Chapter 16

They're all dead...

Thinking about this, Jiang Wei couldn't help but feel a wave of fear and dread—within just a few hours, hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers had been completely wiped out, their souls devoured entirely. If he hadn't left, he probably wouldn't have survived either.

"Brother Tree, what happened here just now?" Jiang Wei patted the tall sycamore tree beside him and asked.

The sycamore tree lazily swayed its branches: "What else could have happened? They were fighting, of course!"

As a plant ghost, the sycamore tree had no pity for the fighting animal ghosts. This wasn't because the sycamore tree was cruel, but rather because it couldn't find a reason to pity them. It's like how humans don't consider whether a tree feels pain when it's cut down.

"Who was fighting with whom?" Jiang Wei pressed.

"Hmm... I don't quite remember, let me think... " The recent battle had taken place right under the sycamore tree's nose, but it hadn't even bothered to look, just like humans wouldn't bother to watch ants fight. After thinking for a while, the sycamore tree finally recalled some details: "It seemed to be a group of tigers, leopards, and other such creatures fighting with human ghosts! The commotion was really loud, but after a short while, the human ghosts were all wiped out!" The sycamore tree thought for a moment and concluded that this was what had happened.

"Sure enough..." Jiang Wei had left the main force because he had sensed danger. What he still couldn't understand was whether those hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers were too stupid or too overconfident—invading another species' territory so brazenly without realizing the danger!

Jiang Wei might never know that it wasn't that the hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers were seeking death, but that they had been subconsciously influenced by a powerful being in the ghost world, leading them down a path of no return.

"Blame yourself, not others!" Despite the death of hundreds of thousands of his kind, Jiang Wei still felt a great deal of sorrow.

However, since entering the ghost world, Jiang Wei had become much more enlightened about life and death. As long as the true spirit wasn't extinguished, life and death were merely part of a cycle. So, although hundreds of thousands of his kind had died, Jiang Wei didn't feel too sad for them, only regretful that their current cycle had come to an end, and they had to start a new, unknown cycle.

After a moment of regret, Jiang Wei's attention was completely drawn to the equipment scattered on the ground: "So much equipment... leaving it here is such a waste!"

Animal ghosts generally didn't like to use equipment; they trusted their claws and teeth more. Of course, their body structures also made it difficult for them to use human ghost weapons. This equipment, abandoned in the forest, would likely go to waste since the animal ghosts were too lazy to pick it up.

Moreover, Jiang Wei realized that in the ghost world, the intelligence of animals was no less than that of human ghosts. These abandoned pieces of equipment, which the animals couldn't use, might be repurposed as "bait" to lure human ghosts.

The animals could simply scatter a few pieces of equipment on the forest paths and then hide nearby, waiting for human ghosts to come and take the "bait." It was easy to imagine that human ghosts entering the mountains in the future would face even more danger, and the chances of returning to the city alive would be even lower!

Suddenly, Jiang Wei's spirit was shaken—

"Bait!?"

Jiang Wei suddenly realized that he himself had already been a fish on the hook!

Jiang Wei shivered and looked around carefully. Not far from him, a small white tiger was looking at him with a mocking expression.

"Oh no!" Jiang Wei was startled and almost ran away, but he quickly regained his composure. "No, it doesn't seem like a trap!" If it were a trap, there wouldn't be just one tiger, and certainly not a small one.

In the next second, both Jiang Wei and the small white tiger had the same thought: "Alone?"

Looking at the two small ghost horns on the small white tiger's head, Jiang Wei felt a surge of courage: "I was just worrying about how to pass the Heavenly Wasteland Pavilion's test, and now I've encountered a small white tiger that's here to deliver its horns... If I miss such a great opportunity, I'll be letting down the great gift fate has given me!"

The small white tiger looked quite ethereal, suggesting that its soul strength wasn't very high, and its power wasn't very strong. Jiang Wei was confident that with his current strength, dealing with it would be no problem.

Not only was Jiang Wei confident, but the small white tiger was also full of confidence.

Tigers were the most elite hunters, and under equal soul strength, tiger ghosts could easily defeat human ghosts. Moreover, this small white tiger wasn't an ordinary tiger but a core disciple of "Heavenly Tiger Mountain," making it even stronger than an average tiger.

"This human ghost's soul strength is about the same as mine; killing him will be a piece of cake!" The small white tiger already considered Jiang Wei its prey.

Both Jiang Wei and the small white tiger had soul strengths equivalent to three times that of an ordinary human ghost. In terms of soul strength, they were evenly matched, each having about three times the strength of an ordinary human ghost. However, in terms of true combat power, both were far more formidable.

Jiang Wei had attained the Insight Realm, and even if his opponent was several times stronger, he could still fight. In equal strength, he was hard to match. The small white tiger, being a tiger, was naturally good at fighting, and as a core disciple of Heavenly Tiger Mountain, it had many combat techniques, making it far from simple.

"Didn't run!?" Both were full of confidence, and seeing the other not run, they immediately charged at each other with glee.

"Whoosh!"

Jiang Wei casually picked up a short knife from the ground and threw it at the small white tiger. The flying knife traced a nearly perfect trajectory and was in front of the small white tiger in an instant.

"What a mysterious trajectory!" The flying knife's path was so perfect that the small white tiger felt it couldn't dodge in any direction. Fortunately, the small white tiger was very strong and decisively leaped in one direction, barely avoiding it. "This human ghost..." An expert knows the skill of another at first sight; in one exchange, the small white tiger realized that Jiang Wei was no ordinary opponent and put away its contempt.

Jiang Wei was also greatly surprised—his flying knife's trajectory should have made it impossible to dodge, yet the small white tiger had managed to avoid it!

After one exchange, both became cautious. Jiang Wei even picked up a ghost armor from the ground and put it on, just in case.

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