Chapter 349 - Good Fellow
Chapter 349 of "Journey to the End of the Night" starts revealing the story: Baili An felt his heart, liver, and gallbladder turn cold.This teasing name of Jing Sister... Donât miss it!
Baili An felt his heart, liver, and gallbladder turn cold.
This teasing name of Jing Sister might pass as a joke here, but if the actual person heard it, wouldnât they hang and whip Jiujiu?
âWould you calm down?
It was just Fang Geyu cracking jokes earlier, donât take it seriously.
Actually, I amâŚâ
âHeheheâŚâ Li Jiujiu wasnât listening at all, hurling herself forward and forcefully pushing both of them to the ground, causing Fang Geyuâs cup of wine to spill.
âStill making excuses, hah?
I saw everything clear as day.
Fang Geyu was about to take your clothes off, Jing Sister.
Hehehe, if I had arrived a moment later, you wouldâve ended up just like my little An.â
Baili An and Fang Geyu both widened their eyes in disbelief and exclaimed in unison, âWhat did you do?!â
Li Jiujiu struck a pose, her eyes mischievously smiling, one hand by her mouth, and she crooked her finger at them, whispering, âIâll tell you a secret, okay?
Little An may be thin, but heâs got abs, oh so tempting.
When I carried him back earlier, his clothes were all wet, so I took them off and couldnât resist secretly touching him, hehehe~ the feel was truly nice.â
What an accomplice!
Indeed worthy of being a good friend!
While Fang Geyu was playfully messing with him over here, Jiujiu took the liberty to assault his body next door.
I mean, his body was ice-cold, completely unconscious.
Didnât that give you the creepy feeling of playing with a corpse?
So gross!
Oh, thatâs way too heavy, Miss Jiujiu!
Seeing the two of them dumbstruck, Li Jiujiu became even more proud, raising her eyebrows in a âyouâre still so young and naiveâ manner, shaking her head, âI really donât understand what you two little sisters are thinking, liking girls instead of a young man like little An.â
Baili An had the intuition that drunk Miss Jiujiu was about to say something awful.
He got up, trying to stop her, but Li Jiujiuâs hands pressed him back down without question, her eyebrows raised, âStop it!
I want to whisper something to Geyu!
Youâre not allowed to listen.â
Fang Geyu leaned forward, confusion written all over her face.
Li Jiujiu chuckled hehe, leaning to whisper some naughty secrets into her ear.
Those whispers were supposed to be hushed, but under the influence of alcohol, her voice wasnât concealed in the slightest.
After hearing a few sentences, Baili Anâs face darkened, âJiujiu, you shouldnât talk about those things in such detailâŚâ
Fang Geyu covered her cheeks with both hands, her face flushed red, looking at Baili An with astonishment.
Puffed with alcohol fumes, Li Jiujiu was in high spirits, but suddenly she looked crestfallen and turned to Fang Geyu to complain, âItâs lucky that your rouge was fed to Jing Sister.
I was thinking of having a good time with little An, but guess what I saw?â
âWhat?â asked Fang Geyu.
Li Jiujiu was annoyed, âI donât know which damned person hurt my little An, as if wanting to make sure the actual person knew, they maliciously left a lipstick mark on him, outrageous!â
Fang Geyu nearly burrowed her head into the ground in embarrassment.
A hotpot meal had turned into something incredibly thrilling.
After finally pacifying the two little masters, Baili An managed to get the two drunken figures onto the bed.
He brewed a pot of hangover soup, heated it on a low flame by the bed, then hurried out to fetch water.
The Netherworld ghost ship seemed unaffected by the spatial constraints within the small Lethean River.
The River of Life and Death in the Netherworld within the small Lethean River spanned three hundred li in width.
Numerous spatial displacements existed within, resembling a complex web of intertwined, winding river paths.
Ordinary ghost ships traversing the river would inevitably take many unnecessary detours, possibly even circling back on themselves.
As such, in several daysâ time, Ghost Langâs ship had only traveled about ten li.
However, the Netherworld ghost ship was the most unique, housing numerous Artifact Spirits to guide the way, finding the most straightforward and convenient route.
Overnight, Baili An successfully reached the riverbank.
Fang Geyu and Li Jiujiu also woke from their drunken stupor, had the hangover soup, and both seemed ashamed of last nightâs events.
They both kept their heads down in silence, not looking at each other.
The blood-clad female ghost finished playing the lute, giving Baili An a slight smile before transforming, along with the Painted Boat, into a tiny walnut that landed in Baili Anâs palm.
Baili An smiled knowingly and pocketed the walnut, turning to take in the somber landscape of Ghost Mountain Second Realm.
There was still no sign of Ghost Langâs ship approaching the riverbank.
Baili An couldnât detect its location on the river and wasnât interested in Ghost Lang for the time being; he was more concerned about his ârabbit.â
With a photographic memory, he had familiarized himself with about eighty percent of the geographical environment of the Ghost Mountain Second Realm within Yin Bai Shuangâs chess realm.
Although more perilous than the First Realm, the Second Realmâs geography was not as boundlessly vast.
Identifying a direction, Baili An led the two women deep into the forest of the Second Realm.
The temperature in Ghost Mountain Second Realm was even colder than the First; without daylight or brightness, only the perpetual darkness of night enveloped this world.
The coldness, as chilling as lake water, seemed to penetrate everywhere.
The wind here was light, yet the frosty sharpness within it left clear traces across the earth and tree trunks.
There was a sense of foreboding everywhere.
Snowflakes like fine dust fell from the sky, and beyond the horizon lay dense forests covered by wind and snow.
Secluded paths hidden within the dark forest hinted at a terrifying serenity.
A gust of icy wind blew.
Baili An suddenly felt cold and his fingers stiffly touched the injury on his shoulder.
For some reason, knowing that Su Jingâs body also feared the cold oddly brought him some peace and comfort.
He took a Jade Flute from his body, hid it in his sleeve, and carried the Emotion Slayer Sword, which had not yet made its presence known.
It was very quiet here, but occasionally, one could sense a bloodthirsty, powerful presence in the vicinity, as though wishing to compress this small world into countless spaces.
Baili An walked lightly, his intuition spot on.
He didnât hesitate or waver in choosing his path.
This intuition was inexplicable, as if somewhere in the darkness, he could sense where his rabbit was.
Between them seemed to hang an invisible red thread, faintly letting him feel the frequency of the otherâs heartbeat and the flow of their soul.
In this darkness, he and the othersâlike Fang Geyu and Li Jiujiuâwere like fireflies that had blundered into a realm of shadows, conspicuous and vulnerable.
The monsters hidden within the darkness wonât allow the tiny fireflies to witness the daylight or their dark silhouettes, yet somehow, those monsters seemed to be warily holding back.
Perhaps it was the Jade Flute hidden in his sleeve.
Or the Emotion Slayer Sword, unimaginable to the world.
Or maybe it was something else.
So they lurked, emitting formidable auras in their probing, yet made no tangible moves.