Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 252 The Realm of Ghosts (Part Two)

Crunch, crunch!

Inside the house, with the deaths of so many, one after another, people filled with resentment… and under deliberate, artificial guidance…

Finally, just like a spring compressed to its limit, the dark, blackened thatch cushion began to rot rapidly, exploding with a "bang." Straws broke off and fell, and the strong stench of decay spread everywhere.

Boom, boom, boom!

In the still of the night, a faint, eerie knocking sound came from the forgotten little house…

The knocking started quickly, then instantly turned into a piercing scratching sound of fingernails against the door, followed by a frantic pounding, continuous and relentless…

The wooden door rattled and swayed as it was hit, and a lot of dust and dirt swirled down from the door frame, making it quite pungent.

What was that sound...?

After a long while, a servant carrying a lantern came from a distance, yawning.

It was already past midnight. He had just taken over his shift and was about to wander around when he was drawn in by this strange commotion.

As the footsteps drew closer, the knocking inside the house suddenly became fainter and disappeared completely…

The servant looked at the abandoned hut in front of him, somewhat puzzled. He thought he had misheard the noise earlier, so he didn't pay attention, cursed a few times, and turned to continue walking forward.

boom!

An unprecedented crashing sound erupted from the wooden door of the abandoned hut!

The laborer, thinking he was hallucinating, was about to turn around when, with a snap, his neck was broken behind him by some unknown force. His body went limp, his eyes bulged, and he collapsed onto the muddy ground, dead…

In the live goods area, at the entrance alley, two night watchmen sat drunkenly, muttering something indecent.

"This wind is really weird tonight... and we still have to keep watch, damn it... what could possibly happen at this hour?"

"Stop talking, have some more, there's nothing else to do anyway." Another servant picked up the wine bottle and refilled his glass.

"Haha, fill it up, fill it up! This is my favorite!"

A crisp clinking of glasses.

"Good wine, good wine, at least five or six years old..." One of them downed his drink in one gulp and said cheerfully, "One glass of wine and I feel so much warmer."

"Hey, why aren't you drinking?"

After the man drank the wine, he saw his companion across from him holding the glass blankly, his hand trembling, his eyes fixed on him with fear.

"What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

He smiled, and following his companion's gaze, reached up to touch his face.

The moment he touched it, he sensed something was wrong. His normally rough, thick beard, which resembled a brush, had somehow become smooth and lustrous…

Is a young sissy here...?

He was a little drunk and was still thinking about unhealthy things.

laugh!

Before he could fully savor the feeling, suddenly, with a snap, his head was also turned back.

Behind him was a woman with disheveled hair. She had a beautiful figure with a slender waist and long legs, but her face was a shattered one, as if it had been smashed by something!

Fortunately, the servant no longer felt fear...

.

"Ghost!!!"

Another disciple was so frightened that he wet himself. The slight intoxication vanished instantly. He threw down his wine cup, overturned the wine pot, kicked over a chair, and scrambled out the door.

But soon, he couldn't shout anymore. A large clump of black, sticky, and damp hair was stuffed into his throat by someone.

"Mmm, mmm..."

He could only make faint whimpering sounds. A few strands of hair went down his throat into his esophagus. He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.

Immediately, a large amount of hair entered his trachea through his esophagus, and he immediately felt a suffocating sensation due to lack of oxygen.

Perhaps it was the fear of seeing the female ghost, or perhaps the tragic death of his companion ignited his will to survive.

He ran blindly, his steps unsteady, desperately pulling at his hair with his arms. This seemed to work a little, as some fresh air entered his lungs, and he immediately felt much better.

But just as he was about to celebrate, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move his arm, as if it had been grabbed by something.

He looked down at the place where his arms were being gripped; they were two women's arms. He lowered his head, his gaze trembling.

Click!

A blood-soaked, pale arm emerged from his shirt and crushed his neck…

The last thing he saw before he died was a pale, twisted, blood-soaked "woman" with long, black hair crawling out of his chest cavity, eating something...

... .....

... .....

"What the hell is all this noise in the middle of the night? Can't a person have some peace and quiet?" Although the noise from outside the door wasn't loud, Zhang Dongping's room was also near this alley, so the sounds of broken bowls and bottles and overturned tables and chairs still startled him.

"Master, what's wrong...?"

On the bed, a beautiful, naked concubine, still half-asleep, asked in a sweet voice.

"It's nothing, probably just those good-for-nothings causing trouble again while drinking. I'll go check it out!" Zhang Dongping touched his concubine's body, his heart burning with desire.

He decided to go out and check to prevent those good-for-nothings from getting drunk and starting a fight. Although this was the live goods area and some distance from the huts guarded by the inner disciples, if things got out of hand, the noise would inevitably get over there, and it wouldn't be good if an inner disciple blamed him.

He had just gotten up and was about to put on his clothes and shoes when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is the black market. I'm on night duty. My concubine was supposed to be resting at home. How did she end up on my bed in the black market? It's all so strange. Why is she here?

He paused in his dressing, turned around, and saw that the room was dark, with no moonlight and nothing in sight. All he could see was a woman with black hair covering her face, lying on his bed.

But his concubine clearly had short hair!

But before he could make a move, his black hair suddenly sprang up, completely enveloping him in the bed.

…....

With a creak, the door opened, and a "woman" with long, waist-length hair, completely naked, and contorted in pain slowly walked out...

……………

"what happened?"

In the darkness, Han Yi suddenly awoke with a start, his eyes widening abruptly. He had been concentrating on meditating on the Flying Dragon Technique's visualization diagram with his eyes closed, but the unexpected sound interrupted his thoughts.

It's around two or three in the morning, the darkest time of day, when people are usually quietest. But here, the black market is in complete chaos—terrified screams, frantic escapes, panicked crowds everywhere…

He quickly got up, put on his boots, lit the oil lamp, and the room was instantly brightened. He picked up a standard long knife and held it in his hand.

The icy, bone-chilling feel of the blade reassured him considerably.

This is a waist knife specially issued to inner disciples. Although it is not as good as his Xuan Tie sword, it is still a hundred-times-forged weapon, of excellent quality and quite expensive.

Call ~

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, the wick flickered, and the oil lamp was blown out again. Bang!

Another loud bang, and the door seemed to slam shut by the gust of wind.

Whoosh!

A flash of white appeared in the crack of the door, unnoticed by anyone.

Han Yi quickly gripped his waist knife, stood up, and walked over.

"I remember closing the door properly after I came in."

He touched the door bolt; there was an open padlock on it.

Han Yi pushed open the door, walked outside, and looked out towards the live goods area.

Something had happened over there, and everything was in complete chaos.

The sounds of crying, running, screaming, and howling faintly carried on the wind instantly changed his expression.

"Never mind that, let's gather everyone together first!"

Han Yi focused his energy, preparing to gather the outer disciples, quell the commotion, and find out the reason. He was completely unaware that a sinister white figure silently emerged from a corner of the room and slowly stood behind him.

The white image is of a woman with a terrifying face, a face shattered to the extreme.

She lowered her head, her long black hair fluttering even without wind, and her two twisted claws silently reached for Han Yi's back.

"No, we should leave the black market first and seek support outside!"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Han Yi turned around abruptly.

The white shadow vanished instantly, disappearing into the air like a bubble.

Han Yi rushed to the table where the account books were placed, put his waist knife on the table, and seemed to want to take a large number of account books and then make a quick getaway.

drifting away~

From somewhere, a white figure slowly emerged again...

.

"Die to me!!!"

Suddenly, Han Yi roared, his blood surging, and the bright light of his blade flowed like a clear spring in the darkness. He turned the blade and slashed down at the white figure.

A sudden, unexpected strike is impossible for anyone to dodge!

But unfortunately... his opponent was not human...

Chi!

He chopped the wooden clothes rack that was blocking the view in one stroke, and the back of a chair was also cut in two with the same stroke.

The white figure vanished in an instant; such speed is beyond the capabilities of any movement technique…

boom!

The door that Han Yi had just opened was slammed shut again for some reason. "Trying to trap us like turtles in a jar..."

Han Yi snorted coldly, sheathed his sword expressionlessly, and observed his surroundings.

hiss…...

Suddenly, a sound of hair rubbing against each other came from the corner of the room, like a large amount of hair tangled together and then rubbing against the surface of wood.

Han Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a blurry white figure emerging from the wardrobe in the darkness.

The room was pitch black, and he couldn't see what was on the other side, but he could vaguely make out that it was a graceful woman with long hair reaching her waist, dressed in white.

"That is..."

Han Yi's eyes narrowed, and he became fully alert.