254: Chapter 252: Dream Talk 254: Chapter 252: Dream Talk Speaking of which, Fang Geyu’s gaze suddenly shifted evasively, and with a light cough, she said, “But this young lady is no pushover with a backbone like jelly, utterly unwilling in every way.
Even if the Empress is unreasonable, she wouldn’t go too far with a child.”
Baili An saw the change in her expression and naturally understood that during those three months, sothing quite embarrassing must have happened to Fang Geyu.
He chose not to call her out on it and, with a chuckle, said, “Safety cos first on this trip.
My body is that of a corpse demon, and with my Healing Talent as protection, I really shouldn’t run into any serious trouble.
Keep this item safe, Fang Geyu.
If you feel like you’re taking advantage of , you can repay later with so incredible treasure.
After all, you’re rich.”
Fang Geyu clicked her tongue twice, apparently now seen in his eyes as a delicate damsel ready to break at a touch.
Yet seeing him sending treasures her way while vigorously finding a way for her to save face and preserve her pride, she was truly left speechless.
The inn in the border city of Xianling was the site of a brief parting on the eve of the ghost battle.
Baili An left the rabbit at the inn since Ji Sanr had managed to avoid a disaster with ghosts for the ti being, and the apricot blossom imprint on his wrist had faded.
But faded did not an completely gone, and no one could assure that the Ghost had completely given up on his target.
After all, the rabbit was an Afu Tu from the Forbidden Land of Chaotic Netherworld Valley.
Its presence should serve as a deterrent to the Ghost.
Baili An, alone with an umbrella, went to the Yun Family in the border city, as ntioned by Fang Geyu.
There was no need to prove his identity or intentions to this family.
rely by revealing the blood-red tri-petal apricot blossom mark on his wrist to the Yun family, they were overjoyed as if they had t their savior and eagerly welcod him with open arms.
“Young immortal, you truly are our saving grace, the great savior of our Yun family.
We must have accumulated eight generations of bad luck to have our boy et with such a misfortune.
The immortals in the city, upon hearing the na of the Ghost, did not wish to involve themselves and even shunned our family as if we were plagued by evil, but only soone as benevolent and just as you would be willing to rescue us from this plight.”
The patriarch of the Yun family was a portly middle-aged man.
His family was wealthy from the brocade business, with a great number of children and grandchildren prospering under his roof.
And the groom chosen by the Ghost was the eldest son of the Yun family, Yun Shulang.
Seemingly hearing the commotion of Baili An’s arrival, the eldest son of the Yun family, who was wailing, causing a scene, and threatening to hang himself under a crooked tree in the front courtyard, quickly tossed the hemp rope aside and, wiping away his tears, hurried over in a rush.
Baili An looked at the young man before him, soaked to the bone and unkempt, barely stopping himself from kowtowing in Baili An’s direction.
He was sobbing incoherently with his words all jumbled up, clearly terrified by the fearso reputation of the Ghost.
Given his drenched appearance, it seed he had attempted to drown himself in a well but had been rescued by his family, and now he was causing a scene again, threatening to hang himself.
Baili An was not adept at handling such loud and chaotic situations, so he briefly explained the arrangents for three days later before taking up residence in a fine guest room in the inner courtyard, as arranged by the patriarch of the Yun family.
The heavy snow in the city that had fallen for several days finally ceased.
In the middle of the night, the moonlight was quiet and solitary, and only the occasional gentle sound of snow falling from the treetops could be heard.
The guest room where Baili An stayed was a separate courtyard.
Although the people in the mansion were extrely grateful and respectful towards him,
they also held a subtle fear due to the Ghost Marriage Seal on his body, so since he had checked in, he hadn’t been disturbed.
He preferred the peace and quiet.
Beneath the lamplight, Baili An was applying new oil to the Autumnwater Sword, carefully wiping and maintaining it.
The bright blade reflected his clear black and white eyes.
After oiling, the Autumnwater Sword slowly revolved in his palm, and a chilling Sword Qi condensed into a cold frosty mist, spiraling around the sword tip.
The sword in his hand felt incredibly light.
The Autumnwater Sword was of the water elent, and Baili An, through the Wish Pearl, had also mastered the ability of Water Control.
Now, wielding the sword, his power was naturally far greater than ever.
As a result, the inherent grade of the sword could no longer keep up with his Spiritual Power.
A ghost battle was on the horizon,
and it seed that the Autumnwater Sword would not be of much help to him.
It seed necessary to find a more suitable weapon.
Baili An sheathed the Autumnwater Sword, the candle flickered in the cold wind, and amid the fluttering collar, a very faint remnant fragrance brushed past his face.
Baili An slowly furrowed his brow, sniffing at the collar of his garnt.
This residual scent was identical to the cold fragrance that had assailed him the previous night.
Though faint, a whole day had passed, and the scent still lingered.
Without close contact, it wouldn’t have stayed for so long.
What alard him more was that the fragrance seed to soothe him, allowing him to sleep soundly without any defenses.
What kind of fragrance could put a corpse demon to sleep?
Last night, if soone had really approached him and he was completely defenseless, killing him would have been as easy as turning over a hand.
Yet, he was still unhard, which proved that the person from last night had no intention to harm.
Baili An couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
Could it really just be for the wooden rabbit that the person had co last night?
Baili An himself found the thought sowhat laughable.
But…
He had to admit that since he had erged from the coffin, the previous night was the most peaceful and relaxed sleep he had ever had.
Glancing at the moonlight and snowy scene, Baili An closed the two windows and, using the lingering scent, lay down on the bed for a light sleep.
For Baili An, falling asleep was a rather wondrous occurrence.
He didn’t need to maintain constant vigilance, just like a traveler who had been trekking for a long ti, could shed his weariness and load, finally finding a place to lean and rest, to collapse into the dry, soft straw and sleep peacefully.
In the coffin for a century, he had no mories, just like an ordinary corpse, surrounded only by the cold embrace of death.
Until the mont he closed his eyes tonight, he realized that even a corpse demon could pursue dreams and search mories.
But these mories were like thin ice on the sea’s surface, bearing the weight of the past.
Before he could bend down to see, it was as if sothing shattered them violently.
The fragnted ice floated chaotically in the abyssal sea, the broken, shimring pieces filling his vision, then carried by countless fish in the sea along with him, plunging into the endless Abyss of the deep sea, never to be found again.
In this vast and profound dreamscape, a distant and familiar whisper suddenly sounded.
The voice was deep and blurry, as if coming from the depths of the Abyss of the deep sea, carrying a kind of Summoning intent.
As his consciousness sank deeper and deeper, the vague and distant voice gradually beca clear.
“The earth entombs the remains, with the ghosts of dust guarding the corpses.
The flaming sands turn to a sea of blood when the gentle rain washes over the ruins and towers, seeking the King’s head to reunite…”
The voice grew from soft to deep, like a hot, burning engraving tool, etching repeatedly into the fabric of his spirit, playing over and over in his heart, swelling to a crescendo.
Until Baili An abruptly opened his eyes, and the remote words from the dream still rang in his head like ancient, giant bells.
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