Bibi Dong: Fallen Soul Master, Put the Child Down!

The sky had gradually darkened, and the forest not far away looked gloomy and terrifying.

"Please save my father and mother. They were taken away by a black shadow." The child cried as he tightly clutched Ye Xunfeng's collar. His voice sounded somewhat off, as if it had been squeezed out through a strangled throat.

Where Ye Xunfeng could not see, a flash of red light flickered in the child's eyes.

Ye Xunfeng gently patted the child's back and looked at Ah Yin with some difficulty. "Ah Yin, your Spirit is Blue Silver Grass. Can you hide in the forest nearby? I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with those Evil Spirit Masters quickly."

Ah Yin immediately understood and nodded. "I know. I'll hide. Don't worry, my Blue Silver Grass will make sure no one can find me."

Ye Xunfeng nodded and carried the child forward, his sharp gaze fixed on the child the entire time.

If he only had the Atlas Spear Spirit, he might really have been fooled. But his Wishing Angel Spirit, even if it was merely a healing-type Spirit, was still an Angel Spirit. How could it fail to notice?

When the child had run over, black aura had already been rising from him. His Spirit had been frantically warning him all along.

His beloved Wishing Angel Spirit was practically one step away from grabbing his ears and shouting beside him: This child has a problem! This child has a problem!

Ye Xunfeng gently stroked the child's head. His hand suddenly tightened, then quickly relaxed.

But that brief moment was enough to terrify the child. For the rest of the way, he shivered as he pointed out the path.

Ye Xunfeng sneered. He had no idea what that Evil Spirit Master was thinking, sending a child here to lure in passing travelers.

Were they really not afraid that someone from Spirit Hall might happen to be among those travelers? They truly had the recklessness of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.

Then again, the more remote the place, the harder it was to govern. If the local Spirit Hall was neglecting its duties as well, such things were not impossible.

At that moment, Ye Xunfeng had no idea that another group was heading in this direction.

"Your Highness Saintess, you only need to stand by and watch us deal with this Fallen Soul Master. There's no need for you to go personally." A rather effeminate-looking man spoke respectfully.

"Brother Yue Guan, what is a Fallen Soul Master?" Bibi Dong, still perfectly normal at this point, raised her head and looked curiously at the future Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"They are Soul Masters who stop at nothing to cultivate. To grow stronger, they slaughter civilians at will, feeding on their flesh, souls, and fear," Yue Guan said with a smile.

"That's awful." Bibi Dong puffed up her cheeks angrily.

Ye Xunfeng followed the child into the village. The instant he stepped onto that ground, he felt a slickness beneath his feet.

A thick stench of blood rushed at him. Ye Xunfeng lowered his head and saw a pool of red liquid on the ground. It was blood.

Only when he entered the village did he realize what kind of living hell this was.

Corpses lay scattered everywhere. Some had been nailed to doors, their mouths hanging wide open while their tongues were missing. Others were curled up like fetuses, their fingers dug deep into the mud, their nails nearly gone.

Ye Xunfeng swept his gaze around, then suddenly froze. An old woman sat beside a well not far away, her expression remarkably calm.

Looking closer, however, he discovered that her chest had been completely split open down the middle, her ribs spread apart like butchered pork ribs at a market stall.

Ye Xunfeng slowly set the child down and observed the surroundings.

But the moment the child's feet touched the ground, he suddenly stopped crying, his mouth splitting into an extremely strange smile.

"Hehehe..." Suddenly, a vile laugh echoed from all around them.

Ye Xunfeng searched coldly in every direction for the source of the sound.

The child suddenly reached out and tightly grabbed Ye Xunfeng's calf. Black nails abruptly emerged from his fingers as he tried to stab them into Ye Xunfeng's leg.

Ye Xunfeng felt an indescribable itch. Looking down at the child's black nails, a hint of relief flashed through his eyes.

Fortunately, he had undergone Ice-Fire Body Tempering. His body was now as tough as diamond, and with Soul Power at the level of a Soul Saint, he could directly contend with an ordinary Titled Douluo without any problem.

Ye Xunfeng did not actually intend to release his Spirit, because he knew the age of his Spirit Rings could only be described as monstrous.

It would be troublesome if he scared the enemy away the moment he released it. Of course, the more likely possibility was that they would think he was a spiritual-attribute Soul Master and that some ability of his had caused them to hallucinate.

Still, the later he released it, the better.

Ye Xunfeng lightly shook his leg, knocking away the child's hand, then lifted the child up as though he were picking up a disobedient cat or dog.

The little boy's feet dangled in the air as he kicked wildly. An eerie gleam shone from his black nails, leaving fragmented cold flashes through the air.

"Why are you so unhygienic? Keeping such long black nails, honestly." Ye Xunfeng opened and closed his mouth as he stared at the child's nails with a look of disgust. Then he took out a pair of scissors from his storage Soul Tool and clipped off every one of the child's black nails.

The silver scissors reflected the moonlight as they mercilessly went to work on the child's nails.

Snip, snip, snip.

Ye Xunfeng deliberately cut slowly, as though he were pruning an extremely precious potted plant.

The long, pointed nails fell to the ground and instantly turned into black mist, making sizzling sounds.

When the ghost child saw that the nails on his hands had vanished, he instantly let out a scream that no human could possibly make.

At that moment, the other group heard the child's cries and quickly rushed over.

"Fallen Soul Master, put the child down!" An effeminate male voice came from behind him.

Ye Xunfeng paused and looked toward the newcomers, then threw the child over. "See for yourselves. What is this thing?"

"Bold!" Bibi Dong shouted angrily. "Fallen Soul Master, after killing so many people, you still dare claim it's the child's fault?"

Ye Xunfeng looked at his black clothes and scratched his head awkwardly. From appearances alone, he really did not look like a good person.

Ye Xunfeng rubbed his brow and said, "There isn't the slightest trace of blood aura on me, and you say I killed people? Little girl, don't falsely accuse someone just to complete your assignment."

Yue Guan's memory was far better than Bibi Dong's, who had only recently become a Saintess. At that moment, he sharply noticed that the person before him seemed somewhat similar to the former Pope, though he was indeed quite different from the current Pope.

Moreover, when he had just caught the child, he immediately sensed that something was wrong with him. The child was warm, but the evil aura around him caused Yue Guan's Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to issue a warning.