49 Jiu Xiao Huan Pei 1 (1/2)
Hariti was like a ghost in the sewer.
Blood mixed in with the poison boiling in her chest, the pain fueling her excitement.
The formless ghosts fed on all the blood available, becoming more powerful and violent. But in her eyes, they were as obedient as dogs.
As a deposit for her mission, the Easterners had given her medicine for the side effects, helping her to recover. It had been a long time since she felt so invincible.
Even if it wasn’t real, it was still intoxicating…
The more she walked, the more she could sense Bai Xi’s breath…it was a sweet coppery scent, and she moved in haste.
”Blessed Gift?” Intoxicated by the blood, Hariti suddenly uttered the Easterner’s descriptions and licked her lips. Something like a will-o’-the-wisp shone in her eyes.
It was such high quality blood. Even if it was sacrificed to Hyakume, it would be a high class offering…
Tiryagyoni’s music score gave her strength, but also a demon-like thirst. The thick scent of blood invaded her senses. For the creatures, the high of blood was stronger than any drug.
Drunk in the blood, she laughed maniacally as she conducted the formless ghosts, dragging her underlings from the corners and splitting them open.
The blood was so fragrant.
She reached out, skimming blood away from the cracked skull. It tasted so sweet on her tongue, but her movements suddenly froze.
The ground was shaking.
Dust flew in the air, unsettled by the sudden quaking.
They danced on the corpses, as if trying to escape. The entire tunnel quivered, but the trembling seemed to come from the ninth level under the Earth, shaking her senses.
Everything trembled, unsettling like furious wind. Lightning and thunder sounded.
It was as if electric light danced in the thundering clouds, split open by the wind.
The formless ghosts stopped listening. Frantically, they tried to shake off their shackles. Blood rose to Hariti’s face, almost spilling out.
She wailed, forcing the formless ghosts down, forcing them to follow her.
Then, she finally saw the source of the shaking.
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In the darkness, the youth knelt, hugging the unconscious girl.
As if something scary had latched onto his body, there was a low buzz from his lungs, like the howl of thunder and wind.
Mighty strength gathered in his body, turning his face pale. One could see the sparks of aether in his bulging veins.
The formless ghosts that had been wrapped around him were torn away by this strength, dissipating into the wind like smoke.
There seemed to be cold moonlight in his lowered eyes. The blood around him retreated with his breaths, forming a perfect circle.
And there was nothing else in the circle.
”The Shine of Holy Spirits?” Hariti froze, terror flashing through her eyes. Quickly, she discovered that it was not the music to call forth the Holy Spirit. It was not the magnificent music, praised by millions, like the legends said either.
It was hard to understand, but everyone knew what this pure and basic phenomenon was—an abnormality created by too much aether at once.
”F*ck.” Hariti stepped back.
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In the stillness, the youth seemed to wake from a long dream. He raised his eyes and looked Hariti. His eyes seemed to reflect moonlight—cold, quiet and empty.
Like a demon’s eyes, that gaze was full of nameless power. Just seeing it was enough to make one terrified, awestruck, and…insane!
It was silent, but under the gaze of those eyes, the wailing sounds muted. The writhing runes started drinking Hariti’s blood wildly, playing ”Tiryagyoni Prologue” in full force.
And so countless painful wails sounded once again. The Formless Ghosts began sucking on Hariti’s blood, growing even fiercer. It was obvious to the naked eye that Hariti’s body had withered. The immense pain was driving her crazy. Clutching her head, she screamed, ”Kill him! Kill him!”
Her teeth played a strange melody and the formless ghosts in the blood followed her command. They started shaking wildly, then expanding.
In the pungent metallic wind, the blood began to boil, and rushed toward the youth.