"Really?"
A glimmer of hope appeared in the female ghost's eyes as she gazed at Murong Qi in a daze.
Seeing a chance to survive, Murong Qi wasn't about to let it slip away. He hurriedly shouted, "Of course it's true! I swear to heaven—if I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death... Uh..."
His gaze froze. He stared in disbelief at the object embedded in his chest.
At the same time, a crackling sound rang out, and the flesh on his chest began to char.
The oath he had just made had come true at once...
Murong Qi's eyes widened, his face contorted with utter horror.
If he hadn't seen wrong, that was Dharma Master Zhou's Peach Wood Sword. But why had it pierced his chest?
And why did it hurt so much? It felt as if he were about to die.
Murong Qi wasn't the only one pierced by the Peach Wood Sword. The female ghost's already translucent form quickly began to dissipate.
Even as she vanished, the female ghost continued to gaze at Murong Qi, her eyes full of deep reluctance.
"Bah! Love-struck idiot. What a lunatic!"
Zhou Yan spat, his face full of disgust, as if he'd seen something filthy.
He'd certainly learned something new. He hadn't expected even vengeful ghosts to be love-struck idiots.
If that were all it was, fine. The female ghost and Murong Qi were both willing, so he couldn't be bothered to interfere.
But the female ghost had killed so many people, and Murong Qi had killed her parents. Yet in the end, she'd rather have her soul scattered than hurt him.
What a tragic, powerful love!
But what about everyone else? Did they deserve to die, to become sacrifices for your love?
If you wanted