Hallucination Type?

"Bang."

This attack was unexpectedly easy. Shou Shou's blade struck the Youth's neck.

But the sensation was completely different from cutting flesh. The blade trembled slightly, as hard as if it had struck a stone.

Xu Ji Mo sensed that something was wrong. He abruptly lowered his head, only to find that although the curve of the Youth's lips had not changed, his entire body had become blurred, and his facial features were slowly disappearing.

It then became a tall bundle of straw, with hard stones inside.

Another familiar chuckle came from behind.

The Black Haired Red Robed Youth was standing perfectly fine not far away. He even clapped twice with malicious amusement, his dark purple eyes filled with lofty mockery.

"Continue."

Xu Ji Mo naturally knew he had been toyed with. His gaze held a hint of uncertainty. "What kind of talent is this?"

Hallucination Type?

Before he could figure it out, his body had already moved according to his will, delivering another slash.

Straw and stones. Straw and stones. It was all straw and stones.

In the blink of an eye, more and more Bo Shuos appeared in every direction around him.

They could not be distinguished or compared. Even the mocking curves of their lips were exactly identical, glaringly so.

A fury at being toyed with enveloped his heart.

For the first time—for the first time, someone had dared to make a fool of him like this!

Xu Ji Mo could barely maintain the false expression on his face. He gripped the broadsword in his hand tightly, his expression so dark it seemed water could drip from it.

He did not continue hacking. Instead, he decisively unleashed his Talent Skill.

(Contracted Ghosts Summoned: Head-splitting Woman, One-eyed Butcher, Ghost Groom.)

Three terrifying Ghosts then appeared in midair out of nowhere.

As the Talent Skill was successfully activated, Xu Ji Mo's strength grew even greater, and his five senses were raised to a certain peak.

He almost instantly noticed the person standing farthest away, who was completely different from those around him.

Even though his appearance and expression were identical to those of the surrounding fake figures, Xu Ji Mo recognized the real body at a glance.

"This one is real." Xu Ji Mo smiled cruelly before ordering his contracted Ghosts, "Kill him!"

Ahhhhh, fuck!

After being exposed, Bo Shuo swiftly fled in the direction he had envisioned.

Several hideous-looking Ghosts chased after him.

Two C-ranks and one B-rank.

This contracted-Ghost Talent was indeed terrifying. Its upper limit was absurdly high. No wonder a mere C-rank examinee had been specially selected for Flowing Light, and judging by the situation, he was even highly valued.

However, Bo Shuo had long since anticipated the worst-case scenario.

He had only just reached C-rank and had yet to awaken a Talent Skill.

Everything he had displayed just now had been constructed from Emotion Points, and the Emotion Points in his hands were rapidly draining away like flowing water.

He dodged attack after attack in a manner that appeared effortless, but in truth left his heart pounding with fear.

The Ghost Groom's pale, bloodstained head hung crookedly to the side. It was proof of the abuse Bo Shuo had once inflicted on him.

His gaze swept over the Ghost Groom's vacant, lifeless pupils, and Bo Shuo realized that the contracted Ghosts had all been cruelly stripped of their consciousness, leaving behind only empty shells like puppets on strings.

Fortunately, the Ghost Groom's B-rank strength had been forcefully raised. Now that he had suffered severe injuries, he only possessed low C-rank strength, so Bo Shuo could deal with him easily.

The troublesome one was the Head-splitting Woman behind him.

A B-rank Ghost.

As Bo Shuo thought this, his feet never stopped moving. He could only feel his back soaked through with layer upon layer of cold sweat.

Hiss... thrilling!

A sour, foul odor spread beneath his nose. It was the Head-splitting Woman's distinctive scent. He did not even need to turn around to know that the three Ghosts were extremely close to him.

The Youth's malicious voice came from behind.

"Stop struggling. Just obediently let me kill you."

Xu Ji Mo's eyes were filled with ferocity, and dense Ghost Qi swirled around him. His face was noticeably paler than before.

This should also be a side effect of contracting Ghosts—assimilation.

Bo Shuo stopped moving forward and remained at this fork in the road.

Xu Ji Mo narrowed his eyes and also halted his pursuit. His dark, heavy gaze fell on the Youth, carrying a trace of suspicion.

Although he had threatened Bo Shuo not to struggle, Xu Ji Mo felt that something was amiss when Bo Shuo actually stopped.

After what had just happened, even a conceited and arrogant person like Xu Ji Mo had abandoned his contempt for Bo Shuo.

This seemingly obedient act of waiting for death only made Xu Ji Mo more vigilant. He absolutely did not believe that Bo Shuo would simply surrender.

But even though Xu Ji Mo himself had stopped, he did not order his contracted Ghosts to stop.

Just as the Ghosts were less than a foot away from Bo Shuo, an accident occurred.

A chaotic, extremely heavy sound of footsteps suddenly rang out in the distance. At the same time, dark figures appeared one after another in the distance.

It was a densely packed group of villagers. They seemed to be chasing something, their enormous limbs crawling rapidly across the ground.

Leading this group of "villagers" was the completely deranged Village Chief.

The person they were chasing was a woman dressed in simple sportswear. Sweat rolled down her forehead, and her eyes lit up slightly when she saw Bo Shuo.

It was Sang Yu.

She had come!

Bo Shuo's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he could not suppress the joy in his heart.

(Use item—Ghost Bride's Wooden Comb?)