The purple-robed female ghost cradled her head against her chest and suddenly burst into laughter toward the sky. Rank blood gushed from her severed neck, mouth, and nose like a spring welling through cracked earth, impossible to stem-a horrifying sight.
It all happened in an instant.
She raised her severed head high, then thrust it right up against Chen Heng's face!
The blue veins across her face writhed and bulged, twisting her features into a hideous expression of venomous resentment. Her eyes showed nothing but ghastly whites, almost protruding from their sockets.
At the same time, the other ghosts swarmed in from every side.
Terrifying black shapes, twisted, hateful, or bloodied, all steeped in eerie yin qi, made one's hair stand on end and scalp crawl!
"Weren't you hungry, Young Master? Why aren't you eating your blood food?!"
Purple Oriole shrieked with laughter, her black hair dancing wildly like snakes.
The vicious ghosts around them bared their fangs and claws, whipping up vast gusts of yin wind amid gloomy clouds and miserable mist!
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Purple Oriole, but I am a scenery cultivator. I have no need for blood food."
Surrounded by the howling, vengeful spirits and vicious ghosts, Chen Heng stood calmly where he was, not moving an inch.
He merely gazed placidly at the head-cradling ghost before him, his eyes as still as a deep pool or ancient well.
For a moment.
Purple Oriole actually felt a little flustered under that gaze.
She sheepishly drew back her raised hands and cradled her head again.
"You were born beautiful, Miss Purple Oriole. Why demean yourself with such methods? Even I cannot help regretting the sight."
He smiled slightly and said:
"I am a thoroughgoing admirer of beauty. More than anything, I cannot bear to see