We meet again

"Fuck..."

Yang Yong's pupils contracted sharply. Never had he imagined he would stumble upon ghosts having an affair.

These two things had apparently thrown away even their dignity as ghosts.

His gaze turned cold, and he showed no mercy.

"Since I've run into you, neither of you is leaving."

Yang Yong waved his hand, sweeping the One-Yang God-Sealing Banner forward.

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost inside the banner had already been on the verge of fading away.

Now, catching the scent of living souls, she instantly became a starving, maddened beast and lunged out ferociously.

With a single bite, she severed the male ghost's neck.

His head rolled to the ground, his soul fire instantly extinguished.

Then her claws lashed wildly, tearing the female ghost, who resembled an aging beauty, into scattered fragments of soul.

The two remnant souls were forcibly dragged into the God-Sealing Banner, and dense, pure ghostly energy surged madly into it.

With this deeply nourishing meal,

the ghostly energy around the Red-Clothed Female Ghost grew dense again.

The dim red threads slowly regained their luster.

She had been dragged back from the brink of death.

Yang Yong was about to put away the banner and continue on his way.

But the Red-Clothed Female Ghost suddenly floated out of the banner on her own, hovering before him and nodding repeatedly toward a certain direction, her movements deferential, as though volunteering to lead the way.

Yang Yong froze, then sneered.

Trying to play tricks?

With the One-Yang God-Sealing Banner in his hand, her life and death rested on a single thought of his. She could cause no trouble.

"You want to lead me out?"

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost nodded repeatedly.

"Fine. Lead the way."

"Try anything, and I'll scatter your soul."

Yang Yong hesitated no longer and followed closely behind.

The man and ghost wound through turn after turn, passing through layers of corridors. Their path really was clear all the way, bringing them back to the great hall filled with banquet tables!

Joy rose in Yang Yong's heart, and he strode out.

But the moment he appeared, all the assorted "people" in the hall turned their heads in unison.

Bloodless white faces and dead, hollow eyes stared fixedly at him.

Their lips all bore the exact same stiff, icy smile.

Ghosts watched him from every side, murderous intent stirring beneath the surface.

Yang Yong's scalp prickled, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Forcing himself to remain calm, he stiffly raised a hand in greeting, while his feet kept moving, inching toward the entrance.

Beside him, Driver Old Zhao immediately understood when he saw this-he was trying to escape!

Old Zhao promptly pretended to be drunk, staggering and swaying toward the door.

The convoy's other survivors caught on too, lurching this way and that as they feigned drunken misconduct and inched toward their way out alive.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Yang Yong's heart pounded so violently it almost burst through his chest.

Just hold on a little longer. As long as I can slip outside, I can live!

Please don't let that fake Ghost Bride catch up!

What he feared came to pass.

A piercing, shrill laugh suddenly exploded from outside the great hall!

The laughter was venomous and bone-chilling, making their eardrums ache and their souls falter.

The next second, every Eerie in the great hall rose at once.

The white-haired old man had barely turned around.

His head fell straight to the ground with a thump and rolled to Yang Yong's feet?

His eyes still stared fixedly at him as he smiled eerily.

The little girl who looked so innocent and adorable suddenly floated into the air.

Her body twisted at impossible angles, her limbs spreading like a spider's as she revealed a mouthful of sharp fangs.

Demons ran wild, and ghostly malevolence soared!

Yang Yong stopped pretending. His eyes turned bloodshot, his killing intent fully exposed.

Compared with that unfathomable fake Ghost Bride, these low-level Eerie before him were far easier to handle!

"Since you're blocking my way, shatter!"

With an angry roar, he frantically drove the blood energy and spiritual sense within him, pouring everything into the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

The Blood Moon's power surged out of the One-Yang God-Sealing Banner, flowed through his meridians into every limb and bone, then poured endlessly into the golden scissors.

Buzzz-!

The Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors let out a deafening hum, their golden and yellow light intensifying by more than thirty percent!

No longer short blades of light, they transformed directly into enormous scissors of light several meters wide, poised in midair.

"Cut-them-down!"

Yang Yong swung the scissors fiercely.

Golden light howled forth with unstoppable force.

Riiip-!

Shrill ghostly screams rose one after another.

Swathes of low-level Eerie were shredded into clouds of black smoke on the spot, their souls scattered.

Even several somewhat stronger Eerie could not withstand this explosive strike and were sheared apart at the waist.

Every second counted. Yang Yong had no time to activate the God-Sealing Banner to absorb the black smoke.

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost, however, darted into the black smoke herself, devouring great mouthfuls.

An expression of utter satisfaction appeared on her face, like an addict confronted with drugs.

"You useless disaster! Get over here and help!"

Yang Yong roared, stumbling toward the entrance.

So close-only one last step!

But at that instant, poised between life and death,

a red figure flashed into existence without warning, blocking his path.

It was that eerie bride!

She could actually teleport!

Yang Yong's eyes nearly split with fury, and he almost spat out blood in rage.

She could fly, teleport, and completely overpower me, yet she put on an act and chased me slowly at first?

Was she playing me for a monkey?!

Endless frustration and anger surged through him, yet there was nothing he could do.

The gap was too great.

A dead end!

A true dead end!

But.

Did I no longer even have the courage to draw a blade and fight?

I refuse to accept this!

Yang Yong's eyes were bloodshot. He abruptly closed them, steeled his heart, and cast life and death aside.

Gripping the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors tightly, he mustered every ounce of strength and stabbed viciously toward the eerie bride's chest!

Clink-!

A clear, crisp ring sounded.

The eerie bride extended two deathly pale, icy fingers and lightly pinched the blade of the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, holding it firmly.

It did not budge.

This was the first time the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors had been stopped so effortlessly.

Yang Yong's heart turned ice-cold.

It was not that the magical artifact was too weak. The gulf between their cultivation realms was like an impassable chasm.

The eerie bride gently raised her hand, slowly extending the other.

An invisible force instantly coiled around Yang Yong, lifting his entire body into the air and leaving him suspended there.

He struggled with his limbs, but could not move an inch.

She curled her finger.

The Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors caught between her fingers immediately slipped beyond his control, about to be forcibly seized by her.

"No!"

Yang Yong roared wildly and exhausted his last strength to forcibly summon the golden scissors back into his palm.

But the next instant, a tremendous force struck, yanking him roughly in front of the bride.

Their noses almost touched; they could hear each other breathe.

He was close enough to see the icy frost condensed on her eyelashes.

Close enough to smell the thick, pungent scent of rouge on her, tinged with blood and decay.

Yang Yong squeezed his eyes shut and waited for death.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Yet the agony and destruction he expected failed to arrive.

Instead, a cool, gentle touch brushed his cheek, like a piece of ice slowly sliding across his skin.

Then that voice sounded again, as soft as a lover's whisper yet cold enough to chill the soul.

"We meet again."

Yang Yong shuddered all over, as though plunged into an ice cellar.

Meet again?

Did she mean that room just now, or... sometime earlier?

He had clearly never seen this terrifying Eerie in his entire life!

Could she mean... a previous life?

As though she had seen through all his thoughts, the eerie bride chuckled, her laughter carrying an indescribable resentment and coldness.

"How is it that, after I've killed you so many times, you can still come back?"

So many times?

A buzz rang through Yang Yong's mind, and everything exploded.

What exactly did that mean?

How many times had she killed him?

Had he died at this woman's hands in every previous reincarnation?

Countless questions surged in like a tide. Fear, confusion, and unwillingness intertwined.

Yang Yong forcibly suppressed the trembling of his soul and asked, his voice dry and hoarse, enunciating every word:

"Have we... really met before?"

The eerie bride did not answer.

She merely tilted her head slightly, her hollow gaze fixed on him, as though she were looking at a possession lost and recovered.

Her thoughts drifted into the infinitely distant depths of reincarnation.

Yang Yong quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Every extra second alive was another second.

As long as he was not dead, he still had a chance to turn things around.

What he did not know was that, in the deepest part of this Coffin Temple, within a space sealed by layer upon layer of ghostly energy,

a gigantic blood-colored coffin was shaking violently.

With a bang, the coffin lid blasted off, flying more than thirty feet away.

A woman truly dressed in a bright red bridal gown, her beauty beyond compare, slowly floated down from the coffin.

Two old ghosts, one on either side, immediately stepped forward and knelt in reverence, utterly awestruck.

"Young miss, you've finally awakened."

The woman's exquisite lips parted slightly. Her voice was as cold and clear as ice, yet carried the dominance of one who controlled reincarnation.

"Uncle Fu, I sensed it... my husband's presence."

"He's back."

She gently slipped a warm jade bracelet off her wrist and handed it over.

"Go. Bring him back."

"Kill anyone who dares stand in your way."