Chapter 68

As the petals of the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

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Zhen Bao stealthily approached, watching as the two men each extended a hand, their thumbs pressing into the child's Huiyang acupoint, while the other hand bent to press on the child's abdomen. The faces of the monks were filled with ecstasy, as if they had soared to the heavens, oblivious to the year and the night.

Zhen Bao crept to within a few feet behind the two men, not making a sound, and then lunged forward, his dagger thrusting fiercely into A莫赖's back...

"Swish!"

A莫赖, lost in his pleasure, surrounded by three or four controlled children, had no idea someone was sneaking up on him. The dagger pierced straight into his neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain!

"Hisss~!"

He turned around in a panic, clutching his neck, trying to shout, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat! He wanted to fight back, but as the hot blood gushed out, he felt his strength and life draining away. Fear and panic overwhelmed him, and he could only futilely press on the wound... and press on... but it was useless!

At the moment the dagger was thrust, Zhen Bao used the momentum to leap into the air and kick Hutur. The leap was high, and his foot aimed directly at Hutur's face—

Thrust, leap, kick, shout... Hutur, hearing A莫赖's cry, turned his face just in time to be hit squarely in the face by the kick!

He and the child fell to the ground together!

Zhen Bao landed on the ground and, without a second thought, pounced on Hutur!

Hutur reacted quickly, and as he fell, he immediately punched the attacker. Zhen Bao, who was about to attack, was hit hard in the chest by the fist, which felt like being struck by an iron hammer, and he was momentarily stunned!

Before he could catch his breath, another punch flew at him!

Zhen Bao, feeling weak, couldn't resist and leaned back to dodge, but the punch was like a gale, knocking him backward and sending him sprawling next to the body!

Hutur, shouting incomprehensible words, covered his face with one hand and tried to stand up with the other. Just as he lifted his body, he felt a pull in his lower abdomen—his member was still inside the child!

In such a compromising position, a normal person would be terrified, but some people become even more aroused by the thrill... The mushroom-like part of his member had swollen to an unbelievable size.

It was stuck inside and couldn't be pulled out!

With most of it outside and the mushroom part stuck inside, the pain was excruciating, and Hutur's body convulsed uncontrollably!

Suddenly, he felt a chill!

Then, a wave of intense pain surged from his lower body!

Hutur heard a thud, and the child in front of him fell to the ground. Blood was gushing from his lower body like a waterfall!

What...?

He didn't understand why, and his vision went black!

Thud!

Huff—Huff—

Zhen Bao stood up, looking at the fallen Hutur. He felt as if all his strength was being drained, but the excitement and thrill of his first kill still coursed through his veins, making his breath hot and his body feverish, and he couldn't stop trembling!

The strong man's lower body was a bloody mess, his member severed, and A莫赖, his eyes rolling back, fell to the ground with a thud, his legs twitching and then going still...

Dead? Dead!

In a normal fight, four or five Zhen Baos wouldn't be a match for the two, but this time, the sudden attack caught them off guard, and the two men, lost in their pleasure, were killed by this teenager. It was a fitting end for their evil deeds!

There were four children in total, different from those in the pile of rocks. Although they didn't interact much, Zhen Bao had seen them before. He rested for a moment and thought, "It seems they can't see me, just as I suspected..."

He didn't think much about why the disciples couldn't see him, but he felt a difference from ordinary people for the first time—the seed, the seed was beginning to take root in his heart...

Zhen Bao carefully examined the three souls and seven spirits of the four people and found that the disciples' bodies only contained one soul and three spirits, the other two souls and three spirits were missing. He picked up the bell from the monk's clothes and found that it contained over a dozen isolated spirits!

He immediately recalled what Baoyue had said:

"The three souls and seven spirits reside in the human body. The three souls are the spirit, which is the human's consciousness; the seven spirits are the essence, which is the human's strength. When the three souls and seven spirits leave the body, they become ghosts. Strong souls make strong ghosts, capable of causing ghostly phenomena like ghost walls, ghost blindness, and ghost possession. The cold, movement, and wind caused by ghosts are due to the power of the spirits. Controlling the souls and spirits can make people do your bidding, but this is just a rumor. No one in a thousand years has been able to separate and control souls and spirits. Some evil practices can control one or two, but controlling many at once is impossible!"

Now it was clear that the souls and spirits of these twenty disciples had been separated!

Zhen Bao counted the spirits and found there were eleven. There were originally eighteen people in the mountain, minus Baihe, Ding Qi, Zhao Feng, himself, the dead Huang Datong, and the escaped Miao Shuang and Miao Feng, leaving eleven. Among the eight laborers, Ma Dadi was dead, Du Laoer was poisoned, the hanging corpse, and the two who followed Baihe, leaving two.

Of the thirteen, only eleven spirits remained, so the other two laborers' bodies must be hanging on the mountain path...

Of course, Kong Feng was not included.

Seeing the four children motionless, Zhen Bao had the intention to save them. He hastily dressed the two men and then struggled to carry the four children to a nearby pit, tying them securely with vines and covering them with dead branches and leaves, hoping they wouldn't be summoned by the bell.

Zhen Bao, being a child, took some time to finish these tasks. Just as he was about to go and clean up the two bodies, a chill ran down his spine, and a cold wind blew from behind him!

He didn't dare to hesitate and immediately rolled away, landing a few feet away!

He then saw two bloodied figures with curled horns and strange faces standing behind him—none other than the dead Hutur and A莫赖, now ghosts!

Zhen Bao was about to attack when he saw several people emerge from the bushes!

There were seven in total, six of whom looked like the two dead men, while the last one wore a red robe and a tall hat, resembling a white elephant he had seen before, but he was emaciated and tall, like a starving ghost.

His eyes were filled with a black mist, making them blurry and hard to see clearly!

The tall monk raised his hand and frowned, saying, "Did you kill Hutur and A莫赖?" As he spoke, a cold wind swept through, and the night sky was filled with the wails of ghosts!

Zhen Bao's heart raced, but he didn't back down, nodding angrily, "Yes."

At this, the six men immediately moved to attack, but the tall monk, displeased, grunted, and they reluctantly stepped back, glaring at Zhen Bao—Zhen Bao realized this was the leader and decided to be extra cautious.

"Is that so!" The tall monk nodded. "They were not skilled enough and were killed by a mere child. They deserved their fate. Even if they hadn't died, losing face like this, I would have killed them anyway..."

Zhen Bao didn't understand what "losing face" meant—whether it was the abuse of children or their death at his hands. Looking at the bodies, he suddenly understood—the monk's robe was long, like a woman's skirt, covering their lower bodies and even the pants that had fallen off...

It seemed the tall monk thought Zhen Bao had killed them both alone, which was why he said they had "lost face"!

The monk then asked, "You are young and don't seem to be a disciple of the Five Wheel Sect's Plum Blossom Master. Are you a third-generation disciple?" He looked wistful. "Plum Blossom Master is indeed famous. To have such a talented grand-disciple is truly admirable! If I were not his match, we could share a drink and discuss the mysteries of the universe, a great pleasure in life!"

Zhen Bao, however, was not listening, his eyes darting around, looking for a way to escape. The disciples had surrounded him, leaving only the southwest cliff as a way out, which was impossible. He suddenly thought:

"Rather than become one of those undead, I'd rather fight and maybe find a way out!" He decided and secretly took out the dagger from his waist...

Just as he got the dagger, the ghosts of Hutur and A莫赖 let out a mournful cry, and the bell in his pocket started to ring!

Everyone's eyes turned to him!

Zhen Bao's heart sank, slapping himself mentally: "How could I be so foolish, forgetting that the dagger was what killed them..." He was frustrated but had no choice, repeatedly asking himself, "What to do? What to do?"

The tall monk, seeing the ghosts but not understanding, looked at Zhen Bao and the dagger in his hand and instantly guessed his plan. He laughed, "You are a promising student. If you were under my tutelage, you would shine. Unfortunately, you killed my disciples, and I cannot let you live. I truly regret this!"

He sighed, "Catch him, and I will take his soul!"

The six monks, who had been waiting impatiently, were delighted and shouted, "Yes!" They rushed forward, their faces twisted in rage, like a group of demons, ready to tear Zhen Bao apart!

"Alas!" Zhen Bao lamented, but he had no choice but to charge forward.

PS: Recommend the book "Shen Dou Qian Kun," a new work by a new author. Give it a try if you have time.

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