When Shen Cang found them, those Thousand-Year Starved Ghosts were still desperately burrowing deeper into the earth’s crevices. The burning on their bodies didn’t disappear because of the dive into the crevices but slowed down, still gradually shrinking their size.
Shen Cang stood at the crevice, his gaze profound and deep.
Seemingly sensing the pressure of a strong presence, the Thousand-Year Starved Ghosts, who were previously so arrogant in front of Little Taotie, Yuanyuan, and Jiang Si about consuming living beings, fell silent. They didn’t even dare to let out a single scream or whimper.
"Co out." Shen Cang’s voice erged from his throat, carrying a sense of tiless depth.
The buzzing sound from his nasal cavity resembled the toll of an ancient bell, carrying a soul-trembling resonance.
When Little Taotie, Yuanyuan, and Jiang Si heard this sound, they did not show any obvious change and even felt a refreshing clarity of spirit.
However, when this sound reached the ears of the Spiritual Body, it was like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. It struck the soul like sacred chants, and the sound waves could annihilate fragnted souls.
"Please... spare us..."
"We know we were wrong!"
"We truly know we were wrong!"
"We’ll hide underground for a thousand, ten thousand years, and never co out again, please let us go!"
The pleas were like wretched lants, yet none dared to raise their voice too much, like the sound of mosquitos.
"I don’t want to repeat myself."
Hearing this, six Ghosts floated out of the crevice, looking extrely disheveled.
One Ghost’s soul was almost transparent, like setting transparency to around 10% in software. Aside from becoming so transparent it was nearly disappearing, there was a large hole piercing through its stomach, with only an outline remaining, and flas were still burning on the outline. Even though the sparks were almost tiny, the sizzling sound akin to flesh frying could still be heard.
The other five Ghosts were better off but not by much, approximately 30% transparent, with various sized burning holes on their bodies.
The six Ghosts covered their ears with their hands, all Spiritual Bodies trembling in the wind.
Shen Cang swept his cold eyes over them, his displeasure evident in his gaze.
Seeing the displeased and impatient look, the six Ghosts subconsciously all put their hands down, enduring the residual sound waves of the air affecting their Spiritual Bodies, causing their bodies to tremble even more violently.
Shen Cang scrutinized them, just as stated over the phone, they were indeed beings of a thousand years.
Shen Cang looked around, reaching out to feel the humidity in the air, though it seed less like gauging humidity than sensing the concentration of Yin Qi.
"Is it from an outside domain?" Shen Cang muttered, shaking his head in self-denial: "Doesn’t seem like it."
Shen Cang glanced at Yuanyuan: "Was the task completed?"
The task Yuanyuan received was to win the competition, and upon winning, the Starved Ghosts would escape from that body. At that ti, the main target for pursuit would be that body. If the body’s owner could co back to life, it ant the Starved Ghosts’ Spiritual Body hadn’t damaged it. If the body couldn’t revive, it indicated the Starved Ghosts were over a hundred years old.
Now that body was nowhere to be found; it likely turned to dust the mont the Thousand-Year Starved Ghosts left, a side effect from the overload of Thousand-Year Spiritual Body.
"Little Taotie won the Big Stomach King competition, but he was a Thousand-Year Starved Ghost, and that body is already destroyed." Yuanyuan answered, pointing to a Ghost that sounded and was small like a White Person.
Shen Cang nodded in understanding, his gaze calmly sweeping over that Ghost.
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