"That's rare. Looks like this little guy does have some luck. It's rare for this guy to help someone."
The bald young man touched his bald head and turned to look outside the second old dormitory. He sighed and hugged Xue Yiren's slender waist. He looked at the red-robed ghost king, whose cheeks were blushing, and smiled. "Let's go back. A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him. Looks like we won't be able to get out this time."
"It doesn't matter to me whether I get out or not. As long as I can stay by the king's side, I'll be satisfied."
Xue Yiren lowered her head and timidly glanced at the bald young man's eyes. She moved her eyes away the moment they met. Her hands were intertwined, and her voice was not much louder than a mosquito.
The other ghost spirits covered their mouths and giggled.
"Ah!"
At the same time, Du Kang screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell backward. Fortunately, the scholar grabbed the front of his shirt and did not fall to the ground.
"What's wrong with him?"
Weiwei was the first to rush up and hug the unconscious Du Kang. She glared at the scholar and asked loudly. Ran Jing and the six ghost spirits also surrounded them with worried expressions.
"He's in a strange condition."
The scholar lowered his head and looked at the palm he used to press on Du Kang's head. Half of his palm was white and the other half was black. He frowned slightly and said indifferently, "Don't worry, he'll be fine. Let him have a good rest. We're going back too. If you have any questions, wait until tonight."
The scholar did not stay after he finished speaking. He flicked his sleeves and left. A black door appeared in the void in front of him. He stepped in, and the six ghost spirits followed closely. However, Fourth Brother, who was the last, turned to look at Du Kang before he entered the door. He shook his head and sighed softly before entering the door as well.
As the Killing Devil Door shrunk into the ground inch by inch, the black door disappeared into thin air as if it had never appeared.
"Hey, when did that bald guy leave?" Ran Jing suddenly realized that the bald young man and Xue Yiren had disappeared.
"Thankfully, Xiao Pang's life is not in danger. However, I am unable to enter his sea of wisdom. Even the connection between the two contracts has been severed."
Weiwei let out a sigh of relief after checking Du Kang's body. She then asked Ran Jing worriedly, "Jing Jing, what do you think happened to Xiao Pang?"
Ran Jing held her chin with her fingers. After pondering for a moment, she still couldn't think of a reason. She could only shake her head. "I'm not too sure either. It's all that old guy's phone is not in the service area every few days. Otherwise, he would have known."
When Ran Jing mentioned her master, although her tone was not very respectful, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face. She squatted beside Weiwei and comforted, "I don't think Xiao Pang looks like a short-lived ghost. Don't worry."
"If it wasn't for me, he would probably be reporting to Brother Cui by now."
Weiwei burst out laughing. She turned to look at Ran Jing and nudged her best friend with her shoulder. Her depressed mood was a little better. "Let's just wait here. We'll probably get the results tonight. Plus, Lao Wang's remnant soul is still in Xue Yiren's hands. We have to get it back."
"I don't think that's necessary. Hehehe, I didn't expect the two of you to still be alive. But that's good too. If I swallow the two of you, I won't be controlled by that old man anymore."
An illusory voice came from all directions.
"Who is it?!"
Ran Jing suddenly stood up. She narrowed her eyes and slowly scanned the surroundings. However, she couldn't find the person who spoke.
"That uncle, Shing Wong, is just a bait. Now that the two of you have taken the bait, the bait is useless."
The voice came again. Then, a figure was thrown in horizontally and fell beside Ran Jing's feet. It was Lao Wang, who was sent to Cangcheng by Cang Jin and Little White.
"It's you?"
Weiwei narrowed her eyes and looked at the girl in white who was holding an oil-paper umbrella at the door. Ran Jing could not help but frown.
Even though one of them was smart and the other was weird, they didn't expect that the person who appeared in front of them would be the little shop assistant who was almost scared to tears by Du Kang.
"Yeah. Are you surprised?"
The girl looked down at herself. She was wearing ordinary home clothes. She was even wearing a pair of cute pink rabbit slippers. Her wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and the faint smell of shampoo drifted in the air.
"I'm a bit ordinary." The girl curled up her right hand and looked at her newly dyed cardamom nails. She pouted and blew on it twice. Then, she looked at Weiwei and Ran Jing with a hint of jealousy and resentment in her eyes. "I'm not like you two beauties who can live comfortably with your beauty. I'm just an ordinary guy. From my birth to my death, I have an ordinary family background, an ordinary upbringing, an ordinary resume, an ordinary job, an ordinary appearance, and an ordinary figure. Ah …"
The girl raised her head and looked at the oil-paper umbrella quietly. Then, she slowly said, "The only thing that's not ordinary about me is my death. I was burned alive. What a big fire …"
The girl lowered her head and looked at Ran Jing and Weiwei. Her eyes were actually flashing with fire. In the sea of fire, a girl cried for help, cried, and collapsed. Finally, she fell to the ground powerlessly and was mercilessly swallowed by the fire. Then, she turned into a charred skeleton.
"Who killed you?" Ran Jing asked.
"Hehe …" The girl sneered and gently flicked her fingers. Suddenly, her figure flashed and rushed forward three meters. Facing Ran Jing, a pair of blood-red eyes stared straight at her. Her hoarse voice was like two iron plates rubbing against each other. It was harsh and unpleasant. "It doesn't matter who it is. Anyway, they are all dead. I killed them with my own hands. Hehehe …"
"What did you do to Cang Jin and Little Bai?"
As Weiwei spoke, she had already rushed behind the girl and blocked the entrance of the No. 2 old dormitory building. Then, she and Ran Jing sandwiched the girl between them.
The girl slowly turned her head and looked at Weiwei. She twitched the corner of her mouth and gave a weird smile. The facial features on her ordinary face gradually blurred as if a piece of mosaic had been erased, revealing a charming face. Her eyebrows were black and her skin was white. She blinked her blood-red eyes playfully and tilted her head to ask Weiwei, "Sister Chu, are you asking me?"
"Little Bai!?"
Weiwei could not believe her eyes. She took two steps back and looked at Little Bai in front of her. She pointed at the tip of Little Bai's nose and said, "You … reincarnated!"
"Hehehe … Sister Chu, you are so smart." Little Bai covered his mouth and giggled. He gave Weiwei a thumbs up and teased her. "But it's a little late for you to be smart."
"Is that so?"
Ran Jing took advantage of Little Bai's distraction and suddenly attacked. She raised her hand and summoned Little Flipping Sky. The small stone seal flew into the air and suddenly expanded to the size of a square meter. With rumbling thunder, it pressed down on Little Bai.
Whitey did not dodge or evade. In fact, it did not even blink its eyelids. It only spun the oil-paper umbrella in its hand, spinning it twice in its palm.
"Ding!"
Little Flipping Sky smashed onto the oil-paper umbrella. Electric snakes scuttled around and black smoke rose from the surface of the umbrella. The smoke condensed and did not disperse. It twisted left and right, turning into a blurry pitch-black figure that raised its hand and grabbed Little Flipping Sky.
Little Flipping Sky was a Daoist treasure and one of the Maoshan Sect's ritual implements. Although its power was worlds apart from the legendary Skythrowing Seal in the Investiture of the Gods, it was still a top-notch treasure in the current Degenerate Era. It contained the Qi of Heavenly Thunder and was also blessed by the Daoist arts of the Maoshan Sect's predecessors. The Daoist voice in the lightning bolts was always successful in slaying demons and demons. Ever since it became a weapon, it had slain countless demons and monsters.
However, today, Little Flipping Sky was held up by a black silhouette that was less than a foot long, preventing it from falling.
Ran Jing's hands were constantly forming hand seals, and a fine layer of sweat had unknowingly appeared on her forehead.
Seeing that it was difficult for Ran Jing to take them down by herself, Weiwei, who had woken up from the shock, pointed her finger forward, and a bright light flashed. The Shing Wong Divine Seal smashed heavily on the Little Fantian. With a clang, the Little Fantian suddenly sank down, instantly crushing more than a dozen black people. Their bodies were penetrated by the disorderly electric snakes, and they were torn into pieces, vanishing in the air. But then, more black figures rushed out from the oil paper umbrellas, and they held up the two divine seals that were constantly pressing down.
Little White's delicate brows furrowed, and its little hand that was holding onto the oil-paper umbrella spun vigorously. Then, it wiped its right hand in its pocket and threw a handful of copper beans at Wei Wei's face. At the same time, it kicked the ground with both of its feet, and its body floated backward, its back crashing into Ran Jing.
In the blink of an eye, the copper bean suddenly exploded in midair, and countless wisps of black smoke and Yin Qi rushed out from it. Shrill ghostly screams rang out, and countless ghostly shadows dashed around, flying all over the sky. Each and every one of them had a pair of blood-red eyes, looking everywhere for living beings.
"Lonely and wild ghosts!"
Weiwei was not afraid of the horrifying scene in front of her. To a Great Demon with a cultivation base of one thousand and five hundred years, this kind of trick was like eating bean sprouts. She opened her mouth, and a suction force pulled the ghosts that were flying around in the air like headless flies into her mouth.
"Oh!" Weiwei, whose mouth was full of lonely and wild ghosts, had her cheeks puffed up like a cute golden fish with a lion's head.
But in such a short time, Ran Jing suffered a great loss under Little Bai's hands. She was sent flying by a palm strike. If not for the protection of Ran Jing's treasures, she would have lost her life in an instant.
Twelve dazzling gold coins revolved around Ran Jing's body, emitting a brilliant glow. It was like an upside-down Dao bell, protecting Ran Jing in the middle.
"Hmph!"
Ran Jing snorted coldly. She used her thumb to wipe away the trace of blood that seeped out from the corner of her mouth. Her pink lips gently swept across her pearly white teeth, and she revealed a cold smile. "Let me experience your abilities!"
The Qingping Sword in her hand trembled, and two beautiful sword flowers appeared. Ran Jing rushed forward with all her strength, dragging the Qingping Sword behind her. She flicked her fingers, and twelve golden lights shot out like meteors. Each of them carried a sharp roar as they heavily collided with Little Bai.
Clink, clink, clink …
After a series of sounds, Little Bai was like a reef in the tide, unmoving. A white light flickered in and out of her white and tender hands, and in the nick of time, the twelve golden lights were all sent flying.
"Boom!"
Ran Jing and Little Bai brushed past each other. The azure gold sword light and the white light flashed in the air. Ran Jing held the Qingping Sword in her hand, and the blade kept trembling and buzzing. A drop of blood flowed down the blade to the tip of the sword.
The world was always changing. Everything was too hasty. In the blink of an eye, victory and defeat were reversed, and life and death were confused. A drop of blood sprinkled on the ground along with the rising sun. With a drip, it bloomed into a blood-colored lotus.
The tip of the Qingping Sword trembled uncontrollably, and Ran Jing's delicate body trembled violently before slowly falling down. With a clanging sound, the longsword stabbed into the ground, barely supporting Ran Jing's delicate and powerless body from completely falling down. Streams of bright red blood flowed down the grooves of the blade like they were free, and in an instant, a small pool of blood appeared.
"Quiet!"
Weiwei circulated all the Zhen Yuan in her body, trying her best to suppress the Shing Wong Divine Seal. However, things did not go as she wished. Without Ran Jing's control, Minor Heaven Flipping Sword's brilliance suddenly dimmed, and it turned back into a small stone seal. It was slapped to the side by dozens of black ghost hands, and the Shing Wong Divine Seal could no longer suppress Little Bai.
With a turn of her wrist, the oil-paper umbrella slowly rose up, and the multicolored light sprinkled down from the Shing Wong Divine Seal fluctuated violently. In just a moment, a series of cracking sounds like glass breaking rang out, and a small crack appeared on the surface of the Shing Wong Divine Seal.
Ding!
The tip of the oil-paper umbrella lightly touched the Shing Wong Divine Seal, and the tottering divine seal let out a weak hum. It swayed left and right twice, and then turned into a stream of light and flew back into Weiwei's body.
Although the Shing Wong Divine Seal was not Weiwei's Natal Ritual Implement, it still contained a strand of Weiwei's divine sense. Now, the divine seal was almost destroyed, and a strand of divine sense was directly erased. Weiwei's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth.
"Hahaha, the Shing Wong of the Nether World, the direct disciple of the Maoshan Sect?"
Xiao Bai's tone was extremely mocking and mocking. Looking at the defeated opponent in his hands with disdain, he laughed heartily and said, "Really, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Seeing is not as good as your reputation. It really disappoints me."
As Xiao Bai spoke, he slowly walked to Ran Jing's side with the kind of leisurely steps that belonged to a victor. His little hand grabbed Ran Jing's hair, and he lifted her pale little face to face him. He clicked his tongue twice and said very regretfully, "Look, look, this little face really makes me feel pity. Hmm." His gaze swept across Ran Jing's slightly protruding chest, and he said with a smile, "Although you are a flat princess, just based on your face, even if you are a trap, there will definitely be countless men who will be infatuated with you."
"Haha." Ran Jing was seriously injured. With a sneer, her chest violently rose and fell twice, and bright red blood dyed a large part of her clothes in front of her chest. A pair of bright eyes looked at Xiao Bai and said, "Grandaunt, I am flat-chested because I am proud. I am saving fabric for the country!"
With the last word, a silver light suddenly jumped out of Ran Jing's clothes in front of her chest and soared into the sky, emitting an infinite amount of silver light. The hall on the first floor that was shrouded in shadows was completely transparent. Even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be found at a glance.