Chapter 5: The Ghost

  Zi Bei coughed and got up from the ground, looking bitter: "Hey, I said it wasn't necessary to be so violent, right? You didn't get my consent to put me to sleep, can't I even make a joke?"

  Yao gazed at Qi Bei for a long time before two words finally burst out of her mouth: "Monster."

  "Elf!" Zhi Bei's mouth split open, revealing a row of white teeth, his left hand placed between his nose, and he sniffed in a daze.

  Her pretty face was slightly flushed, and for a moment she wanted to throw a Wind Blade Technique at him and cut him into pieces.

  "It's almost dark, don't you know if there's a place to hide? Besides, I'm lost. It's fate that we met, you won't abandon me, will you?" Qi Bei said with a smile.

  "I never help people for free, what can you offer?" Yaoyao stroked her hair and said coquettishly.

  "What about... dedicating myself to you?" Qi Bei's face was filled with longing.

  "Alright, but can you handle it?" Yao Wei crooked her finger, and a strand of clear wind pulled Qi Bei over to her side. Her beautiful eyes stared straight at him, as if trying to see through him.

  "What? You suspect I'm not capable? How preposterous! Let me go, we'll have a battle of 300 rounds right now!" Qi Bei shouted indignantly.

  She gave Qi Bei a sideways glance, suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of Xue He, and a hint of joy flashed across her face. Then she stretched out a slender jade finger to press against his lips, and whispered softly: "Shh, don't you trust me yet? But I'm afraid you'll have to put up with some temporary hardship."

  Zi Bei's heart suddenly skipped a beat, due to Yao's enchanting and seductive demeanor, as well as the intuition of being surrounded by enormous danger.

  Damn it! Zhi Bei couldn't move, he gritted his teeth and stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the seductive jade finger.

  She jerked her jade-like hand back as if she had been electrocuted and scolded in a soft voice: "Bad guy."

  The fairy is just a fairy, and scolding people is also a way of seducing them.

  However, after gaining a slight advantage in the verbal sparring match, Qi Bei didn't feel any relief. The sense of danger had already made all his hairs stand on end.

  Yao Wei covered his mouth with her hand, then swiftly pulled out a crystal core and began to set up an array around him.

  In an instant, the formation was set up, and she flicked out two drops of fresh blood from her fingertips, chanted a few spells, and this formation flashed with blood light and disappeared silently.

  Then, Yao's entire body twisted like a water pattern and also disappeared.

  "Damn it, this demon is actually using me as bait." Zhi Bei was still unaware of what Yao was planning, and he cursed inwardly.

  In the turbulent river of blood, one whirlpool after another suddenly appeared.

  In the blink of an eye, within a thousand miles of the Blood River, hundreds of small whirlpools appeared. In each whirlpool, fragmented faces emerged.

  The originally very thick death and resentment in the air suddenly became more than ten times thicker.

  The cold wind howls, like thousands of children crying out in unison, sending chills from the outside to the inside.

  The internal force in his dantian was slowly flowing, and the binding wind magic on his body began to dissolve bit by bit.

  At this time, among the hundreds of whirlpools in the Blood River, strands of smoke that were almost as transparent as crystal emerged and gathered above the river, condensing into a semi-transparent specter with a faint golden hue.

  The ghost's two eyes shone with a faint golden light, greedily staring at the motionless Qi Bei, as if he were the most delicious delicacy in the world.

  Qī Běi's pupils suddenly constricted, and it turned out to be a ghost!

  Ghosts are not ordinary spirits, whether human or animal, all are managed by the legendary god of death. The god of death does not allow any spirit to linger in the world. Even if some spirits escape from the god of death's hands, they will eventually disappear into nothingness after a period of time.

  But if a dead soul not only escapes the hands of the god of death but also does not disappear into thin air, it will become a ghost.

  In the eight months that Zhi Bei spent in the Wraith Mountains, he had seen only a handful of ghosts, and all of them were low-level, unconscious spirits.

  This ghostly entity had partially transformed into a crystal-like state, and according to the classification of vengeful spirits, it was already half a step into the realm of the King of Vengeful Spirits.

  No matter what kind of undead, they are divided into low-level undead, mid-level undead and high-level undead. Above the high-level undead is the king of the undead, such as the Lich King, the Skeleton King, and the Ghost King.

  The King of the Dead has already possessed considerable intelligence and can summon tens of thousands of spirits.

  Provoking the King of the Underworld is equivalent to provoking an army of vengeful spirits.

  Although the ghost in front of him has not become a true king of the dead, it's hard to say whether he will have a group of younger brothers. Moreover, even if there are no younger brothers, its own strength is already an existence that can only be looked up to for Qi Bei.

  At first, that silver corpse only had half of its body left, with strength only two or three tenths of a true silver corpse's. Yet it forced Qi Bei to the end of his rope, and if he hadn't been lucky, he would have died long ago.

  Moreover, Yin Shi's strength is only in the middle among high-level undead, if it were a stronger Jin Shi, one encounter would be enough to instantly kill Qi Bei.

  Although this ghost was drooling three feet vertically, it didn't immediately pounce on him, but instead circled around him several times, as if sensing that something was off.

  Logically speaking, although the smell of a living person is a stimulant for ghosts, it shouldn't make this ghost so infatuated. It must be that the seductress has played some trick.

  The ghost hesitated again and again, but finally couldn't resist the temptation and rushed towards Ziqi.

  At this moment, the wind magic on Qi Bei's body was finally completely dissolved by his inner power.

  Just as Ziqi Bei wanted to dodge, a magic array emitting piercing bloody light appeared around him, trapping the ghost inside.

  He endured the dodging motion and instead wanted to see just how strong this demon was. Perhaps, he thought, the struggle between the two would allow him, a humble fisherman, to reap some benefit.

  "Whoa, hah, hoh...!" A seductive figure appeared outside the magic circle, raising her magic wand, her red lips opening and closing rapidly as she chanted a spell in an urgent tone.

  A cluster of blood-red vines suddenly sprouted from within the magic circle, tightly wrapping around the ghost inside.

  The ghost let out a sharp cry, and Qi Bei, who was almost within arm's reach, was stunned and dazed, but was isolated inside the magic array.

  The ghost began to struggle violently, with golden light and crystal light flashing on its body.

  One by one, the crimson vines were shattered, but new ones emerged again and wrapped around.

  Qī Běi discovered that with each broken rattan stick, Yāo's pretty face turned a shade paler.

  But with each snapping of the rattan, the glow on the ghost's body dimmed a little.

  It's clear that if it weren't for this magical array, You Yao wouldn't be a match for this ghost.

  The ghost's scream just now was probably summoning minions, and if it summons a batch of undead, Yao Wei will definitely flee in disarray. As for Qi Bei who is within the magic circle, he will be torn to pieces by the undead.

  The current situation is at a stalemate, it's just a matter of who can hold on until the end.

  "Come on guys, give some recommendations!"

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