Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1255 - 820: Child in the Coffin (Part 2)

It actually didn’t lead to the little ghost going berserk. On the contrary, after Shou drank his blood, the two of them became even more affectionate.

Originally, he was entrusted by his mother to take care of Shou, but gradually, the little creature seemed to listen to him more than to his mother.

Later, when Ying Ji learned about this, she was quite surprised. However, seeing Shou without any anomalies, she let them continue together.

After Shou jumped out of the Yin Coffin, instead of rushing to suck blood, it hopped around Baili An, appearing very joyful.

Baili An patted its fat head with three tufts of hair, the feeling as icy cold as always. He apologized, saying, "Sorry, Shou, my father has been too strict with me. After my mother left, there’s no one to cover your presence, so I truly couldn’t let you out."

The little plump kid grinned foolishly and shook his chubby head, indicating he didn’t mind at all.

Baili An chuckled, and squeezed the bitten fingertip hard. Fresh blood gushed out, while the little plump child’s eyes flickered with excitement.

He brought his finger to the little plump child’s mouth, smiling foolishly as well, "Go ahead, this time eat to your fill. One finger’s not enough, then two; if two’s not enough, I’ll give you all ten fingers to bite and bleed."

The little plump child delightfully held his finger and finally stopped being reserved, sucking forcefully. His chubby face instantly showed a look of extreme satisfaction and intoxication.

Whenever Baili An saw such exaggerated expressions, he couldn’t help but feel very curious.

Is his blood really that tasty?

Once his mother was surprisingly generous, letting out a finger’s worth of blood. His mother was a Tribulation Realm expert; her fresh blood should be immensely nourishing for such yin creatures.

Yet, after drinking his blood, the little creature showed only a disinterested look when drinking his mother’s blood, making her furious.

Sometimes, Baili An curiously sucked on his own wound, finding only a metallic bloody taste, nothing special.

But the little plump child was quite considerate, not biting his other fingers, stopping and licking his wound with his saliva, and the scar healed completely.

Baili An’s head felt a bit dizzy; after all, it was his vital energy and blood being drained, affecting his body.

However, Baili An knew that a well-fed Shou was remarkably powerful.

Equivalent to a human at the sixth rank Seeking Tao Realm, plus it was adept at concealing its presence.

Not to mention the other four cultivators in the inn, even the pig demon might not be able to see it.

With its help, dealing with the pig demon should become significantly less dangerous.

Baili An squatted, grabbing the excitedly rolling little plump child on the ground, smiled and said, "Shou, I’ve run into trouble, and this time I need your help."

Having spent many years together, Shou naturally understood Baili An’s words.

The rolling body instantly stopped; Shou crouched low, its face fierce, baring its teeth, alert to its surroundings.

The expression seemed to say, ’Who dares to bully you, I’ll eat him alive!’

Baili An flicked its forehead, saying, "Don’t be so tense, the bullies aren’t here. I left Bai Tuo Mountain and came to this small place called Beiliao Town. There’s a pig demon that specializes in abducting the women here, and it has set up a barrier; I can’t escape. When the pig demon shows up, I’ll need your help."

Shou understood, stood upright, and patted its chest, indicating that this matter was on it.

Baili An’s expression suddenly became serious, "However, that pig demon possesses seventh rank Seeking Tao Realm power; you probably aren’t its match.

When the time comes, don’t risk your life just assist, plus there are four cultivators at the Seeking Tao Realm in this inn, though they can’t see, you still must hide your presence well."

Shou nodded repeatedly.

Baili An pondered for a moment, then said, "Having only your help is not completely secure. This matter concerns the lives of dozens, can’t be careless. Seems I need to refine a Hundred Netherworld Pill before the pig demon appears, Shou, you need to help me with the fire."

Upon hearing ’Hundred Netherworld Pill’, Shou’s face showed an exceptionally fearful expression, and it ran over, tugged at Baili An’s clothes, swinging back and forth, eyes pleading with worry.

Baili An patted its head again, comforting, "Don’t worry, it’s just for security. Unless it’s a critical moment, I won’t use the Hundred Netherworld Pill lightly."

Hearing this, Shou knew it couldn’t change his decision, reluctantly nodding its large head.

Seeing Shou agree, Baili An then took out several items from the Qiankun Bag.

A pitch-black Wind Yin Grass, a blood-red Spirit Stone, a dark small cauldron, and the roots and stems of some miscellaneous plants, the horn of a Demon Wolf, a multicolored Seven-colored Ganoderma, and a bottle of crimson liquid like blood contained in a crystal bottle.

The dark small cauldron is called the Qilin Cauldron, also left to him by his mother, and within this cauldron resides the soul of an Evil Qilin that was brutally dismembered and slain.

Later, it was subdued by Ying Ji’s ruthless methods, making it a treasured alchemy artifact of the Central Netherworld Dynasty.

It is more than sufficient for refining a Hundred Netherworld Pill.

He placed the Qilin Cauldron on the floor, first pouring the crimson liquid into the cauldron; that liquid is the juice extracted from the Yin Cry Grass.

Yin Cry Grass grows specifically on Yin Mountain, where yin energy is extremely concentrated. Its body is entirely emerald green, but at midnight, it turns blood-red and emits a ghostly wailing screech.

Although this grass is extremely useful, its juice must be extracted at the moment it changes from green to red to be used in alchemy. Otherwise, the resulting elixir often turns into a wasted pill.

However, the screech emitted by the Yin Cry Grass at midnight is enough to break one’s eardrums, causing death by bleeding.

Without a certain level of strength, it is difficult to harvest.

But this challenge is hardly a challenge for the cultivators of the Central Netherworld Dynasty.

Therefore, Baili An has a considerable stock of Yin Cry Grass juice.

After pouring the juice into the cauldron, Baili An cast a knowing glance at Shou.

Shou immediately understood, his cheeks puffing up like a frog, and he opened his mouth below the Qilin Cauldron.

A whoosh of emerald green flames erupted, forming a ball of green fire, resting precisely beneath the center of the cauldron’s legs, with no apparent fuel, yet burning spontaneously.

Stranger still, the second-floor wood floor showed no sign of charring under the flame’s burn.

Clearly, Shou had become quite adept at controlling this emerald green fire.

He emitted a breath of flame and then sealed his mouth; the ball of flame was enough to last a long time.

He simply sat obediently on the floor, his pudgy hands under his chin, watching Baili An’s movements like a good child.

Seeing the liquid in the cauldron boiling, Baili An quickly took the Blood-Red Crystal Stone, crushed it into powder, and added it to the cauldron. As the liquid deepened and churned, Baili An tossed in the remaining ingredients.

His hands moved swiftly, instilling streaks of light into the cauldron’s body, and the boiling liquid instantly stilled.

Baili An hurriedly said, "The fire is going out, more."

Shou obediently spat out two more clumps of fire.

Baili An pointed out streaks of light repeatedly, saying, "Refining the Hundred Netherworld Pill requires three days. Shou, set up a barrier in this room to prevent anyone from disturbing me."

Shou nodded with a smile.

With a wave of his pudgy hand, the barrier was set.

Three days later...

Zhao Baixun and the other two sat inside the hall, jittery, shaking their legs. He took a large gulp of poor-quality tea, and said disgruntledly, "I really don’t know what that little rascal is up to! Setting up a barrier in the room, three days have passed, and he still hasn’t shown up!"

Tie Yun smirked disdainfully, saying, "Perhaps he’s scared of the pig demon and set up the barrier to hide. What a coward!"

Li Fuyuan, while nibbling on a pig trotter he bought from outside, his mouth greasy, expressed concern, "What should we do? No one in this town dares to hold a wedding, and if the pig demon doesn’t show up, are we stuck here forever?"

Zhao Baixun’s eyes shone with a ruthless glint, "This is a blunder—the already married women in the town have all been abducted by the pig demon, not even sparing those newly wedded. Now, those waiting to be married dare not wed."

"What should we do..." Li Fuyuan lamented, taking another bite of the pig trotter.

Zhao Baixun looked at him with disdain, impatiently saying, "Stop wailing! That kid is smart, we can only wait for him to come out and see what he does."

Tie Yun sneered and said, "But that kid is acting like a turtle, who knows how long he’ll hide."

Zhao Baixun’s face was dark, as if struck by Han Shuang, silent and unspeaking...