Last night.
"Only one person can survive, and in exchange, he must do something for me."
The moment those words touched their hearts, Wu Cheng immediately stopped crying and called out to Wu Ping in a serious voice:
"Wu Ping, don't believe him!"
But Wu Ping seemed to have lost his voice, and didn't utter a sound.
"Wu Ping!" Wu Cheng called out his younger brother's name urgently again.
"Brother... I don't want to die..."
"Wake up! Even if it means death, you can't be His puppet!"
Wu Cheng was emotional, the veins on his neck bulging, and he shouted these words with all his might, hoping to wake up his foolish younger brother.
Just then, the tentacles released them, and the two fell to the ground, crying out in pain. The voice echoed in their minds again:
"Make a decision quickly, I only need one person."
Then, eight tentacles, like a prison, enclosed the two in a small space.
Looking at the dark red liquid on the tentacles, Wu Cheng felt utterly hopeless. Even at his peak, he could only feel his own weakness in the face of this evil spirit. It seemed that only death or becoming its puppet lay before him.
Wu Cheng's expression suddenly became unusually resolute. This evil spirit, like a high and mighty deity, regarded their lives as its possessions and used what rightfully belonged to them to blackmail them. How could he possibly grant its wish?
Humans and evil are irreconcilable enemies. Wu Cheng possesses a rare Innate Dao Body, a figure destined to stand at the pinnacle of the righteous path. Although he has made some mistakes, he would never pander to evil forces in order to survive.
To his relief, his younger brother, like him, could distinguish right from wrong.
"Brother...we mustn't listen to Him! He's deceiving us! We'll die together! We absolutely cannot become His accomplices!"
The night was deep and shrouded in mist, so Wu Cheng couldn't see Wu Ping's expression. He felt relieved; this was the true second young master of the Wu family, this was his, Wu Cheng's, younger brother. He nodded.
"Um!"
"Brother, if there's an afterlife... I'll still be your brother..."
Wu Ping's voice choked with emotion. Under the glow of the tentacles, a small, thin figure raised a sword in reverse and plunged it into his own chest without hesitation. After a few spasms, he collapsed completely.
Blood splattered on Wu Cheng's face. He felt the warmth of his younger brother's blood, and countless memories of growing up with Wu Ping surfaced: he had received all the favoritism from their parents and elders, and he had reciprocated it equally as an elder brother's love for his younger brother. He had achieved fame at a young age, and his friends were all sycophants, but in his eyes, only sincere family affection was eternal.
Without further hesitation, Wu Cheng condensed his last bit of Mystic Qi into an ice spike and pierced his own heart.
The gushing blood, like flowers, was frozen solid by the extreme cold on the icicle, transforming into a poignant work of art.
The tentacles of the Dream-Eating Ghost did not retract in frustration after the two committed suicide; they remained encircling the two lying on the ground.
Wu Ping endured the excruciating pain and pulled the sword from his right chest. He struggled to sit up and murmured to the Dream-Eating Ghost:
"It's me who's alive... Let me live... I'll do whatever you say."
A tentacle lifted Wu Cheng's corpse and threw it in front of Wu Ping.
"Your body can't do what I want you to do. You have two choices."
"Put your consciousness into his body, and after it's done, your consciousness will return, and you will still be yourself."
"Or eat him, and you'll become him forever."
Looking at Wu Cheng's handsome face, Wu Ping made a decision almost immediately. He would take back the life that his brother had taken from him.
At this moment, this dilapidated house seemed to become the darkest place in Chuyun City. Every time Wu Ping swallowed a mouthful of fresh meat while gagging, his body would undergo corresponding changes.
The Dream-Eating Ghost watched all of this indifferently, never using any of its dream-related abilities from beginning to end.
You Su's hands were trembling. He never imagined that this clown, whom he had never taken seriously, could be so beastly.
Through the pervasive white mist, You Su looked at the carefree smile on Wu Ping Wu Cheng's face, and felt that whether one was blind or not, it was all the same; one could see through the mist, but could never see through the demons and monsters in people's hearts.
"What exactly does He want you to do for Him?" You Su's sword aura solidified.
"It's simple, just create chaos and force you out. I thought I was going to go on a killing spree, what a disappointment." Wu Ping also drew his sword, held it in his hand and examined it, looking completely at ease.
"Your words don't make me feel that you're scary; they'll only make your death more miserable."
Before the words were even finished, the Ink Pine Sword swept away like a raging dragon, and the space it pierced was like a vacuum, with a column of air suddenly appearing in the misty white fog.
Wu Ping's expression changed slightly. He channeled his Qi into the sword and felt even more fortunate as he sensed the feedback from it. If it weren't for this evil spirit, how could he have possibly touched this immortal Immortal Sword that his father had spent a fortune to forge for his brother?
The next instant, his sword also moved like a raging dragon, and the two swords clashed, producing a deafening explosion!
Both of them were knocked back by the sword's force. You Su was astonished by Wu Ping's swordsmanship. He had thought that even if Wu Ping was using Wu Cheng's body, he wouldn't be stronger than Wu Cheng. But Wu Ping actually blocked this long-prepared sword strike!
The mist was also slightly dispersed by the Mystic Qi flowing around the sword. You Su narrowed his eyes, realizing the source of Wu Ping's power.
Suddenly, a blood-red octopus appeared on Wu Ping's body, just like the ones in the Auspicious Cave. However, this one was even more scarlet and gave off a more dangerous feeling. Each tentacle was like an exoskeleton extending from Wu Ping's body, tightly connected to him through suckers.
You Su's spiritual platform opened, Mystic Qi circulated at full speed through his Spirit Vein. He began to run wildly, sword in hand. This time, he no longer pursued speed; instead, with each step, his sword momentum grew stronger, causing the paving stones beneath his feet to collapse!
His Sword Qi was like a rainbow, leaving a clean and crisp arc in the white mist.
Wu Ping neither dodged nor evaded, but met the attack head-on. The aura of his sword was pitiful, far inferior to that of the Ink Pine Sword, but the evil spirit within his Flesh and Blood Type granted him powerful physical strength, once again severing You Su's sharp sword light.
You Su was not discouraged. The Mandarin Duck Sword Scripture many variations, including sword techniques that pursue the power of a single move, as well as moves that are as continuous as waves.
Especially in such a narrow alley, sweeping sword techniques are not suitable. You Su's sword dance continues, and the endless sword moves transform into stunning sword light, pouring down on Wu Ping.
Before Wu Ping could react, the tentacle on the back of his left hand was mercilessly severed, causing him to cry out in pain. Wu Ping's eyes turned bloodshot, and he chose to take You Su's sword head-on, using his body to block the Ink Pine Sword.
This palm strike was insidious; You Su couldn't dodge it in time and was sent flying backward, his heels carving two deep furrows into the paving stones.
A young girl in a traditional Chinese dress caught You Su as she stumbled backward. White mist dissipated around her, as if shrouded in black mist.