Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night

Just as Zhao Liangcai and the Infant Spirit stared at each other in confusion.

Zhao Liangchen, who had deliberately fallen a few steps behind, also arrived at the doorway. He looked up and saw that what Zhao Liangcai was holding in his hand was not the Child Ghost he had raised, but a bloody Infant Spirit.

An Infant Spirit is formed from an infant killed in the womb. Strictly speaking, it should also be a type of Vengeful Spirit.

And the most ferocious kind.

Abandoned by its mother before it could be born, how deep must its resentment be?

Seeing Zhao Liangcai like this, his eyes immediately widened, and he let out a furious roar: "Let go immediately! That's an Infant Spirit!"

Infant Spirit?

Zhao Liangcai's pupils contracted. His mind had been blank for a moment, and the voice was like a heavy hammer striking him awake. The brief confusion instantly turned into intense fear, and a thousand words condensed into one:

"Fuck!"

He immediately threw the Ghost he was holding away and turned to run! As domineering as he arrived, he fled even more miserably.

The Infant Spirit also came to its senses at this moment. So you're afraid of me?

Since you're afraid of me, then I'm not afraid of you anymore!

Its small body flipped in mid-air, soaring towards the fleeing figure.

"Slash!"

Zhao Liangchen would not stand idly by. He formed a hand seal, and his bracelet lit up, instantly transforming into a flying sword. A Sword Light, like a rainbow, shot straight at the Infant Spirit.

Bang--

The Infant Spirit was struck directly by this rainbow sword light, pierced through the chest, and pinned to the wall behind it!

But the Infant Spirit's fearsome reputation was not without reason. It not only survived this sword strike, but it was seen gripping the blade with its small hands and pulling the flying sword out with a shing sound.

Blood splattered, and with its strange cry, the blood gushing from its wounds suddenly transformed into a Blood River, surging backward!

Zhao Liangcai had just reached the doorway when the Blood River behind him rapidly caught up, attempting to swallow him.

Zhao Liangchen grabbed Zhao Liangcai's shoulder and threw him backward. He picked up a talisman with his left hand and pushed it forward. Bang--

The rolling Blood River struck the talisman, flashed red, and exploded with a boom.

But it wasn't over yet. After the Blood River, the Infant Spirit's true form suddenly lunged out, covered in filthy blood, its face Ferocious.

"Slash!"

Zhao Liangchen shouted again. The flying sword, which had been dropped by the Infant Spirit, immediately lit up with Sword Light and flew back.

Hiss--

Blood light flashed again, and the Infant Spirit's small body was cut in two.

Killed.

Zhao Liangchen held the flying sword in his hand again, watching the light on the sword flicker, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

This Magical Artifact Flying Sword was stained with the Infant Spirit's blood, its spiritual light damaged. It would take considerable effort and materials to consecrate it anew.

Immediately, this heartache turned into anger, causing him to glare fiercely at Zhao Liangcai: "You idiot! How dare you!"

Zhao Liangcai, seeing the Infant Spirit dead, puffed out his chest and said sheepishly: "Wasn't I just seeing Gongsun Girl startled and too anxious..."

But Gongsun Rou didn't pay attention to his attempt to express loyalty. She saw Li Chu and Wang Longqi walking out from the next room and immediately went over.

"Gongsun Girl, are you alright?" Wang Longqi asked.

"I'm fine." Gongsun Rou shook her head. Seeing Wang Longqi limping, she asked, "Are you injured?"

"Heh heh, I was just fighting a ghost. In the end, Li Chu and I worked together to kill it," Wang Longqi said.

They paid me, Li Chu thought, forgiving Wang Longqi's shamelessness in his heart.

"Shameless." The five Little Ghosts said in unison.

They also floated out behind Li Chu, in a single file.

Seeing Zhao Liangchen over there, they quickly scurried over and hid behind Zhao Liangchen.

"These Little Ghosts..." Wang Longqi suddenly felt something was wrong and pointed at Zhao Liangchen.

Zhao Liangchen ignored him, quickly collected the Little Ghosts back into the Black Bottle, and then said in a deep voice: "This Building has big problems. We should leave first."

"Huh? Wasn't the ghost already killed?" Zhao Liangcai said reluctantly.

He and Wang Longcai had a bet, so he naturally didn't want to leave so easily.

Zhao Liangchen glared at him again and said: "The Yin Qi here is too dense. There are definitely more than two or three ghosts. Maybe there's one in every room!"

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

Li Chu wasn't surprised. As the night deepened, the Yin Qi here grew denser and denser; he had sensed it.

It was just a little strange because he couldn't sense the source of this Yin Qi, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

Wang Longqi looked back at the ring of Buildings. There were probably nearly a hundred rooms, big and small. If each room had a ghost, that would be over a hundred ghosts?

He swallowed and looked at Zhao Liangcai: "The bet is off. How about we leave together?"

Zhao Liangcai stiffened his neck. He wanted to say some harsh words, but he didn't dare to stay any longer. He said, "Since you regret it, I'll give you a chance."

Zhao Liangchen took the lead and walked downstairs.

The others followed closely behind him. Wang Longqi, due to his injured leg, walked the slowest. Li Chu slowed down to accompany him. Gongsun Rou wanted to get closer to Li Chu, so she also slowed down. The six people gradually split into two groups.

The three Zhao family members walked in front. Zhao Liangchen reminded them in a deep voice, "Be quiet. Don't startle them."

"Okay." Zhao Liangcai quickly nodded in agreement.

Before his voice landed, a withered and dark big face suddenly emerged from the door on his left.

"Ah—" Zhao Liangcai was startled by this sudden appearance, stumbled two steps, and crashed into the railing. His body folded, and he screamed as he fell down!

Fortunately, there was a net below, but the net had been there for decades and was no longer sturdy. Coupled with his obese body, it tore with a zi zi sound. He fell through the net and crashed to the ground with a peng.

This commotion was quite significant.

Zhao Liangchen formed a hand seal with his left hand and pointed it at the ghost's head. With his right hand, he directly sent a Fire Talisman flying out, hong--

The black-faced ghost that had poked its head out was engulfed in flames before it could even see what hit it, and it retreated back into the room.

When Zhao Liangchen looked back, his expression changed drastically!

All the tightly shut doors had begun to tremble. In the blink of an eye, more than ten ghosts emerged from the doors and walls, beginning to drift eerily.

Among these ghosts were withered and thin old men with pale faces and white hair, actors singing opera with yi yi ya ya sounds, blue-faced strongmen clad in armor, elegant female ghosts in the attire of the Previous Dynasty, and more non-humanoid ghosts. Their only commonality was that their cultivation was not low; none of them were Easy to Deal With!

Zhao Liangchen frowned deeply, grabbed Zhao Xiaomiao's arm, and leaped down, landing beside Zhao Liangcai.

Zhao Liangcai was still rolling on the ground in the broken net, crying out wu wu wa wa. Zhao Liangchen kicked him in the butt and shouted, "Stop yelling!"

Holding both of them in his hands, he moved swiftly towards the main entrance on the first floor, wanting to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible.

Just then, he suddenly heard a strange roar, and a colossus darted out, blocking their path.

Meanwhile, Li Chu was still walking leisurely, guarding Wang Longqi and Gongsun Rou.

Gongsun Rou's face had long since turned pale white as she watched the ghosts appearing around them increase, but her courage was not weak. She bit her lower lip and remained silent.

Li Chu couldn't help but glance at her again. This Gongsun Girl looked delicate on the outside, but she was quite resolute in spirit.

On the contrary, Wang Longqi was already limping. In his terror, he felt his calves cramping incessantly, making his movements even slower.

Especially when he looked up and saw that the ghosts from almost all the rooms had come out and were gradually gathering below. All sorts of ghosts, too many to count at a glance, he was completely terrified.

Suddenly, it was the Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night!

It was utterly despair-inducing.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Li Chu!"

"You and Gongsun Girl go first, don't let me drag you down! After you get out, take good care of Gongsun Girl for me. I'll bless you both from the underworld! Don't worry about me, this old man will be a hero again in eighteen years!"

He had intended to say these words with great righteousness.

But just then, a Three-Headed Yaksha in the sky, unable to suppress its bloodthirsty killing intent, swooped down! All three of its heads bore blue faces and fangs, looking fierce and evil; its appearance alone was enough to scare the timid to death.

Its six muscular, sharp giant claws reached down. Any one of them could crush a Lion Tiger's head.

The sudden fear rendered Wang Longqi unable to speak, his heart nearly stopping.

Then, Li Chu, without even glancing at it, casually drew his sword and swung.

Chii—Bang!

A sharp white light pierced through its body. Before the sword light had even traveled halfway, the Three-Headed Yaksha's ghost body couldn't withstand it and exploded into pieces with a boom.

Only then did Li Chu turn his head and look at Wang Longqi, "Did you just call me?"

"Uh... I told you to be careful," Wang Longqi said, stuttering.

"Oh."

Thanks to Book Friend 20190125103432149 for the five hundred reward.

The collection and recommendations seem a bit low these past two days. I'm not sure if it's because of this plotline. I'll wrap it up quickly and then start an interesting new plot.