Chapter 150
Chapter 150
As they drew closer, Xi Qiu noticed the group. The instant he saw Shang Yan, he stopped timidly.
Qiao Yu caught the charging Shi Xingguang and chopped the back of his neck. Shi Xingguang collapsed.
Xi Qiu’s planted foot shifted, but he never took the step forward. Instead, he shouted with more bluster than courage, “What are you doing?”
Qiao Yu could not understand how such a tall boy could be so spineless.
He had not dared face public criticism beside his girlfriend, nor could he stand up for a friend. Hesitant and irresponsible-his good looks were wasted.
“Don’t panic.” Luo Yunmeng stepped forward. “We mean no harm. Your friend encountered a ghost and was terrified. We had no choice but to knock him out. The equipment room has stronger Yin energy. We feared he’d hurt himself.”
She rummaged inside her robe for ages and finally found a wrinkled yellow talisman. She slapped it onto Shi Xingguang’s forehead. “One moon, one palace, the cycle begins anew. When Yin arises, depart and evade calamity.”
Luo Yunmeng was reliable when it mattered. The talisman instantly calmed Shi Xingguang. He stopped trembling and looked asleep.
An unexplained chill slowly drifted over, like an air conditioner set to its lowest temperature.
Xi Qiu sensed it first. He hugged his arms and shivered, suddenly remembering Shi Xingguang’s repeated cries of “Xiao Dai’s Noose.”
He hurried forward and hid behind Luo Yunmeng, who had treated him most kindly.
Luo Yunmeng shoved Shi Xingguang into his arms and murmured as she retreated, “Stay away. I still need my doctorate. Handsome men, back, back, back!”
Xi Qiu: “…”
Amid the chaos, the Chopstick Spirit emerged from the teaching building, heading directly for Shi Xingguang.
Luo Yunmeng stepped forward, brushed her fingers before Xi Qiu’s eyes, produced a horsetail whisk from nowhere, and shouted, “Yang brings fortune, Yin brings disaster. Heaven and earth connect-open!”
Pain flashed through Xi Qiu’s eyes. When he opened them, he saw a terrifying malicious ghost floating closer.
“Aaaaaah!”
His legs collapsed. He scrambled backward, forgetting Shi Xingguang entirely as survival instinct drove him away.
Luo Yunmeng nearly died of anger. “I opened your spiritual sight so you could carry the chubby kid away from the malicious ghost! Why the fuck are you this useless?!”
Qiao Yu shook his head. They had even angered their top student into swearing.
Laughing madly, the Chopstick Spirit reached toward Shi Xingguang. A bloody noose hung from her wet hands and snapped around his neck.
Luo Yunmeng could not stand aside. As Master Guan’s disciple, her first rule on entering Mount Mao had been to drive out evil and save the world. She could not retreat.
Her whisk transformed into a red whip and lashed the Chopstick Spirit. The whip tangled with the bloodstained noose, locking them in a stalemate.
The Chopstick Spirit sneered. Her resentment inexplicably multiplied as if controlled by an unknown power. With a hideous smile, she dragged Luo Yunmeng closer.
A Soul-Locking Nail shot from her leg and plunged toward Luo Yunmeng’s skull!
Luo Yunmeng stared.
Wasn’t that thing meant to lock the ghost’s soul? How could she use it as a weapon?
This Chopstick Spirit was deeply sinister!
Shang Yan’s Soul-Hooking Chain flew out. Strangely, the usually infallible chain failed-the nail slipped through a gap between its links.
Even Shang Yan froze, gravity entering his eyes.
At the critical instant, a figure shot forward.
Just before the Soul-Locking Nail reached Luo Yunmeng’s head, Qiao Yu’s pale fingers closed around its tip, stopping the icy spike with ease.
Time seemed to stop.
The Soul-Locking Nail trembled with Qiao Yu’s hand. Dense resentment surged out, treating him like a vessel to inhabit.
His grape-black eyes became flooded with ink until even the whites turned pitch-black.
Rare panic appeared on Shang Yan’s face. He hurried forward, but Luo Yunmeng stopped his hand just before it touched Qiao Yu’s shoulder. “Don’t move! It’s dangerous!”
“Let go!”
Ignoring him, Luo Yunmeng gripped his wrist harder. “You’ll hurt him if you go over.”
Shang Yan stilled, but his eyes reddened.
“I vaguely remember Master saying… Doomed Fates. The Blind School found several people with Doomed Fates.”
“What does that mean?” Kong Xianya paced anxiously.
Luo Yunmeng stared at the Chopstick Spirit’s suddenly whitening eyes, her voice trembling. “Hatred meets hatred, forming the baleful force of a Doomed Fate! This Chopstick Spirit has an unusual destiny.
“She’s searching for a vessel… Baleful transference. It’s the Blind School’s specialty. That website on your phone… they must have created it!”
“How do we stop it?” Shang Yan cared about nothing else. He only wanted to know what to do.
Luo Yunmeng’s warning kept him still, terrified that one wrong move would worsen everything.
“I don’t know…” Luo Yunmeng was nearly crying. “But if baleful transference is interrupted, the vessel immediately explodes! Master… right, call Master!”
She fumbled out her phone, then exploded at the screen. “Signal! There’s no signal!”
Kong Xianya hurriedly checked hers with the same result. The dense resentment had blocked all communication.
Clouds rapidly gathered, blotting out the sky and plunging everyone into lightless night, as if brewing an enormous conspiracy.
The Chopstick Spirit looked at the supreme “vessel” and laughed. “I told you we walk the same path… With you, I don’t need that defective Shen Shi anymore! Hahahaha…”
She slowly approached Qiao Yu. When she came within arm’s reach, the young man blinked rapidly and seized her bluish-white throat.
The Chopstick Spirit stared at his restored black-and-white eyes. “You… How are you still conscious?”
Qiao Yu curved his lips. His innocent smile carried inexplicable madness. In his other hand, he spun the Soul-Locking Nail through his long fingers like a pen.
Then, under the Chopstick Spirit’s shocked gaze, he pinched the slender nail and applied slight pressure…
The indestructible Soul-Locking Nail crumbled into dust and vanished in the wind!
The moon peeked from behind the clouds, spilling silver light over the scene. Everyone stared as the situation instantly reversed.
No one knew how Qiao Yu had escaped control or how much strength he had used to crush the nail wrapped in strange energy.
The Chopstick Spirit suddenly shrieked. With the nail gone, her resentment thinned, and she tried to flee.
But her previously reliable escape method failed. She had lost the ability to turn into fog! Like a dying fish pinned to a chopping block, every thrash carried mortal despair.
The young man watched carelessly, his hand tightening around her neck. The instant of death stretched endlessly. She… experienced suffocation all over again.
“Who… who are… you?”
The Chopstick Spirit struggled to ask his origin.
Qiao Yu seemed possessed. His entire presence transformed, cold as a machine. “A malicious ghost is born from injustice. An evil ghost is born from a corrupted heart. You are an evil ghost. You deserve to disappear…”