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143. The imagined terror: being targeted by a ghost. The actual terror: being targeted by a fanatic.
The sudden change in scenery did not startle the two of them. Nie Moli did not even look up, but continued to browse the files.
I don't know if it's because of the ghost realm, but the laptop's power consumption is far beyond what I expected, and the battery level drops at a visible rate.
Even so, Nie Moli quickly browsed through some key information.
Then, with a "beep" sound, the computer ran out of power and the screen went black.
"Two things. One is that the mark on our bodies will pull us back to the Ghost Realm, probably around midnight."
Nie Moli glanced at her wrist; the bluish-black mark had now grown to the width of two fingers.
While it's unclear what will happen if it continues to grow, it certainly won't be a good thing for those marked.
At the same time, Nie Moli also discovered that her physical strength was being depleted very quickly after entering the Ghost Realm for the second time.
It was a feeling of visibly decreasing physical strength, even when speaking, as if something was draining my energy.
But she didn't care, or rather, in the current situation, exchanging information with Mojiang was more important.
Only Mo Jiang possesses the ability to fight against the Ghost Domain, and information and intelligence must be shared with him.
"The second thing is that the old girls' dormitory was abandoned the year Wang Meng died, but in the many years that followed, there were still many illogical accidental deaths at the school. One every year, all of them were girls, and the cause of death was falling."
“But only you have entered the Ghost Realm.” Mo Jiang looked around at his surroundings. After entering the Ghost Realm for the second time, he felt that the environment around him had changed.
He couldn't quite put his finger on the specific changes, but they gave him a sense of danger.
"So you could think of it this way: after Wang Meng died, she became a ghost and killed Yu Xiaoyu, a roommate who bullied her. When she was about to take revenge, she stopped for some reason. Considering her resentment, it's definitely not because she let go of the past on her own. Someone blocked her actions, or rather, sealed her away."
"But the seal is not complete. Wang Meng still has the ability to kill people on campus, but the frequency and danger have been greatly reduced, and she can no longer affect people outside the campus."
"It's clear that your stay has unlocked Wang Meng's seal and restrictions."
This is room number 444, but it's not the one from yesterday.
The walls, doors, and even the bathroom door were all intact.
However, all the items were covered with a thick layer of dust, the iron bed frame was covered in rust, and the paint on the walls was peeling off. It looked as if no one had been here for decades.
"This looks like the dormitory from back then."
Mo Jiang nodded, agreeing with Nie Moli's statement, and added, "Don't leave more than five meters away from me; there's something wrong with the depth of this place."
"Yesterday's ghost realm had no effect on me, but this one is draining my physical and internal energy very quickly. It will take more effort to interfere with the environment."
This is the Ghost Realm, but it's much more powerful than yesterday's; at least Mo Jiang has already begun to be affected.
"What do you plan to do?"
"Simple, destroy everything in front of you."
Having experienced yesterday, it will be very difficult to escape the Ghost Realm again, and as long as the mark is still on my body, I could be pulled back into the Ghost Realm at any time.
However, the information gathered so far is not complete, and how to resolve Wang Meng's resentment remains to be seen.
So Mo Jiang had no choice but to use the simplest and most brutal solution: to destroy everything in front of him and completely annihilate this ghost realm.
If you can't resolve the ghost's resentment, then let the ghost and its resentment vanish together.
If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who raised it.
The same applies to ghosts.
Nie Moli did not object; her current situation left her no possibility of offering any opinions.
Next up is the battle between Mojiang and this ghostly realm.
"no problem?"
"It's alright, I'm stronger."
As these words were spoken, a gust of wind howled, giving one the illusion of falling into an ice cave.
Nie Moli could see that behind Mo Jiang, there were vague human-shaped phantoms, each wearing helmet and armor, lined up in formation.
Meanwhile, Nie Moli, standing behind Mo Jiang, could not see the face of the person in front of her, but felt that the other party was like a wolf or a tiger, which made her feel a chill in her heart.
That was a murderous aura, the murderous aura of the army that Mo Jiang had accumulated by charging rampage across the battlefield, invincible and slaying enemy troops.
Once the malevolent energy appeared in the ghost realm, it was like pouring cold water into a hot oil pan, instantly producing countless slight explosions.
The malevolent energy was almost tangible, like knives and swords, slicing through the dust floating in the ghost realm.
The chilling mist, formed from resentment, emitted a piercing shriek the moment it came into contact with the malevolent energy, turning into black smoke and dissipating like a block of wax thrown into a furnace.
Nie Moli could clearly feel the surrounding temperature dropping rapidly, and then, because of Mojiang, the temperature began to rise abruptly.
Even more bizarrely, her shadow began to twist uncontrollably, as if countless invisible hands were pulling at her, trying to drag her into the shadows on the ground.
Without turning his head, Mo Jiang directly swung a palm strike at Nie Moli's shadow. The domineering palm strike, unleashed with pure power, was propelled by the fourth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. The palm force transformed into a cone-shaped energy blast, piercing straight into the ground where the shadow was.
At the same time, a roar like that of a savage elephant was heard, and a cone-shaped tusk appeared from the void, viciously piercing into the shadow.
This is precisely the external skill recorded in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill: Ivory Awl.
With the powerful force of dragons and elephants, piercing through gold and splitting rocks is a piece of cake. Even if someone has cultivated hard skills such as the Golden Bell Cover, they can still be pierced through.
The ivory cone pierced the shadow, and instantly a piercing scream was heard as a figure struggled to crawl out of Nie Moli's shadow.
With just one glance, Nie Moli recognized that it was the female ghost that appeared in the mirror yesterday, and that appearance was exactly the same as Yu Xiaoyu in the file.
The first student killed by Wang Meng, and also the only one she retaliated against by killing—the student who bullied Wang Meng.
First, the ivory cone pierced Xiaoyu's ghostly body, and then the extremely powerful and yang internal energy erupted within Xiaoyu's body.
Fierce, domineering, and invincible.
Flames erupted from its translucent body, completely engulfing Yu Xiaoyu, with a faint burst of pure white light emanating from within.
That was holy light, absolutely pure, a pure white that allowed no impurities.
The moment the holy light exploded from Yu Xiaoyu's body, the entire Ghost Realm was shaken by a fanatical, domineering, and absolute aura.
A kind of war cry rang in my ears.
“Holy!”
"Wan Sheng!"
"Lord of the Armies!!!"
In the eerie and terrifying ghost realm, a frenzied battle cry from the Middle Ages resounded.
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Author's note: Thank you to [Fei Bai] and [Kandejier Bang·Ying] for the donations.
144. Do you want to die now, or take revenge and then have your soul scattered to the winds?
The moment the holy light exploded, the entire ghost realm trembled violently. The mold on the walls curled up like living creatures, and the dark red viscous liquid boiled and evaporated into a foul-smelling white mist.
Yu Xiaoyu's ghostly body shattered inch by inch in the holy light, eventually turning into stardust-like specks of pale blue light that dissipated into nothingness.
Mo Jiang could clearly sense that the holy light had not only destroyed Yu Xiaoyu's ghost, but also something else in the ghost realm.
The chilling aura that had enveloped dormitory 444 dissipated like the receding tide, and even the bluish-black mark on his wrist faded somewhat.
Mo Jiang frowned, his gaze sweeping over the empty dormitory room. The iron bunk bed, the moldy bedding, and the peeling paint on the bathroom walls, which were originally covered in dust, now shimmered with a faint white light.
The holy light tried to wipe away the dust, but the dust was like the most stubborn dirt, and even the holy light could not remove it in one go.
The dust and grime symbolize the power of the Ghost Realm itself, as well as Wang Meng's resentment.
If Wang Meng's resentment cannot be resolved, then the resentment in the Ghost Realm will be continuously replenished.
"solved?"
“It’s not that simple.” Mo Jiang shook his head. “Yu Xiaoyu was just the first one to be killed; the real source is still there.”
Before the words were finished, the ground suddenly cracked open like a spider web, and a dark green, viscous liquid gushed out from the cracks, quickly solidifying into twisted, ghostly claws that reached for the two people's ankles.
This time, the surface of the demon claw was covered with dark red runes, and each nail gleamed with a cold, metallic light.
With a light touch of his toes, his figure flashed past the ghost claw like lightning, and the power of the fourth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill condensed at the tip of his fist.
Like a fist being thrown out with the force of a hurricane, the air was torn apart with a sharp explosion. The moment the ghost claw touched the fist, it made a crisp sound of metal breaking and shattered into a cloud of black mist.
Before the black mist could recombine, Mo Jiang's palm erupted with intense light, and the powerful and domineering holy light instantly dispelled the black mist.
No, this method of completely destroying yin energy and resentment should be called "purification" rather than "dispelling".
Within the purified black mist, the faces of many different girls emerged. Nie Moli could tell that they were clearly the faces of students who had died in accidental falls at the school over the years after the old dormitory was sealed off.
"Get out first."
Feeling restricted in the room, Mo Jiang needed a more open space as his battlefield.
But the door was now shrouded in a dark, distorted shadow. Just one glance was enough to send a chill down one's spine, and no one wanted to touch it.
This ghost realm is something much deeper than the one from yesterday, and Mo Jiang doesn't want to risk touching it with his own body to see what might happen.
Light, a large number of light points gathered in his palm and merged together. Then, this light began to rotate and change shape in Mo Jiang's hand.
Ultimately, U705.COM's first release of the Emu-Er Yisan Phosphorus?? Dad II transformed into a disc-shaped light wheel with serrated edges, spinning rapidly in his hand.
With a flick of his hand, he threw the light wheel out. The high-speed spinning light wheel rushed towards the door shrouded in shadow. The moment it made contact, a large number of sparks burst out, followed by a tearing sound. The entire door was split in two.
The holy light of Mojiang is quite wondrous, possessing the characteristics of both light and matter; it is a light with mass.
So when he spun the holy light at high speed, he recreated a certain move.
A move called "Eight-Point Light Wheel".
"It seems I'll need to set aside some time to study the Holy Light."
As his spiritual power increased, Mo Jiang's Holy Light became several levels stronger than before. He realized that the Holy Light was not just a simple healing skill for him.
There is still immense power within, waiting for him to discover it.
However, now is not the time to explore the mystery of the Holy Light. Mo Jiang took Nie Moli out of the room and walked on the corridor. The environment was unexpectedly spacious.
There were no strange or weird things, nor any disgusting-looking gadgets.
Apart from the dust and grime, it looked like an abandoned dormitory that hadn't been cleaned in years.
This startled Mo Jiang, who was about to face countless ghosts and monsters as soon as he came out, but he quickly sensed that a resentful aura was gathering throughout the entire ghost realm.
"Having realized that all other methods are futile, you're now planning to fight me to the death?"
The sense of crisis that Mo Jiang brought to the entire Ghost Realm was so terrifying that the entire Ghost Realm, or more precisely, the entity that arose after Wang Meng's death, completely abandoned all means of control.
It wants to gather all its strength and completely determine who is superior to Mo Jiang.
However, in Mo Jiang's perception, there were two similar auras, one on the roof and one downstairs.
Clearly, only one location is the enemy's true location, while the other is most likely a trap.
Feel the speed at which the resentment gathers in the ghost realm; this must be it buying itself time.
"Rooftop or downstairs, which do you choose?"
“The rooftop!” Nie Moli said decisively. “Wang Meng died because she was pushed off the rooftop, and she suffered a lot of torture before being pushed off. The rooftop is where her resentment was strongest.”
Mo Jiang nodded, put his arm around Nie Moli's waist, and led her over the railing.
Then, wisps of white clouds appeared beneath his feet. As if defying the laws of physics, Mo Jiang broke free from the constraints of gravity. With a few leaps, he brought Nie Moli to the rooftop.
If you climb the stairs step by step, you don't know what kind of layout you'll find. Moreover, spatial changes are possible in the Ghost Realm, so there's a high chance you won't reach the roof if you take the stairs.
On the rooftop, the most striking feature is a dark shadow.
Sounds continued to emanate from the shadows.
Mo Jiang couldn't make out what the sound was, but he could vaguely hear some kind of crying.
Without any hesitation or second thought, Mo Jiang transformed into a streak of crimson fire and charged straight forward.
The palm sliced through the shadows like a knife, cutting through the cocoon-like mass of resentment, revealing a terrified face within.
It was a face that had lost all color; the owner of that face had lost all color in his skin.
The blazing sun blade was held horizontally against Wang Meng's neck, burning away her resentment.