C46 – Deadly Lover
by UntamedSJiang Xingyu put his hand over Zhuo Yu’s wound almost the next second.
But that sword was modeled after the Three Great Divine Weapons of the East, and it had a very strong restraint on ghosts like him, so he was immediately scalded by the might of the Tian Cong Yun Sword, and white smoke rose up from it, but he didn’t want to let go.
Although he was determined to kill Zhuo Yu, his cold heart trembled heavily when he saw him committing sui-cide with a knife.
“You want to die? You can’t ….” Jiang Xingyu wiped away the blood on Zhuo Yu’s face. “You can only be killed by me.”
“Idiot.” Zhuo Yu forced himself to endure the pain; the places he stabbed were probably all small intestines; he still had about ten minutes to live.
He had dissected corpses; he knew where human beings were not fatally wounded; he didn’t want to die; he just wanted to force the ghost inside his body out.
The white smoke grew even thicker, and a woman’s mournful cry suddenly came out of Zhuo Yu’s mouth. There were multiple figures faintly overlapping faintly, and Jiang Xingyu was both shocked and angry. Ignoring the Tian Cong Sword, he reached out and pulled out the woman inside Zhuo Yu’s body.
“Devourer ……,” Jiang Xingyu, like a lion whose territory has been invaded, roared angrily, “There is more than one.”
Soon, countless black shadows escaped from Zhuo Yu’s body, and Ichiro Toyama came to the villa once again.
Jiang Xingyu understood what was going on.
His soul was unstable, and his hands had been corroded with white bones by the Tiancong Cloud Sword. However, his completely enraged gaze immediately fixed on the mage at the door.
Those ghosts belonged to this person.
Zhuo Yu collapsed breathlessly on the sofa. He was betting that Jiang Xingyu would win. He also bet that after the crisis, the system would generate a new archive. As long as there was an archive, his tolerance rate would be higher. He could use the grid space emergency spray to treat himself.
However, his long, deficient body had been made to suffer a penetrating wound, and with the grooves on the replica of the Tian Cong Sword, blood continued to flow out of his abdomen, and he could already feel his body turning cold.
He was racing against death.
Everything in front of him had begun to fade; he couldn’t see the battle between Jiang Xingyu and the Baoshan Temple Abbot clearly; he could only hear the sound of magic weapons fighting and the zipping sound of burning souls.
That Baoshan Temple abbot was holding a treasure weapon zen staff while driving the ghosts to surround and attack Jiang Xingyu.
“Don’t die.”
Jiang Xingyu fended off the attacks while looking to Zhuo Yu, who was in a very bad state; if he didn’t end the fight quickly…
“Don’t die, don’t die!”
“Don’t die!!!”
Jiang Xingyu roared and finally stopped maintaining his human form. His ferocious ghost form appeared, almost tearing apart the female ghost who had once controlled Zhuo Yu with one hand. His eyes were filled with blood and tears, and the terrifying pressure turned the villa upside down.
The abbot’s eyes widened as he felt as if the situation was beyond his control.
However, Zhuo Yu no longer had the ability to watch any longer.
He didn’t last after all.
[Actor Zhuo Yu has died seven times, with 2 resurrections remaining, and has yet to open a new archive point].
“I was wrong, I believe you. Will you come back?”
The last thing that disappeared after death was hearing. Zhuo Yu heard Jiang Xingyu’s whisper in his ear and his cold tears of blood.
Waking up in shock, Zhuo Yu subconsciously covered his abdomen, but the phantom pain was just an illusion; his body was still intact.
His physique couldn’t withstand the speed of the bleeding.
Zhuo Yu frowned. This time, he felt the Tiancong Cloud Sword and didn’t pierce himself; he just made a scratch, and blood gurgled from his left arm; however, it was useless; those things were hidden too deep; even Jiang Xingyu couldn’t find them.
“What are you doing?”Jiang Xingyu frowned and covered the wound. “I’m really getting confused about you. Why are you hurting yourself again?”
…… again?
Jiang Xingyu felt that he had a bit of a headache.
He seemed to have forgotten something that was engraved in his heart; he shouldn’t have forgotten, much less…
Zhuo Yu didn’t notice Jiang Xingyu’s silence; he was now bent on solving the trouble in his body, and now there were only two chances left.
He didn’t dare to speak directly to Jiang Xingyu, because in the moment of opening his mouth, those things might manipulate him and make him say what he didn’t want to say; he had already learned that.
[Trade Union Channel]
[Zhuo Yu: Is there any way to disarm a devourer after it possesses you?]
[Luo Musheng: There are two types of possession; one is possession in the case of extreme human weakness or fear, and the other is possession by someone who has control over the birthdate and eight characters, and the second is almost impossible to undo unless you can find a mage who is stronger than the one who cast the spell to help you undo it.]
[Liu Jingyun: Otherwise, there’s only a dead end. Captain, why did you ask?]
A dead end…?
It was urgent; where could he find a mage stronger than the abbot? He was afraid that there was none in the entire C city.
Now, Zhuo Yu was finally convinced that this mage was definitely enough of a deadly dilemma to make people die dozens of times.
Zhuo Yu took a long breath; he clenched his fists and looked at the system’s piercing red letters and smiled.
There were still two more chances.
Only two more times.
He picked up the Tian Cong Yun Sword and, without hesitation, stabbed at the heart.
Jiang Xingyu, who was shocked by this turn of events, was once again splattered with blood, and he trembled in shock as he reached out to touch Zhuo Yu’s cheek, but Zhuo Yu struck with such ruthless force that he no longer left any way out for himself.
Instant death.
[Actor Zhuo Yu has died eight times, remaining resurrection times 1, and has not yet opened a new archive point].
Zhuo Yu opened his eyes again.
“Ah, it’s been a while since I had such an exciting bet.” He looked into the void. “Audience, I’ve heard that actors can bring up a total of three bounty invitations within the film, and I don’t know if I’ll actually die myself after this one, so let’s use it up in advance first.”
“Is there anything you guys want me to do?”
[Actor Zhuo Yu received a bounty: “Then die again for me.100 points.]
[Actor Zhuo Yu received a reward: “Before you die, please say that I like Li XX. I’m your fan!”] 500 points.
[Actor Zhuo Yu received a reward: “Baby is wearing too much. I want to see your scarred legs; maiming is my XP.” 1000 points.]
Zhuo Yu flew through these bounties filled with malice, his expression unchanged; Jiang Xingyu couldn’t understand what he was saying; he just looked at him in confusion.
However, if one looked closely, one could see the struggle and torment in Jiang Xingyu’s eyes.
He seemed to have remembered something.
Zhuo Yu seemed to have died many times, but wasn’t he still well in front of him? Could it be that when you become a ghost, your memories will also become blurred?
[Actor Zhuo Yu received a reward of “…… Let Jiang Xingyu hug you.”] 2000 points.]
In comparison, this reward seemed like a fresh breeze, catching Zhuo Yu’s eye.
He chuckled and decided it wasn’t bad.
[Confirming the pickup.]
“Jiang Xingyu, can you hug me?” Zhuo Yu stretched out his hands at the man, smiling.
But Jiang Xingyu always felt that after hugging Zhuo Yu, he might never see him again. This was the sixth sense belonging to ghosts, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
However, this was Zhuo Yu’s request.
Jiang Xingyu hugged Zhuo Yu tightly and sighed tersely, “What should I do with you?”
[The reward has been given.]
It was clearly cold body heat, but Zhuo Yu almost felt as if he really drew warmth from it.
He was able to commit sui-cide with no hesitation because he had a chance of resurrection. But now that he was down to his last chance, what he was about to do seemed a little crazy.
“A Japanese-style horror film; let’s solve it the Japanese way.”
He pushed Jiang Xingyu away and heard the sound of the abbot walking.
This time, he did nothing.
“Master, I’ve heard that the Baoshan Temple is of Japanese origin, isn’t it?”
Zhuo Yu’s figure vaguely surprised Ichiro Toyama; however, he still replied with ease, “What an unexpected meeting; there’s no harm in telling the master that my humble self also comes from Japan.”
“Speaking of which, I am interested in horror, so I know that there are three major grudgeful ghosts in Japan. They are Sugawara Michizane, Hei Shogun, and Emperor Chongde.” Zhuo Yu looked a little radiant as he talked about the things that interested him.
And as the abbot listened to him talk about his hometown, he couldn’t help but think, let Zhuo Yu live a little longer.
It had been a long, long time since he had talked to someone about his hometown.
“That’s right.” Ichiro Toyama flashed a smile.
“Sugawara Michizane was a loyal official, and after his unjust death, he took the form of a vengeful thunderbolt and struck all of his political opponents who had offered slanderous words to death and was thus revered by the Japanese as the god of Learning and Thunder. Hei Shogun openly rebelled against the imperial power and made himself king and was lynched in public, but after his death, his grievances still remained, and even his head flew to Kyoto to take revenge ……”
“I think the driving force of the grudge is probably really hate.”
The abbot stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction, “You have a high level of enlightenment; why don’t you come to my Baoshan Temple? I would like to accept you as a disciple.”
He changed his mind; killing Zhuo Yu just like that would be a bit of a waste; accepting a disciple with a high social status and excellent enlightenment would be a blessing for Baoshan Temple.
“But Master, you misunderstand; I’m not saying this to get close to you.” Zhuo Yu nodded, his cheek resting on his hand. “The last, and most terrifying of Japan’s grudges, the one that affected the nation’s fortunes for centuries, was an emperor.”
“He was humiliated by his father and was forced to abdicate, only to find out that he wasn’t his father’s son at all, and in a fit of rage, he cursed the whole of Japan in blood. Before his death, he made a poisoned vow to become the first demon king, taking the emperor as the people and the people as the emperor. Since then, the Emperor’s lineage has become a puppet, lasting for seven hundred years until now.”
Zhuo Yu looked at Ichiro Toyama. “Master, am I right?”
“You have researched quite deeply.” The abbot said ambiguously, the admiration in his eyes even greater.
“Therefore, as long as one is full of resentment and makes a poisonous oath, one will not undergo reincarnation after death but will be transformed into a severe ghost, never to be relieved.”
[I, Zhuo Yu, have been used and deceived, and have been toyed with by the Baoshan Temple, not only did I kill my favourite person, but I also dragged two of my closest friends into this, I am beyond redemption.]
Zhuo Yu mumbled inwardly as he circled Ichiro Toyama. He could feel the resonance of the character’s heart. The resentment burgeoning from within made Zhuo Yu almost shiver.
[Here, I, Zhuo Yu, swear that I will never fall into the cycle of reincarnation; I will use my life to curse the Baoshan Temple, curse everything that has brought me to such a state, and if I don’t take this revenge, I swear that I won’t be a human being and that my soul will be scattered.]
He believed that in this Japanese-style horror film, his actions would be thoroughly implemented; even Luo Musheng and Liu Jingyun could become ghosts, so he who held his resolve could!
After Zhuo Yu dropped these words, he summoned his dragon wings at a speed that no one could react in time and crushed his heart with one claw.
Before he died, his oath had been completed.
[Actor Zhuo Yu has died nine times, remaining resurrection count 0.]
In just half a second, even the abbot couldn’t think of what exactly would happen; he only saw a flash of black shadows, and then the one who collapsed was Zhuo Yu, who had a large hole broken in his chest.
He voluntarily gave up his last chance.
He didn’t want to live; he only wanted to die.
A large pool of blood dyed the floor red, almost reaching the abbot’s feet; he was stunned for a moment by this turn of events and quickly realized that the situation wasn’t good.
Zhuo Yu was dead, and his ghostly servant could no longer manipulate his body!
A large number of screaming ghosts escaped from Zhuo Yu’s body, and Jiang Xingyu, who had been hiding his form, was unable to save Zhuo Yu; rather, he was too stimulated. That anchor point of rebirth was on him, and he had remembered every death of Zhuo Yu.
He knew that Zhuo Yu wouldn’t come back to life.
“……”
It was ridiculous that for the first time since Jiang Xingyu had turned into a fierce ghost, he had an emotion like regret.
He felt that his brain could no longer process such complex emotions, and he could only look at Zhuo Yu’s corpse in silence before looking at the culprit, the abbot of Baoshan Temple.
The final battle begun.
Inside the bar, everyone held their breath for a split second, wondering why Zhuo Yu wasted his last chance; he actually committed sui-cide.
Dong Yao forcefully resisted the urge to stand up. “He must be fine; he always has his own way.”
As for the silver-haired man stuck in the back, his face under the mask couldn’t help but frown.
He couldn’t bear to see Zhuo Yu’s actions that hurt him. The previous incident had already caused him pain to this day. He didn’t want his hopes, which he had been searching for years, to disappear before his eyes. He couldn’t accept the fact that Zhuo Yu had died, even if it was just in the movie.
“Zhuo Yu is smart; he’ll be fine. This is a horror film; people will definitely become ghosts when they die. Don’t worry; he’s still around.” The witch was so nervous that she felt like her tongue couldn’t even turn a corner.
But really, her anxiety was superfluous.
Number One wouldn’t lose control.
He was extremely sober.
In the film, the abbot’s tussle with the fierce ghosts entered a white heat; the ghostly servants were almost devoured by Jiang Xingyu, and the abbot gradually lost his strength; he no longer expended his physical strength on this but violently removed his monk’s robe.
Inside the monk’s robe was a spell written with strange symbols.
“Eastern Green Emperor, Southern Red Emperor, Western White Emperor, Northern Black Emperor, Central Yellow Emperor, Northern Dipper Three Stages, Astronomical Five Stars, Demon Sealing Knot!”
Jiang Xingyu stalled his pace; he felt like he was being drawn by a powerful vortex, no longer able to advance the slightest bit. The monk’s robe transformed into a cloth rope, wrapping him tightly.
The abbot looked out of the window at the dim light; it was now the junction of day and night, the so-called “Time of the Demon.” Only at this moment could the reversal of yin and yang be realized.
Ichiro Toyama had been preparing for too long; he took out the cloth scroll and kicked it open. The scroll stretched out for dozens of meters and didn’t stop; it was filled with incantations and secret phrases, as large as 100,000 characters.
This was painted by Ichiro Toyama with the blood of his fingertips, bit by bit over a period of three years.
The situation was bad; he could no longer wait to capture this fierce ghost back to the Treasure Mountain Temple; he could only settle it on the spot.
“Jiang Xingyu, return your soul!”
Ichiro Toyama shouted, and in an instant, he entered the world of the fierce ghost’s mind.
He wanted to find out every place of the fierce ghost’s resentment and completely stimulate Jiang Xingyu’s Yin energy.
“Mummy, look at that kid; he’s so weird!” A few small children passed by Ichiro Toyama, awakening his consciousness.
The abbot realized that he had succeeded.
This was no longer Zhuo Yu’s river view villa, but a sandpit with some slides and rides on it, an activity area in the neighborhood.
“Don’t get too close to that kid; his mom and dad are mur-derers and will hurt you.” A few old ladies whispered to the children, “Come on, we’re not playing here.”
Following the old ladies’ eyes, the abbot saw Jiang Xingyu.
Jiang Xingyu as a child.
The boy was yellow and thin, looking gloomy, with thick bangs covering those big eyes; he looked like a completely strange child. As if he hadn’t heard the gossip, he touched his hungry stomach.
He walked forward with a smile, “Child, let me take you to buy some food.”
The abbot knew that the current Jiang Xingyu could easily trust others and was willing to be obedient as long as he was treated a little bit nicely. The abbot intended to use his words to amplify his resentment and grievances, leading him to extremes.
However, things were somewhat unexpected.
Little Jiang Xingyu squinted at him, not moved at all, and walked away in a few trotting steps, crouching under the flowerbed.
And in the distance, the person who should have died appeared.
— Zhuo Yu walked towards Jiang Xingyu with two popsicles.
“Didn’t I tell you not to run around?” Zhuo Yu handed one of them to the child.
“Met a bad guy.” Jiang Xingyu said silently, “I think it’s a human traffi-cker.”
Ichiro Toyama couldn’t believe it.
He was fueling the resentment, and Zhuo Yu was fighting him!
Not only was this tricky thing not dead, he had actually transformed into a ghost and entered Jiang Xingyu’s mind world before him.
“Were you being bullied by the kids again?”
“It’s okay.”
Zhuo Yu’s face was very pale, different from ordinary people. He showed a charming smile, appearing both gorgeous and dangerous: “Let me teach you how to retaliate against them. Human beings are very fragile, as long as a small bit of ……”
Before the words were finished, the fierce ghost was hugged by Jiang Xingyu.
“I don’t want it; it’s enough for me to have you. As long as you don’t hate me, it doesn’t matter if anyone else does.”
The child’s bright eyes were hidden under his hair, and he actually smiled happily.
The abbot tried to step forward to stop it, but the scene shifted and they were soon no longer in that sandpit, replaced by a cramped silo.
The voices of men and women already howling shrilly to the point of rasping were as uncomfortable as scraping glass.
But it actually didn’t travel the slightest bit out of the room.
Jiang Xingyu, who had grown up a lot, sat calmly in the living room; his body was covered in bruises and he looked like he had just been abused, but at the moment, the two men and women who had abused him were actually screaming even worse than he was.
He cast a glance towards the bedroom.
Mum and Dad were being killed by Zhuo Yu.
“Asha is my child; how can you move him with your dirty hands?” The ghost was crouching on the ceiling; a pair of horrible dragon wings was pinching the man’s head and lifting him up. “I hate it when people encroach on my place.”
Zhuo Yu, who had already become a Lustrous Ghost, had no sense to speak of; his own nastiness seemed like it had been magnified thousands of times, or perhaps this was his true character.
He ripped off the heads of the pear.
The corpses were hidden by him in other spaces, leaving only large bloodstains remaining on the floor.
Jiang Xingyu obediently picked up a mop and took the initiative to clean up the scene.
“Don’t you hate me?” Zhuo Yu landed beside Jiang Xingyu. “I killed your loved ones.”
“No.”Jiang Xingyu revealed a gentle smile; he had matured a lot, he rubbed his face against the nape of the ghost’s neck, “I’m happy that you care so much about me.”
At this moment, the abbot was like an outsider; his footsteps froze outside the gate; he actually couldn’t take a step closer.
It was that Zhuo Yu who had messed up; this place was an alien space created by him!
The scenery in front of him once again melted away like a landscape painting, and in its place was a noisy school.
A few students pushed Jiang Xingyu next to a bucket of water, saying unsavory things; Jiang Xingyu’s school uniform was soaked, and it was winter. This was unquestionably school bullying.
But Jiang Xingyu wasn’t angry at all.
If it were before, he would have written straw paper all over the classroom with the darkest curses, but now, he only had pity for these kids.
They were going to be unlucky.
Not a moment later, these people fell down the stairs, with open fractures all over their bodies; they would have to be out of school for at least a whole year, and there would be aftereffects in the future.
Jiang Xingyu came to the corner of the stairs, looked at Zhuo Yu in the dark, and laughed, “Baby, why don’t you ignore them?”
He was all but resentful and actually started to say something nice for the bullies, lest Zhuo Yu really kill all of these people.
“You’re my thing, and I won’t spare any of those who have hurt you.”
Zhuo Yu came forward and passionately kissed Jiang Xingyu; the two of them were in this small corner, and even when the class bell rang, they still didn’t separate.
What Jiang Xingyu couldn’t see was that Zhuo Yu’s eyes were devoid of any love, but he was already immersed in the beauty he had compiled and had never had such a happy moment.
The scene rotated again, and a truck sped past.
This time, instead of pushing Jiang Xingyu towards the front of the vehicle, Zhuo Yu pushed him towards the open space with one hand, something the character wanted to do in the first place but failed to do.
Jiang Xingyu, who had already grown up, immediately got up and nervously looked in the direction of the truck; however, Zhuo Yu was already a ghost, and the truck merely penetrated through his body without causing the slightest impact.
Jiang Xingyu sighed in relief, “Baby, you scared me to death.”
He went forward and hugged the ghost that was haunting him, as if he would disappear if he let go.
The last trace of Jiang Xingyu’s hostility was smoothed out.
He was gentle like never before.
“This can’t be! This is impossible!!!” Ichiro Toyama’s stern expression finally crumbled as he screamed and tried to recite the incantation, but in Zhuo Yu’s space, he hadn’t brought any magical weapons with him and couldn’t make a single wave.
He could only watch as his carefully selected Yin ghost smiled easily, that hostile aura being dispersed as much as it could be.
But his spells were still on; he had to reverse the yin and yang! How could he fail?
Great unwillingness and intention washed over Ichiro Toyama; he was going crazy; he couldn’t accept the fact in front of him; the already gloomy Ichiro Toyama felt like he just wanted to curse it all.
Why, he was kicked out of his hometown for nothing more than enjoying ghostly servitude and creating a few fierce ghosts.
Why should he suffer from a terminal illness when he was starting over in life?
By what right? The heavens were going to take back his achievements after he had done everything he could.
“I’m not convinced, I’m not convinced ah ah ah ah!!!”
A huge resentment erupted from Ichiro Toyama, a stark contrast to Jiang Xingyu, who was overflowing with happiness at the moment.
At this moment, the three of them heard a sudden buzz.
The resentment had reached its peak, and the reversal ceremony had begun.
However, this reversal involved even swapping identities, a true ‘reversal.’.
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