogged, they still remembered the priest could save them. It was their lack of piety that had doomed them, and now they sought his forgiveness.

The young man ahead looked gentle and lost in thought, walking straight ahead without focus. He appeared approachable—someone easy to talk to.

Without hesitation, they swarmed around him.

The next second, they discovered their mouths had been inexplicably sealed shut—like invisible threads had sewn them closed.

All they could do was scream in terror, muffled and in vain.

Looking up in confusion, they saw that the pale, handsome man had never even looked at them—he simply kept walking as if they didn’t exist.

Then, as if some dark thought had passed through him, he lowered his head and bit down calmly on his own finger joint—gnawing until the flesh and bone were shredded, exposing stark white bone.

His teeth ground against the bone with a chilling creak.

Even more disturbingly, the corners of his lips curved slightly—like he was smiling with satisfaction.

He had learned not to be jealous anymore.

Soon, he would even cook the meal with the vengeful ghost’s portion included.

Surely, that would make him more likable than the ghost who only ever tried to interrupt.

Unbothered by the chaotic townspeople around him, Gu Yin made his way to the kitchen.

In the dim, cold kitchen, he tied on an apron and expertly began preparing lunch.

He plated the food with the precision of an artisan crafting a delicate piece.

Indeed, his dishes were exquisite—rich in color, aroma, and flavor. Even the carved designs on the edges of the plates were lifelike.

So what if they had the same memories?

His hands were steadier. His food was better. His love more refined.

Once the meal was done, it was time for dessert.

Gu Yin knew Jiu Shu loved sweets, so he made a different cake every day.

Even if it was always cake, he varied the flavors—all of which were Jiu Shu’s favorites—and tried to keep the presentation fresh daily.

He believed firmly that to win over someone’s heart, you had to win over their stomach first.

Looking at the beautifully crafted cake in front of him, Gu Yin hummed the wedding march song softly as he carefully plated and packed the dessert.

He imagined Jiu Shu’s expression as he tasted the food—the surprise, the pleasure—and his face lit up with an eager smile. His cheeks flushed slightly with excitement at the image of his beloved’s delighted face.

But then he remembered—he wasn’t the only one sharing this meal. The ghost would be there too.

The blush on his face quickly faded.

Above him, the kitchen light on the ceiling buzzed erratically, flickering between light and shadow.

Gu Yin fell silent. He stared down at the cake on the counter, and the pale skin of his face was cast into shadow, obscuring any trace of expression.

After a long moment, he forced his mouth into a familiar, practiced smile.

His beloved liked to see him smiling.

As for that ghost… Gu Yin told himself he didn’t matter. He could be ignored—just transparent background noise.

Regaining his composure, Gu Yin carried the food and, still humming his tune, walked toward Jiu Shu’s room.

Outside the chapel, the sky seemed to brighten, as if the weather itself responded to his mood.

Gu Yin was confident that his effort would be rewarded with a deep, affectionate kiss from his beloved.

Their bond… was irreplaceable. That ghost could never come between them.

Holding onto that thought, Gu Yin opened the door—with a smile of gentle anticipation still on his face—only for the sight before him to freeze that expression in place.

Inside, the ghost was lying with his head in Jiu Shu’s lap, several newly-regrown arms wrapped intimately around Jiu Shu’s slender waist.

The priest sat quietly on the edge of the bed, allowing the broad-shouldered ghost to cling to him without resistance.

Gu Yin had always known how delicate Jiu Shu’s waist was—his lightly toned abdomen just firm enough to give the perfect tactile sensation. He cherished every time he touched it.

But Jiu Shu’s waist was also sensitive, and Gu Yin had always restrained himself for the sake of being a respectful husband.

Yet now, the ghost—that thing—was holding Jiu Shu without restraint, arms entangled more intimately than Gu Yin had ever dared.

And worse—he had more arms than Gu Yin.

He could hold Jiu Shu more tightly.

The scene struck Gu Yin like a blade to the chest.

His smile faltered.

The cheer he had built up with such effort threatened to crumble entirely.

The veins on the back of the hand still resting on the doorknob bulged, the joints so tense they looked like they might break the skin.

But for Jiu Shu’s sake, he quickly pulled his hand behind his back, hiding his reaction. His smile returned, practiced and composed.

“I’m sure you’ve been waiting, my love. Come eat while it’s still hot—I made enough for three. Everyone has a portion.”

Gu Yin’s smile was gentle, his demeanor perfectly magnanimous—as if he were the calm and gracious spouse, unfazed by competition.

He set the dishes neatly on the table, calling Jiu Shu over, and even thoughtfully placed the ghost’s share on the nightstand by the bed.

A flawless show of attentiveness.

“Thank you.”

Jiu Shu, who had been resting with his eyes closed against the bedframe, opened them at Gu Yin’s voice and smiled warmly at him.

That soft, radiant smile soothed the turmoil in Gu Yin’s heart, and his expression softened genuinely for the first time.

Then he offered kindly to help feed the ghost.

It would ease Jiu Shu’s burden a little.

And it would showcase Gu Yin’s generosity—how understanding he was.

He knew, of course, that the ghost hated him as much as he hated the ghost. The ghost would surely refuse to let him feed him.

And that refusal would paint Gu Yin in a favorable light: patient, giving—while the ghost came off as unreasonable.

Only… to his surprise, the ghost didn’t refuse.

“Sure. I’m a little hungry,” the ghost said evenly, expression unreadable.

His voice was calm and obedient.

And when placed beside Gu Yin’s sunny and eager smile… it was the ghost’s quietness that felt more moving—more pitiful, even.

Seeing this, Gu Yin tightened the hand hidden behind his back.

Jiu Shu looked at the two of them. After a moment, he lowered his gaze and agreed gently.

“Mm, as you wish.” Jiu Shu stood up to give them space and went to the table to eat.

He then watched as Gu Yin sat by the bed and began feeding the fierce ghost.

Strictly speaking, fierce ghosts didn’t need to eat—after all, they were already ghosts—but it seemed both disciplinary subjects enjoyed pretending to be normal people, so Jiu Shu said nothing.

In fact, now that the fierce ghost’s arm had healed, there was no need to be fed either.

But the two of them seemed happy with the arrangement, so Jiu Shu simply went along with it and sat at the table, watching them.

Feeling Jiu Shu’s calm gaze behind them, both Gu Yin and the fierce ghost grew a bit stiff.

Yet neither was willing to show weakness first—two pale, handsome faces bore similarly strained smiles.

It was a long time before either of them moved.

“Come on, let’s eat.” Gu Yin said brightly, picking up a spoon.

“…Mm.” The fierce ghost replied with a forced smile.

After Gu Yin, trying hard to remain composed, fed the ghost a spoonful of hot porridge, both of them fell silent.

“…”

One sat on the bed’s edge, the other leaned against the headboard. Both lowered their eyes, neither speaking nor moving.

They were already ghosts—essentially corpses—yet an uncontrollable urge to vomit welled up.

Especially for the fierce ghost. Even being dismembered hadn’t felt this awful—dizzy, nauseated, stomach churning.

If Jiu Shu hadn’t still been watching, he would have probably retched right then and there.

Even with Jiu Shu behind them, both felt on the verge of vomiting, too afraid to open their mouths, fearing the act would bring it up.

Though as ghosts, they couldn’t really vomit anything, of course.

On the other hand, Jiu Shu calmly finished his meal and began on dessert.

“It’s delicious. Don’t you two want to try it?”

He smiled gently, his expression as warm and natural as ever.

“Sure, dear, I’ll try it now.”

“Yes, I’ll have some.”

The two disciplinary targets replied in unison, rushing to agree. But when it came to actually eating, they fell into deeper silence.

Gu Yin tasted his own portion, swallowing it down tastelessly while suppressing a spasm in his throat.

Then, like walking into torture, he handed the fierce ghost its share.

The fierce ghost took the dessert and was about to eat when Jiu Shu’s voice sounded again, puzzled: “Aren’t you going to feed him?”

“…”

“…”

At those words, Gu Yin’s back stiffened, while the fierce ghost lowered his head, silent and unmoving.

 

Jiu Shu quietly observed them.

Gu Yin hoped the fierce ghost would refuse.

But the fierce ghost just stared at the bedsheet with dark eyes, clearly wanting Gu Yin to say no first.

Both having sinned, neither wanted to make another mistake in front of the beloved priest.

In the end, Gu Yin forced a smile and explained, “Feed him? Of course.”

Then, with a slightly trembling hand, he scooped a bite of cake and brought it to the fierce ghost’s mouth.

The ghost ate in silence, not even noticing it had bitten the spoon off. It swallowed the bite whole.

The wounds beneath its bandages seemed to tear open again under the strain, fresh blood soaking through the wrappings.

Expression blank, Gu Yin pulled back, switched spoons, and continued the mechanical process.

The room fell into eerie silence, broken only by the trembling clinks of the spoon against the dishes.

When the cake was finally finished, and Jiu Shu asked whether it tasted good, both Gu Yin and the fierce ghost forced their most natural and pleasant smiles.

“It was good. Really good.”

“The taste is very good.”

On the surface, the atmosphere in the room seemed perfectly harmonious.

Jiu Shu also smiled at them, as if he found it amusing—his beautiful eyes and brows filled with lingering mirth.

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Elsewhere—

Zhou Yuan collapsed, exhausted, in a corner of the church. It took him quite a while to even get back on his feet.

He had exhausted every method at his disposal to avoid the direct impact of the Ghost King’s overwhelming domain, and his physical strength was nearly depleted.

Normally, even walking within a ghost domain required extreme caution—let alone facing the Ghost King head-on.

When the frenzied Ghost King tore through the dimensional rift just now, he also dragged along that grotesque, flesh-formed ghost domain. Facing the crushing force of that domain, Zhou Yuan had no ability to fight back. He could only barely protect the space around himself.

Fortunately, for reasons unknown, the Ghost King’s domain didn’t expand without limit—it didn’t fully merge the two spaces. That was the only reason Zhou Yuan was still alive.

And considering everything, Zhou Yuan’s condition was relatively decent.

Beside him, A was wide-eyed with panic, scanning the area in terror. Having just survived, he was like a frightened animal—any little sound could scare him to death.

His mental state was clearly deteriorating.

If things continued this way, even if they managed to escape the Feng Family Town’s ghost domain later, A would probably spend the rest of his life in a psychiatric ward.

Zhou Yuan had no time to comfort him right now. He took out a lens-shaped artifact capable of seeing through illusions and cautiously scanned the surroundings.

Earlier, the Ghost King Gu Yin had clearly descended into the outer layer of Fengjia Town—but now that terrifying, insane aura was completely gone.

And that was even more terrifying than before.

Because there wasn’t a single trace of the Ghost King left—meaning the enemy was now hiding in the dark, while he stood fully exposed. Any moment of carelessness could cost him dearly.

Thankfully, the Bureau of Safety had provided plenty of powerful tools for this mission into Feng Family Town, so Zhou Yuan wasn’t completely hopeless.

Right now, all he could do was use the artifact to study the environment and avoid any lurking dangers while searching for the priest.

As Zhou Yuan analyzed the area, he realized the church in front of him was caught in a kind of overlapping state between two ghost domains. They weren’t merged—but neither were they repelling each other.

Fog drifted through the hallways, and signs of flesh and blood crept across the corridor’s corners.

This state resembled two opposing rule systems balancing each other, unable to overpower or suppress the other.

In such a situation, the killing rules within each domain were also nullifying one another.

Which was actually a good thing for the living moving through it.

Because it meant that even if he broke a rule from one ghost domain, it wouldn’t take effect—it was almost like the rule had been sealed.

 

Though it was an unstable condition, with the risk that the rules could suddenly reactivate—it wasn’t a true seal, after all.

Zhou Yuan’s tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed a little. This was an unexpected stroke of luck.

He had assumed that any contact between the two ghost domains would lead to uncontrollable disaster—but it had somehow produced the exact effect he most desired.

Just as he was thinking of how to maximize his advantage under these conditions, Zhou Yuan suddenly noticed a change in the ghost domain around him.

The fog churned. Even the flesh formations began to ripple with unease. Both domains began to twist and distort in strange, unnatural ways.

Was this a sign that the rules were shifting? Were the two ghost domains about to start devouring one another?

Zhou Yuan quickly pulled out a protective artifact—the Human Bone—and tensed up, but after a long moment, nothing further happened.

Seeing no immediate danger, he carefully retrieved a directional compass used for locating spiritual energies and cautiously resumed his exploration.

Within the fog, he saw several townsfolk facing the wall, repeatedly smashing their heads against it.

With such force it looked as if their skulls would crack open at any moment.

Zhou Yuan could even hear the sickening cracks spreading through their bones.

The situation was very strange.

Zhou Yuan became alert and tried to avoid them, but he found that the townspeople he met along the way were stranger than each other.

 

In comparison, hitting their head against a wall was normal.

There were also people who kept tearing the skin on their arms.

Their expressions were broken and distorted, and they kept mumbling incoherent words like “wash it clean”.

They kept making retching movements and seemed to be in great pain.

Even the flesh and blood in the corners of the wall became strange, constantly mutilating themselves, trying to dig out the deformed organs in their flesh and blood.

There were several flesh and blood creatures that were almost growing into human form, but they had no bones in their bodies. They could only take root in the flesh and blood like plants, crawling on the ground and wriggling and struggling. At this time, they were also mutilating themselves like crazy.

But this time, the part of the human figure’s flesh that was torn out seemed to be the stomach, and it also made vomiting movements.

Even without facial features, one could still feel their extremely unbearable pain.

The illogical and irrational behaviors of these strange human figures seemed even more terrifying in the gloomy church corridor.

Zhou Yuan was alert and analyzed the intentions of these actions. He thought it might be related to the killing rules of the ghost realm, but he couldn’t analyze the specific rules for a while.

After finally walking out of this active ghost corridor, Zhou Yuan took out several other magic weapons, ready to use them on the priest later.

He learned a lesson from his experience with A and decided to make a quick decision instead of using gentle means.

It was too difficult to communicate with this guy A. Although he got some clues, they cost a lot of props, which wasn’t worth it.

He knew it would be more difficult to deal with the meticulous and terrifying priest. He had to control him through magical tools so that he could fully understand the changes in the ghost realm.

Zhou Yuan looked at several magic weapons and thought about his plan.

The [Ghost Mask] brought too many variables and could no longer be used. However, another prop on hand called [Ghost Skin Puppet] could be used. It could make the user obey orders, but because it was made of human skin, the smell of blood was too strong and it easily raised people’s vigilance.

It could also cause great harm to living people. Once used, it would cause human skin to fall off and the person would be turned into a bloody person.

Zhou Yuan didn’t want to use this unless it was absolutely necessary, unless he was sure that the priest was an unforgivable heinous guy.

“Father, why don’t you go find the priest…”

Just as Zhou Yuan was thinking, A behind him started making crazy noise again.

“Why are you hesitating? I’ve told you so many times that as long as we find the priest, everything will be fine! Everything will be fine!” A was restless and muttered to himself as he walked quickly in front, trying to find the priest.

Zhou Yuan looked serious and ignored A, letting him act as a human detector to explore the way.

The innocent victims in this file bothered him more than the ghosts in the ghost realm.

All A talked about was the priest. If you asked anything else, he would just say “get married, get married. The priest got married to a ghost.”

A lot of nonsense.

It would be great if the priest could really marry the Ghost King, then the magical weapon he possesses could be used for that purpose.

The method was also simple and easy to understand. He just needed to kill the priest and use his blood to completely seal the ghost realm.

There was no need to worry about all the bloody magical weapons.

He was willing to give up even his own life, let alone a sinister priest in the ghostland who he wasn’t sure whether he was a human or a ghost.

After all, it was all for the benefit of all mankind. As long as the ghost realm could be sealed, his world may be saved, so naturally he would do everything he could.

 

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