298: Chapter 296: Ghost Tears Pearl 298: Chapter 296: Ghost Tears Pearl They all showed wary eyes at Fang Geyu’s approach and violently resisted when it ca ti to apply dicine.
Although Fang Geyu ant well, she was truly not suited to taking care of others.
Her touch inevitably brought discomfort and pain.
Instantly, soone began to sob loudly, resisting by pushing and pulling at Fang Geyu.
Their filth-ridden nails scratched trails of blood across the back of her hand.
Fang Geyu felt the pain and, with eyes blazing like fire, shouted fiercely without any niceties, “Stop moving, or I’ll twist off your neck!”
The group imdiately cald down, obedient as kittens.
Baili An walked over, lifted her wrist, and examined the scratches on her hand, his gaze deepening for a mont.
He cleaned and bandaged her wounds, then said in a low voice, “Next ti, let handle this.
Even if they had knives in their hands, they couldn’t scratch .”
Fang Geyu herself didn’t care much about the small scratches.
Seeing his tense expression, her lips curved into a slight smile, “When I was young, I was once abducted by an Evil Cultivator.”
Baili An humd softly, his voice very light, “It was Master Shan that saved Fang Geyu.
I know.”
Fang Geyu continued, “I’m indeed fortunate to have t Grandfather Master Shan, but before that lucky mont ca, I felt like I was living in a nightmare every day.
That Evil Cultivator kept in a room with no light.
Inside, there were many kids my age who were noisy and loved to cry.
I knew they were scared, but I didn’t understand why they cried.
Did they think their tears would soften the heart of the Evil Cultivator and make him release them?
It didn’t.
It only wasted their energy, dried their throats, and eventually, they died of thirst or hunger.
The cramped room was also filled with the stench of blood, excrent, and nauseating sweat, but I got used to it.
The hardest thing to bear was the sll of the children’s rotting corpses after their energy was depleted, no different than being steeped among dead fish because you never knew when you would be assimilated into that decay.”
At this point, Fang Geyu laughed lightly and looked at the nurous won in the room.
Her smile wasn’t scornful but sowhat relaxed.
“Fortunately, they are lucky.
At least here, there is no sll of rotting corpses.”
Baili An fell silent.
Ji Ting, who had finally finished vomiting, entered pale-faced, leaning against the wall.
His eyes darted around nervously, seemingly looking for Ji Ying.
Fang Geyu’s face showed a mocking expression.
“Look at you, a weak scholar who can’t lift anything and can’t stand the sight of filth, nearly vomiting your life away before even saving anyone.
It’s a miracle your sister could be rescued by you.”
Ji Ting’s face turned slightly red, apparently a bit embarrassed, but soon his face paled completely, and he beca visibly agitated.
He stumbled into the crowd of detainees.
“Where is my sister, Ying’er?
Why isn’t she here?
I saw that she was all right here when I brought food a few days ago!”
Baili An’s eyes flickered.
In desperation, Ji Ting grabbed a woman and pleaded, “Please tell , where is my sister now?”
The won here had been detained for so long, apparently sporting marks of punishnt and torture, having endured a lot of suffering.
They were all frightened and trembling.
Fang Geyu had already gone mad a few tis trying to administer dicine to them.
Now, Ji Ting’s careless questioning caused the woman to shake violently, her teeth chattering as she frantically shook her head.
“I don’t know… I don’t know anything, don’t hit , I won’t take the dicine, I won’t take it, stop forcing !”
In desperation, Ji Ting released her and turned to another person.
Compared to the previous one, this one was much calr and her clothes were not as filthy, suggesting she hadn’t been there long.
Although there was still a deep fear of strangers in her eyes, under Ji Ting’s intense gaze, she finally spoke, “I…
I don’t know your sister.
All I know is that the girls locked up here are chosen every few days, and then soone…”
She seed to recall sothing extrely horrifying, her face turning very pale.
Ji Ting tensed up, sensing what was coming, his expression in agony, “Done by people… done how?”
The woman looked at him deeply and said, “They are strangled alive with hemp rope, and then buried under that heavy stone millstone in the courtyard.”
Ji Ting’s body shook violently, his expression despairing to the point of shaking, his lips quivering, “Strangled… no… I can’t believe it.”
Tears stread down his face, his eyes reddened, his expression turning fierce, “I don’t believe any of this…”
Baili An, who had been silent, showed no emotion on his face.
Only when Ji Ting’s emotions clearly began to spiral out of control, and even black pus began to ooze from his chest, did he reluctantly say, “Ji Ting, try to calm down a bit.”
Ji Ting, with red-rimd eyes, muttered, “Calm…
how can I be calm when under that black stone millstone rests the Ghost Tears Pearl that the Ghost spoke of?
Every few days, he kills a woman and buries her there using my sister’s life for those evil spirits!
How can I be calm!”
Baili An said, “If that’s true, then you shouldn’t be wallowing in self-pity.
Shouldn’t you hurry to retrieve Ms.
Ji Ying’s body from that foul land?”
“Yes!
Yes!” Ji Ting wiped the tears from his face, as if in a trance, “I still need to take my sister ho… ho…”
Once outside the building, the three ca to the heavy stone millstone ntioned by the girl.
Along the way, Fang Geyu was very quiet.
Baili An looked at the heavy stone millstone in front of them, surrounded by a circle of thick wooden stakes, numbering eight in total.
The pointed ends were deeply embedded into the earth, while the upper ends were carved into grimacing little ghost heads.
White ropes connecting the eight stakes were heavily frayed and hung with paper bells made from underworld paper.
The cold night wind blew, causing the bells to clang, sounding like so sinister soul-suppressing lody, making one’s consciousness blur after listening for a mont.
As if echoing the language of ghosts at night.
At that mont, Fang Geyu snorted coldly.
Baili An noticed her unusual expression and couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?”
Fang Geyu, her fingers rubbing the sapphire on her sword hilt, sneered, “I thought this Ghost had quite the appetite.
True, he’s a formidable Fierce Ghost that’s been around for three thousand years, possessing an unusually powerful malevolent energy and obsession in the Mortal World.
But this Ghost Tears Pearl is a taboo that should not be trifled with even by three thousand Fierce Ghosts in the Mortal World.”
Baili An puzzled, “Why do you say that?”
Fang Geyu explained, “The Ghost Tears Pearl is an object from five hundred years ago, originating from Fengdu Country of the Netherworld, supposedly ford by the northern nether great emperor’s left eye carrying a heart full of resentnt, solidified into a pearl.
On the day the pearl ford, the sky darkened greatly.
Above the nine gates, Heavenly Gate vanished, only to see the Ghost Sect inverted above the Heavenly Sea, linking the realms of yin and yang, causing all ghosts to weep together.
Hence, the na Ghost Tears beca known throughout the world.
This pearl, originating from the northern nether great emperor and interred by his hand into Houtu, holds secrets unknown to anyone.
But what people know is that only Empress Ying Ji of the Central Netherworld Dynasty is qualified to unravel this mystery.
Unfortunately, Empress Ying Ji has no intention of solving this riddle and doesn’t know where the Ghost Tears Pearl is hidden, thus it remains an unresolved legacy.”
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