Chapter 212 - The Body Decays
Chapter 212 of "Journey to the End of the Night" starts revealing the story: The sudden change, the unprepared severe injury.Even though Baili An had long known that this... Donât miss it!
The sudden change, the unprepared severe injury.
Even though Baili An had long known that this little girl was no longer human, he had always thought that this frail and pitiful little girl was forced to stay by his side.
But he never expected such a change to occur.
Her soft tongue was able to pierce through his corpse demon body in an instant.
Baili Anâs pupils trembled as he looked down at the crimson tongue that had pierced through his chest.
He was deeply shocked, seeming unable to bear the immense pain.
He furrowed his brows tightly and groaned, blood spilling from his mouth.
His body shook fiercely, and he fell to his knees, no longer able to hold onto the old ghostâs wrist.
âCough, cough, coughâŚâ Baili An covered his mouth with one hand, blood spurting as he coughed, terror and despair filling his eyes with a lifeless, ashen hue.
The old ghost on the ground slowly got up, his skin forcibly peeled away, viscous flesh and blood dripping from his body.
The air was filled with a foul and pungent stench.
Now it was the old ghostâs turn to look down at him.
There was a mocking smile in his eyes, and his ghastly green pupils swirled.
âIâve told you, donât meddle in other peopleâs business.
The most fatal strike always comes from behind.â
Baili An gritted his teeth in pain as the crimson tongue continued to wiggle and push deeper into his chest.
A very long tongue, seemingly endless.
More perilously, the flesh of the tongue was covered with countless tiny, hook-like barbs.
The intense pain was extreme as it moved.
Blood gushed wildly, staining the crimson tongue even more ferociously gruesome.
Those tiny barbs seemed alive, like countless wriggling reptiles, devouring the blood that flowed from his body.
The scene was horrifying.
Baili An seemed terribly distressed and in pain as he raised his trembling hand and grasped tightly onto the long tongue, hearing the girlâs twisted and distorted laughter behind him.
Her tongue had been pulled out, extending deeply from her throat.
Apart from the smell of blood, there was also a strong scent of an old person.
Despite having the appearance of a girl, she exuded the rotten aura of decay.
Baili An struggled to speak, âIn Immortal City, your kind run rampant, arenât you afraid of Empressâs severe punishment?â
The old ghost paused for a moment, then sneered viciously, âBefore Xianling City was founded, this place was surrounded by Ghost Mountain, a land of Chaotic Netherworld.
The Empress used strands of black hair to suppress the Yin ghosts of the mountains.
People only know this as a city of the Mortal World, but they do not know that beneath Immortal City lies three thousand Fierce Ghosts!
With just a strand of hair, the Empress suppresses these three thousand Fierce Ghosts from causing havoc, and beneath the Inner City, beneath the land that shines unbearably bright as Immortal City, lies Ghost Mountain suspended in the abyss!
Those supremely sinister Evil Gods dare not act recklessly under the Empressâs leftover might.
Her great virtue is generous to the lesser ghosts within the Outer City; do you really think that tonightâs deeds are unknown to the Empress?â
As if to completely break Baili Anâs faith and persistence, the old ghost, his skinless face pressing forward, overwhelmed him with the suffocating stench of decaying flesh.
He grabbed Baili Anâs hair with his bloody, fleshly hand, forcing his head up.
The old ghost shrieked sharply, âTonight, the Ghost Sect is open by the gracious blessing of the Empress, who awards us this blood feast.â
He gripped fiercely, yanking Baili Anâs head ruthlessly to his own face, his featureless face grotesque, his dim green eyes shimmering with a devouring light.
âYou and I are both dark ghostly beings, merely wearing a nice skin and a handsome face.
Wearing this pretty human mask, do you really think youâre human?
This nature of yours, wanting to save everyone you see, will only make you sink faster into the darkness.â
Baili Anâs pupils trembled as he looked into those deep, dark-green eyes, suddenly noticing something off about them.
It seemed that in the depths of these pupils, he could see something deeper.
This old ghost!
âCorrect!
You guessed right!â the old ghost, understanding Baili Anâs gaze, let out a hoarse, deep laugh.
âMy eyes are a heavenly gift, capable of seeing things that neither commoners nor most cultivators can see.â
Baili Anâs gaze darkened slightly, âAre you saying that this skin⌠doesnât belong to me?â
The old ghost sneered disdainfully, his green pupils curiously examining him.
âThe body is already dead, it is a corpse, just covered with a new layer of skin.
Itâs funny, the person is already dead, why still deliberately conceal their true face?
Surely the skin underneath is like mine, crimson and ugly.â
The thin clouds above moved, covering the bleak moonlight with a haze, lingering in the weak alley light as it started to fade.
Baili Anâs pale face dimmed in the shifting light and shadow, even the old ghostâs eyes losing their capture for a moment.
Only his voice continued to rise in the dark night, a trace of chill.
âIt seems you value your eyes very much, butââ
His speech paused slightly, and the old ghost suddenly felt an illusion of dignity overwhelming him like a sea.
An involuntary reverence arose in him, holding his breath, his body involuntarily emanating a faint feeling of pain.
The thin clouds dispersed quickly, faint moonlight once again casting Baili Anâs handsome face.
He was smiling.
His smile was tranquil, his hand gesture gently lifting, quite casually waving away the ghost hand that had been tugging at his hair.
The old ghost suddenly realized that, unknowingly, he had become completely weak, his hand easily pushed away without being able to channel even a bit of yin energy.
The shock and terror that had been in the boyâs eyes had receded like water, leaving only a serenity as profound as the ocean.
His pupils trembled as he glanced at the boyâs chest, the fatal blood wound had, unknown when, already stopped bleeding.
And the very tongue that seemed so painfully grasped had wilted like a blood-red cloth strip within his palm.
Through his palm, a faint gold light could be seen seeping out.
The tongue had come out long enough that Baili An easily pulled it out from his own chest.
Corpse demons feel pain, especially when wounded by a fellow Yin ghost, the pain is even more extraordinary than what ordinary people suffer.
But there was no sign of the pain and shock from the ambush on Baili Anâs face now.
His movements were composed, as if he had merely pulled a handkerchief from within his clothing.
The long tongue lay on the ground, weak and limp, occasionally twitching strugglingly, its silver hooks on the tongue standing up as if in resistance, attempting to stab his palm.
But for Baili An, these sharp barbs were as soft as dandelions.
Had he not deliberately revealed a flaw to him just now, merely this ghostly tongue could not have pierced his body.
The old ghostâs eyes widened, watching as the wound on his chest healed at a startling speed, and in moments, the chest was smooth and intact, without a scar.
Baili An looked at the old ghost calmly and said, âIt seems you really donât like your own tongue, preferring to hide it elsewhere rather than keeping it peacefully in your mouth.â