White-Bodied Lesser Wraith

Chapter 18: White-Bodied Lesser Wraith

In a dream.

Time rewound to the past.

Warm sun shone on the Old Street, willows shed their catkins, and old folks sat chatting in small groups under the sunlight.

Wu Xian squatted in front of the Inn, surrounded by a few half-grown kids.

They were playing Card Flipping.

The toys used in this game were round cards printed with game or anime characters. Cards that were no longer in circulation were usually more valuable. Players took turns slapping their cards against their opponent's cards. If a card was flipped over, the player won the opponent's card.

They had been playing for over an hour.

As Wu Xian discovered them, these two Child Wraiths also stirred. Their palms began to randomly slap Wu Xian's body, and a cold, painful ache surged from each small palm print.

Wu Xian froze.

"Qi Zhiyong once said that the more powerful an Evil Spirit is, the greater the restrictions it faces. These little things are probably able to sneak into rooms silently precisely because they are weak. They might even be lower than Wandering Wraiths."

Especially Qi Zhiyong, who was the most exhausted.

"Okay, okay!"

Ha!

Wu Xian bit down hard on his tongue. The sharp pain instantly jolted him awake from his dream.

"Something like this dares to attack me so brazenly?"

Wu Xian sneered and raised his Copper Coin Sword, ready to slice and dice. But just as he was about to kill a Lesser Wraith, his movements stopped.

"Something's not right!"

Wu Xian scanned everyone's faces and found that he seemed to be the only one with palm prints on his face. Everyone else's faces were completely clean, as if he was the only one attacked by Child Wraiths last night.

Dark eyes stared at Wu Xian without emotion.

Slap!

The last card was flipped over.

Let these little things live for now and see how things develop.

But in his blankets, Wu Xian saw two pale, old faces again.

"Damn!"

Wu Xian got up from the ground and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror first.

"These little wraiths are too weak."

Wu Xian immediately realized the crux of the problem.

What was different today from yesterday was that the marked rooms were not inhabited by living people. That Greater Wraith had made a wasted trip.

As soon as he went out, he looked towards Room 408. Yue Mei's door had been kicked open. The room looked like it had been ransacked ten times over, with everything smashed. There were no items or divine statues left inside.

Three Child Wraiths pushed against Wu Xian's body. Each touch brought a piercing pain.

Wu Xian, on the first day, looked like he was about to die.

The more Qi Zhiyong thought about it, the more suspicious Wu Xian seemed. The way he looked at Wu Xian made him feel a bit guilty.

"Give it back! Give back what you took from us!"

Based on yesterday's experience.

In his dream, Wu Xian sensed something was wrong. Why were they asking for what he took, instead of the Round Cards he won?

Wu Xian quickly seized the opportunity, threw off the blankets, and with a fierce look, raised his sword to strike.

The oppressive, long night was about to end. Half an hour remained until dawn. The dazed Child Wraiths began to flee Wu Xian's room one by one.

Five children grabbed him and started to act spoiled, pushing him around.

These two Child Wraiths were the same. Their small palms touched something hot and long.

His body was now covered with over thirty small bruises. These bruises were left by the Child Wraiths. They felt cold to the touch and were sharply painful when pressed.

The two Child Wraiths let out silent but piercing screams.

I haven't even made a move yet, and they're already this scared?

He looked at everyone's faces repeatedly, finally settling on Wu Xian's dark circles.

The first thing Wu Xian saw upon waking was six eyes.

"Let's play."

He looked around and found that new muddy handprints had appeared at Shi Ji's door. However, this time Wu Xian just looked and made no further move.

But fortunately, these handprints only caused simple pain and did not affect Wu Xian's actions.

"Give it back, give it back to me!"

The child wraith asked weakly, "What, what are we playing?"

The scene was truly terrifying. Wu Xian quickly burrowed under the covers. It wasn't that he was scared; he needed the covers to buy himself some time to think of a response.

But he had lived sickly until now and often provided important clues. And the person Qi Zhiyong had offended the most was precisely Wu Xian.

Fumbling around in someone else's covers, it's easy to touch things you shouldn't.

Wu Xian shook his head. "It seems I still need to stir things up."

As everyone knows.

Wu Xian gambled that it couldn't!

Copper Coin Sword!

It heats up when encountering a ghost and can slay evil spirits!

"Hah!!!"

If that's the case, a new problem arises: can the greater wraith communicate with these child wraiths?

As Wu Xian gradually regained consciousness, the children's tone turned ferocious. The entire environment darkened, becoming deep and gloomy, with buildings twisting and distorting.

If they didn't kill anyone the first time, child wraiths appeared. What about the second, third time? Would the difficulty of the blessed land increase because everyone kept escaping?

It probably would.

Wu Xian stood with his hands on his hips, laughing wildly. He stood up, holding the cards, ready to leave. Outside the dream, he also showed a satisfied smile. This kind of joy was something he had longed for since childhood but had never had the chance to experience.

Bleak moonlight shone into the room. Wu Xian stood by the window, and three pale little figures were there.

The survivors living in the inn were the same people from last night.

His ferocious appearance scared the child wraiths, making them tremble. Their faces were filled with fear as they hid in the corner, looking wronged and helpless.

Suddenly, a jolt of alarm.

Wu Xian had a plastic bag full of cards by his hand, and the children in their hands had only a few cards left.

Wu Xian opened the door and entered the corridor with practiced ease.

They shouted in their eerie, old yet childish voices.

As dawn broke, the door opened.

Perhaps because of this, the greater wraith changed its modus operandi, personally releasing these child wraiths to test which of the remaining rooms contained living people!

He had been on edge all night, guarding against the greater wraith, only to encounter a group of white-bodied lesser wraiths. Now, he racked his brains but couldn't understand why he wasn't attacked last night.

This proved that Yu Yinghua's handprint mark didn't mark people but rooms or doors. Therefore, as long as one left the marked room, they were safe.

"It seems my guess was correct."

But the dark circles under everyone's eyes indicated that no one had slept well last night.

"Number Reading, Neurasthenia, interested?"

"If you don't return them, you'll die!"

These three little figures, despite having the bodies of toddlers, had the faces of old people. Their wrinkled faces were extremely horrifying, and their pitch-black eyes, devoid of whites, exuded soul-piercing malice.

Could it be that he was being set up?

The information about the handprints and the attacks was also provided by Wu Xian.

Perhaps the greater wraith judged whether there were people in the room based on the loss of the child wraiths!

So Wu Xian retracted his Copper Coin Sword and revealed a gentle smile.

But the appearance of the child wraiths added a new variable.

Then I won't have to fear you!

Strange...

"Ahhhh!"

A sudden scream interrupted Qi Zhiyong's thoughts.

Child Ghost: Yijian Zhi - Yijian Ding Zhi Volume Thirteen Li Yu and the Ghosts

Wuweijun ordered Li Yu to meet the new prefect west of the city. After traveling more than ten li, he heard it was still far, so he returned home. Suddenly, about a hundred small children emerged from the roadside, all about four or five years old. They rushed forward shouting and surrounded him. Li was not afraid at first and fought them. Every time he swung his fist, more than ten would fall to the ground. However, as soon as they fell, they would get up and regroup. This happened several times. One jumped onto his shoulder and snatched his hat. Li became more distressed, unable to escape. He fought and moved forward. An old man in a plain robe and straw sandals, who appeared from nowhere, sternly rebuked, "This official always recites the Lotus Sutra. If you harm him, won't it implicate me?" He shouted for them to retreat, and the children dispersed. The old man also disappeared. Li returned to his gate but couldn't move. The gatekeeper helped him home. Upon arriving home, he was delirious and did not wake up. His sons examined his clothes and saw only blue marks all over his body. They then performed a soul-calling ceremony at the spot and had a monk recite scriptures. It took more than half a year before he could walk with a cane. The old man was suspected to be the Tudi Shen. This was in the twenty-eighth year of Shaoxing.