I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 265 - 233: Battles Erupt Everywhere (Special Fan Event Thanks — ’Wang Rao’)
Wangshan City, outside the south gate.
Hua Qianmian ran gasping for breath, seeing the majority of the city walls ahead had collapsed, leaving only remnants, on the verge of falling.
Tiny snowflakes drifted down from the dark red sky, and the cold wind became increasingly biting.
"Damn it, are you even letting people live!"
Hua Qianmian cursed angrily, as the deep winter night was already cold, now with such a large earthquake and then the falling snow, if the little ones were trapped underneath, they would surely die!
A chilling wind blew, and the grand procession of ghosts carrying coffins had already caught up. Hua Qianmian scanned around; ghost coffin carriers were on both the west and east sides, some even climbing over the collapsed walls into the city.
"Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers, heed my command!"
A clear voice came from the south, and Hua Qianmian, using her agile qinggong, swiftly jumped onto a tree, gazing southward.
Amidst the many ghostly teams carrying coffins, there was a female Taoist priest wielding an iron sword, shaking a Dao Bell, with yellow talismans flying everywhere. Five ghostly shadows accompanied her, doing their utmost to block one of the coffins.
The ghostly coffin carriers were dispersed by the female Taoist. The yellow talismans covered the coffin, and the Five Ghosts appeared under the coffin, intending to take control of it and carry it away.
Hua Qianmian felt an extremely ominous aura; that coffin made her feel an eerie and bone-chilling fear from the depths of her soul.
"Thousand-faced God, save us, save us..."
The children’s pleading cries echoed relentlessly in her mind.
"What’s all the noise about, I’m coming!"
Hua Qianmian voiced her disdain, quickly descending from the tree and braced herself as she dashed into the city.
Southward.
Yao Zhen had just sensed someone behind her before they swiftly departed, leaving her to curse inwardly.
The coffin holding the Corpse Nest hovered in midair as the Five Ghosts struggled with the ghostly coffin carriers for control.
If not for the Corpse Nest already inside, the Five Ghosts would be instantly transferred into the coffin upon contact with the ghostly carriers, suppressed and unable to escape.
At this moment, the ghostly carriers touched the Five Ghosts, rendering them immobile.
Yao Zhen trembled uncontrollably, frost forming unnaturally on her body, while faint bloodlines connected her to the Five Ghosts.
The Five Ghosts continuously drained her lifeblood and soul power to maintain their forms, resisting the ghostly coffin carriers.
Her teeth chattered, her complexion was pale with dark shadows under her eyes, and her cheeks began to hollow, gradually resembling a depleted state.
The hardest to endure was her soul, suffering the extreme cold in the 4th Floor of Ming Cold Prison within the Ninth Floor of Nine Netherworld, constantly on the brink of death-like fear. This fear was the source of the Five Ghosts’ power.
Two voices began to emerge in Yao Zhen’s mind.
Leave, Yao Zhen, why care about these people’s lives or deaths? They don’t know you. If you don’t leave, you’ll die here, and after your soul will fall eternally into Nine Netherworld, becoming one among the Five Ghosts next time someone summons them!
Hold on a little longer, Yao Zhen. Think of Master; if you run back like this, Master will despise you, call you a coward, and say saving you was in vain!
"Master wouldn’t say that about me!"
The Five Ghosts’ hands gripped the coffin, forcibly pried open by the ghostly coffin carriers; their power waning, their forms flickered.
The ghostly coffin carriers regained control of the coffin, continuing on, drawing nearer to Wangshan City. The Corpse Nest sensed the scent of corpses, hitting the coffin lid more violently, trying to emerge.
Go, Yao Zhen, your life is the most important. These people have nothing to do with you.
Do you want to disappoint Master, Yao Zhen? Have you forgotten Master’s aspirations?
"All of you, shut up!"
Yao Zhen shouted, her body weakened and falling to her knees, watching helplessly as the coffin passed by her.
She was at a crucial life-or-death moment, almost entirely consumed by fear.
But it wasn’t enough. Yao Zhen’s body still trembled, and she closed her eyes, forcefully recalling the things that terrified her most from childhood to now.
At eight, her family was all dead, leaving only her.
With a birthmark on her face, everyone said she was reborn from an Evil Ghost, claiming she caused her family’s death.
They threw stones at her, tied her up, and followed some dubious method, slashed her neck to bleed, leaving her in the wheat field as a sacrifice to the Wheat Evil, praying for a good harvest.
The bleeding, the torment of trying to live without breaking free from the ropes, desperately crying for help, only hearing malicious laughter. The agony of countless needles piercing her body was the greatest fear in Yao Zhen’s heart over the years.
So, Yao Zhen, people are the most wicked in this world, more malicious than ghosts. What are you doing? Why risk your life to save those inherently evil ones?
