Baili An’s eyes flickered with a spark, and a faint, ambiguous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Now he was sure that the mysterious evil spirit must have sothing to do with this guy!
Coincidences do exist in the world, but when multiple coincidences accumulate in a very short night, it can no longer be called a coincidence...
Zheng Siyan narrowed his cold eyes, and his tone suddenly beca stern: "What do you an?"
Baili An took a deep breath and looked at ng Zifei with a slight sense of apology.
He didn’t expect that the issues between him and Zheng Siyan would drag the entire ng Family into this.
After withdrawing his gaze from ng Zifei, Baili An quietly watched the Binding Spirit Talisman on the stone pillar of the wall.
The talismanic lines on the paper began to faintly react, emitting a faint red glow.
Baili An calmly said: "If I’m not mistaken, the Sect Leader wants to stay here. But once I express my desire to leave, that evil spirit will definitely make a move again."
As if to validate his words, a hundred Binding Spirit Talismans suddenly shone brightly in an instant.
Of course, in the ng Mansion, ordinary mortals like ng Zifei couldn’t see the miraculous change in the Binding Spirit Talisman.
But they could feel that in the early winter courtyard, the already cold weather suddenly beca terrifyingly chill.
"Hee hee hee..." An eerie baby giggle echoed throughout the ng Mansion, not loud but extrely clear as if a cold, pale baby face was sneering close to your ear.
A shiver down the spine!
"Ghost...a ghost!" The old butler pointed to a certain spot in the air above the courtyard, where a fat baby with a deathly pale face was rolling midair wrapped in dark clouds.
The baby was clearly not a living creature, with eyeless pale white orbs, and its round head was twice the size of its body.
Its appearance was extrely ugly, giving off a sinister, malevolent vibe.
As it grinned, its mouth split open to its nape, with uneven sharp teeth glittering like cold blades, and blood-stained Blood Pearls hung between its teeth, having clearly ’feasted’ before arriving at the ng Mansion.
Baili An could tell that this ghost baby was the sa kind as Shou, but Shou’s hands had never stained human life, sustained by Baili An’s own Essence Blood.
Though Shou belonged to the ghost category, it was not such a malevolent, bloodthirsty existence.
With the help of the Binding Spirit Talisman, the Spirit Jade at ng Zifei’s waist emitted a faint glow, allowing him to clearly discern the ghost’s full appearance.
His teeth chattered, finger trembling as he pointed at the baby, his expression terrified and resentful: "It’s it! This is the ghost that killed my cousin!"
The Shang siblings, Shang Hong and Shang Ying, simultaneously summoned their weapons, their voices rang out powerful and clear.
Thousands of snow-like horsetail whisk strands extended at an astounding speed, transforming into a white net as it spread toward the ghost.
The sword at her waist, under her abundant Spiritual Power, unsheathed itself, rapidly shrinking to a finger’s length, yet its sharpness was extraordinarily potent, directly stabbing through the gaps in the net.
Her older brother, Shang Hong, wielded a fierce blade on his shoulder, not rushing to strike, but rather guarding at his sister’s side to prevent unforeseen mishaps.
Within the net, the chuckling suddenly vanished.
"Got it?" Shang Hong’s thick brows knitted tightly, yet his face showed no signs of relief.
He could tell at a glance that this ghost was tough to deal with and didn’t believe it could be subdued in one quick exchange.
"No." Shang Ying lightly shook the horsetail whisk, her beautiful eyes solemn: "There was no sensation of a hit."
The small sword buzzed back into its sheath, restoring its original form.
Baili An was focused on the battle, suddenly...
"Hee hee hee..."
The eerie laughter ca closer from afar, clearly directed at him.
His scalp tightened sharply, and Baili An instinctively gripped the Qiankun Bag at his waist.
The pair of extrely scarlet eyes approached him, the baby’s giant mouth gaped open, its uneven tusks gleaming sinisterly.
The mouth split to an exaggerated size, the large head almost cut into two by it.
One could even clearly see the bloody flesh wriggling in the baby’s throat depths.
Su Jing, who had remained silent for a long ti, with eyes flashing with black fire, reacted swiftly with a punch, the fist wind swirling with intense, fiery black flas.
Su Jing showed no fear of being bitten by the ghost, and neither did the ghost, as it directly ignored her black fla punch, turning into a puff of black mist and disappearing.
Then it instantly appeared in front of Baili An, its mouth snapping down toward his head.
The ghost coffin rejoiced.
A sharp and playful infant’s wail sounded crisply.
Baili An’s surroundings were suddenly engulfed in dark mist, and a chubby little ghost wearing a blood-red undergarnt leaped out from the Qiankun Bag without hesitation, charging out fiercely to bite the sinister-looking little ghost.
Upon seeing Shou, the little ghost actually closed its mouth voluntarily, reverting to its original form, still giggling, but its expression turned extrely vicious, five claws forming hooks tightly gripping Shou’s chubby lotus root-like hands.
Shou was no pushover either; during its battle with the Qi Ren of the Demon Sect years ago, it had reshaped its soul, consuming the purple blood inside Baili An, and its Spiritual Body grew far stronger than ordinary ghosts.
Coupled with the refinent of the Essence Blood it consud daily over two years with Baili An’s cultivation growth.
Even with one hand restrained, Shou had the ability to counterattack, one chubby paw sharp as a blade, tearing fiercely, leaving gashes across the ghost’s forehead from which oozed inky black blood, horrifyingly eerie.
The ghost, pained by the scratches, grew impatient, its giggle fading.
It dragged Shou’s body, an aura of dark clouds engulfing Shou’s chubby body as if to Devour, wrapping it wholly, then disappeared.
Baili An’s expression drastically changed; he had summoned Shou rely to temporarily contend, seeking the ghost’s weaknesses.
He never imagined the ghost would be so cunningly decisive, dragging Shou off abruptly.
In a rush of panic, he disregarded everything, stepping on seven fiery circles, racing off in pursuit.
Su Jing also swiftly followed.
The Shang siblings recognised Baili An’s footwork technique, their expressions changing slightly: "It’s the Taixuan Sect’s Seven Ashes Steps!"
Shang Ying’s expression was both surprised and puzzled: "Isn’t he a disciple of the Central Netherworld Dynasty? Since when did the relationship between Central Netherworld and Taixuan beco so good that even the spiritual thods within the sect are passed to that Baili Brother."
Zheng Siyan never took action, coldly observing all along, and as he saw Baili An chase out of the ng Mansion, his cold smile deepened.
Shang Hong’s expression fell solemnly, saying in a deep voice: "This ghost likely possesses power beyond the Kaiyuan level."
ng Zifei’s face was already deathly pale, and only after a long while did he react, exclaiming: "Will Brother Baili be in danger? Cousin, Cousin Shang, and Zheng Sect Leader, won’t you lend him a hand?"
Zheng Siyan chuckled coldly, with no intention of helping.
Shang Hong glanced at Zheng Siyan, seeing his attitude, his stern face also fell silent, neither speaking nor acting.
However, Shang Ying furrowed her brow deeply, feeling inexplicably disappointed in her heart seeing her brother’s reaction, she sighed, saying: "Zifei, since you invited him back, and now he’s entangled in trouble because of the ng Family, both emotionally and logically, I can’t stand by idly. Since my brother is unwilling to act, I’ll go to help by myself."
Shang Hong sharply raised his head, his piercing tiger eyes flickering uncertainly, but eventually bowed in sha.
Years of cultivation career had long eroded him with the coldness and cruelty of the cultivation world.
He had little favor toward people from the Central Netherworld Dynasty. Now to risk his life for rescue was beyond his ability.
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