Chapter 369 - Rage (2/2)

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You freaking stared at it all day just to measure its temperature?

“Forget it, I think we can only ask that ball of energy for Little Black’s and Yu Hong’s whereabouts.” Lonemoon conjured a defensive array to protect themselves. “Chef, undo the chains.”

Yi QIng nodded curtly. With a flick of his wrist, the golden chains containing the grievous energy disappeared. The grievous exploded at once, expanding to fill the surroundings extremely quickly. A human silhouette appeared in the middle. There was indeed a soul contained inside.

“Who exactly are you?” Lonemoon asked in a low voice.

The ball of grievous energy gave no reply. Instead, it screamed once again – a shrill and piercing scream just like the one before. It rushed toward Lonemoon and Chef, but was stopped by the immortal Qi around them.

“The grievous energy in its body is too rich. Its sanity and consciousness have been overcome by all the grievous energy,” Yi Qing said. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t understand you even if its soul is still there.”

Lonemoon frowned and looked at the crazy figure which was still crazily charging at the two of them. Suddenly, he recalled something and turned to Yi Qing. He said, “Chef, go to where Chengyu is and get Little Shortie over.”

Yi Qing paused, suddenly understanding what Lonemoon was intending to do. He turned right and flew out. A moment later, he returned with Little Shortie in tow. She was the Meng Po who governed the River of Forgetfulness. She would know best about souls.

“Little Shortie, do you have any way to get rid of all of this grievous energy so that this soul can regain its sanity?” Lonemoon asked, pointing to the ball of grievous energy.

“I could do that,” Little Shortie answered, nodding. “But the grievous energy was born out of his own soul. Even if I can remove it for awhile, his soul will continue to produce grievous energy if his grievances have not been resolved.”

“I understand that.” Lonemoon was more concerned with finding Yu Hong and Little Black. “Just get rid of it for now.”

“Alright!” Little Shortie nodded. She stepped forward, reached out and opened her palms toward the grievous energy. A soft golden glow appeared around her hands. Once the glow appeared, the grievous energy around the grey figure began to melt away like ice. Moments later, the grievous energy was completely gone. The figure that was inside the grievous energy became clearer. He was dressed in a green robe and looked no more than 20 years old. A youthful man who looked a bit like a nerd. He looked completely harmless.

The man opened his eyes, looking faintly confused. When he spotted the woman whose hands were glowing, he paled. He screamed, “Ghost!!!!”

As he screamed, he covered his ears and shook his head. In a flash, he ran to the table and hid underneath it, trembling incessantly. All that could be seen was his behind.

Yi Qing: “…”

Lonemoon, “…”

Meng Po: “…”

Crazy! Who was the real ghost over here! Was he trying to be funny?

Even Shen Ying, who had been chewing on her fruits, stopped eating to look underneath her table at the young man trembling there. She dropped her hand holding the fruit, frowning. Then, she grabbed the man by the collar and pushed him onto the table. It was then that she picked up her fruit from the floor.

Huh?

The man hesitated and glanced at the woman who was wiping the fruit from the floor on her robe. She was about to bite down on the fruit when he asked, “… Miss?” After some thought, he realised that ghosts would not be able to eat. So… “You’re not a ghost?”

“Of course we aren’t!” Lonemoon replied, frowning. He snatched the fruit from Shen Ying’s hand and glared at her. “Get another one!” She didn’t even know how to wash her fruit before she ate it – how lazy! Lonemoon tossed the fruit to Yi Qing and turned back to address the male ghost. “You are the ghost.” Lonemoon

“What? That’s impossible, I’m clearly a…” The ghost started after he looked down at his body. Then, he screamed. “Ah!”

He looked as though he had gotten the shock of his lifetime. His eyes rolled back, and his entire body swayed. The man looked like he was going to pass out at any moment. Afterall, he was a soul – there was no way he would actually pass out. All he could do was keep screaming and running around the rear hall in a panic.

Indeed, he was one timid ghost.