Three Sins Against Heaven-Chapter 78 – Subtle awkwardness
Outside, the rain continued to fall, each drop striking a chord in Ghost Guest's heart.
He could only ask one question, so questioning Senior Brother was meaningless. He couldn't think of a way to break the impasse. Would Senior Brother tell him if he asked?
No, Senior Brother definitely wouldn't tell him. Since he chose to give Mark Ye this plan, it was impossible to reveal the method to break the impasse.
The rain outside was incessant, but inside, the silence was terrifying. Kenneth Yi stood by the window, lost in thought, seemingly forgetting Ghost Guest's presence entirely.
After a long silence, Ghost Guest spoke again, "My question is, between Mark Ye and me, who does Senior Brother value more?"
Kenneth Yi finally turned around, looking calmly at Ghost Guest, "I've answered this question since the first time you came here. Mark Ye has exceptional talent, and you have an exceptional temperament. Both are rare and equally important."
"Thank you, Senior Brother. I have no more questions." Ghost Guest clasped his hands in respect, as courteous as ever.
Kenneth Yi spoke gently, "I gave Mark Ye a plan and you an opportunity, treating both equally. I've thought of a way to break the impasse, but I can't tell you. You don't need to come here for a while. Once you've resolved this situation, come back with your questions."
After leaving the Jadeite Platform, Ghost Guest's expression gradually grew solemn.
He believed Senior Brother wasn't targeting him intentionally, and he held no resentment. He just couldn't figure out how to break the impasse or understand Senior Brother's purpose.
What was the opportunity that Senior Brother mentioned?
Lost in thought, Ghost Guest unconsciously walked towards the low Furnace Courtyard. It wasn't until he saw the hanging red lanterns that he snapped back to reality and sighed deeply.
Since coming to the Demonic Extreme Sect, only two places gave him peace: his own courtyard and here.
Ghost Guest placed fifty Spirit Stones in front of the Old Woman, clasped his hands in respect, and waited quietly outside the courtyard gate.
Fortunately, he didn't wait long this time. Once the Restriction was lifted, Ghost Guest didn't even glance at the unfamiliar cultivator coming out of the courtyard. He quickly entered the room and skillfully turned his head to cover the vacant-eyed woman with a blanket.
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Looking at the woman, Ghost Guest pushed all his questions aside and asked gently, "My name is Dylan Chen, do you remember me?"
Naturally, the woman didn't respond, only turning her head to look at Ghost Guest with emotionless eyes.
Ghost Guest knew the woman might have lost her mind, but he wasn't disappointed. He simply lay by the bed, quietly watching her. Just being able to look at her like this was enough for him.
It was then that Ghost Guest noticed faint marks on the woman's fair neck. Gently brushing aside her hair, he was instantly filled with rage.
Purple bruises in the shape of fingers, on both sides of her neck, clearly from being violently strangled. These were left by the previous cultivator.
The pleasures between men and women vary, and some have peculiar habits, which is normal. But to such an extent, he couldn't accept it.
"Sorry, I need to check your injuries." Ghost Guest gently lifted the blanket. The woman's delicate body seemed to carry an alluring magic, and just one glance made him blush and his mind wander.
Ghost Guest slapped himself hard, took a deep breath, and applied the Muscle Restoration Powder to the woman before quickly covering her with the blanket again, not daring to look further.
He then took out a few Rejuvenation Pills and placed them in the woman's mouth. But with her mind in disarray, she couldn't even swallow, so he had to use Spiritual Energy to dissolve the pills.
In the past, he never touched the woman when he came. Perhaps due to the contact during healing, he finally gathered the courage to stroke her smooth hair, speaking each word with determination, "I will find that person and kill him. As long as I'm here, no one can bully you."
When the hour was up, Ghost Guest reluctantly glanced at the woman before leaving.
The woman slowly turned her head, just as she had when Ghost Guest arrived, but in those empty eyes, there seemed to be a fleeting trace of emotion.
On Dusk Mountain, after reaching his courtyard, Ghost Guest's expression finally returned to calm as he passed through the Restriction and entered.
Little Tiger, knowing Ghost Guest would dine with them today, prepared many new dishes he had been experimenting with, constantly adding food to Ghost Guest's bowl.
Ghost Guest ate happily, at least it seemed that way. No matter what happened, he would never bring negative emotions to Little Tiger and the others.
Back in his room, Ghost Guest's mood grew heavy again. Whether it was Mark Ye's plan or the previous cultivator, his heart was filled with a murderous intent.
After sitting quietly on the bed for a moment, Ghost Guest took out a pile of Storage Bags and began to examine them carefully. These were the Storage Bags of the cultivators he had killed on the night of the mountain closure. Whoever killed them got their Storage Bags; it was an unspoken rule everyone followed.
After checking them, Ghost Guest's eyes shone brightly.
The harvest this time was substantial!
There were nearly six thousand Spirit Stones alone, not counting the pills and Magical Tools. No wonder the Law Enforcement Hall was so keen on assassination; nothing was faster for acquiring Spirit Stones than killing and looting.
The last Storage Bag belonged to John Wei. When Ghost Guest took out its contents, his expression turned peculiar.
It wasn't because of how many Spirit Stones John Wei had, but because of the dozens of women's undergarments, some even stained with strange marks.
He hadn't expected John Wei to have such a fetish. It seemed he often bullied the women of Dusk Mountain, relying on Jiang He as his backing, leaving those women likely too afraid to resist.
"My lord..."
Laura Jiang entered at some point, looking at the intimate garments beside Ghost Guest, equally shocked, her expression as strange as his, before blushing and running out.
Soon after, Laura returned, holding a white undergarment embroidered with a lotus flower. She handed it to Ghost Guest with her head lowered, her cheeks burning, her voice barely audible, "My lord, if you want this in the future, just tell me. Others' aren't good. If you really can't hold back, I... I can serve you."
Ghost Guest was stunned, instinctively taking it, then realizing, his expression unusually awkward. Only then did he notice he had forgotten to close the door in his earlier distraction, hurriedly explaining, "This isn't mine, it's John Wei's. The night before last, there was chaos on Dusk Mountain. I killed him and took his Storage Bag, just now checking what was inside."
Ghost Guest spoke quickly, using Spiritual Energy to turn the intimate garments to ash, then solemnly added, "It's really not mine."
Now, it was Laura's turn to feel awkward.
Laura looked at the white undergarment in Ghost Guest's hand, clutching her clothes tightly, her head lowered as if she wished to disappear into the ground.
Holding the white undergarment, Ghost Guest felt a bit at a loss. He could sense the lingering warmth and faint fragrance from it, clearly just taken off.
Even with his composure, he didn't know how to resolve this awkward situation. After hesitating for a moment, he handed the undergarment back to Laura.
"Uh, don't misunderstand, this is yours."
