Chapter 61: The Ritual — I Am Very Angry
Master Wuchen continued upward. Every step of the staircase was plastered with talismans by his hand, while Su Han gripped her protective charm tightly and walked with even greater caution.
Just as they were about to reach the second floor, the yin energy that had been suppressed earlier suddenly surged several times stronger in an instant. Wails of ghosts echoed all around.
Listening closely, Su Han could even make out a few clear phrases.
“I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die—give me your life, I want your life…”
“Waaah… why didn’t you save me, why didn’t you save me? I’m dead—so you all have to die too…”
“I want to kill you! Why didn’t the police arrest you, why?! You were the one who ran me over and killed me…”
All of a sudden, countless ghostly faces appeared above their heads, emitting the stench of rot as they glared viciously at the two of them.
Su Han felt her scalp prickle in terror. Among the largest of those ghostly faces, she actually recognized Zhao Qilin and Bai Xiye!
Countless ghost faces crowded together at the ceiling, as if forming an enormous formation.
Master Wuchen said calmly, “There’s no need to be afraid. The talismans I’ve placed form an Eight Trigrams Ghost-Repelling Array. These evil ghosts and wronged spirits cannot break this old monk’s formation.”
However, just as his words fell, the evil ghosts within the ghost-gathering array seemed to be stimulated by something. Fearless of death, they all dove downward together, mouths wide open as they lunged to devour the two of them.
Master Wuchen’s expression changed. He began silently chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The next moment, the talismans pasted around them ignited spontaneously, without any wind. They rose into the air on their own and flew toward the charging evil ghosts.
When the talismans struck the ghosts’ faces, towering flames instantly erupted. The fire was even redder and fiercer than ordinary flames. Roaring infernos surrounded the entire ceiling, trapping the evil ghosts inside and burning them.
The ghosts let out piercing, ear-splitting shrieks, each one more miserable than the last.
Su Han watched with her own eyes as those evil ghosts were reduced to ashes in the raging fire.
When all the ghosts had been completely annihilated, the burning talismans also turned into black ash and fell to the ground.
Su Han let out a huge sigh of relief. “Master, are all those evil ghosts completely destroyed?”
Master Wuchen nodded—but suddenly, a thin line of fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Su Han screamed in fright. “Master!”
Master Wuchen waved a hand at her. “It’s nothing. This old monk simply didn’t expect the ghost-gathering formation to be this powerful, so it consumed quite a bit of my energy.”
Feeling guilty, Su Han hesitated for a long moment before saying with difficulty, “Master, if it’s not possible… then let’s—let’s give up.”
Master Wuchen shook his head. “If I hadn’t come, it would be one thing. But now that this old monk is here, I must rescue the person from that fierce ghost.”
At last, the two of them reached the second floor and stood before the final door.
Master Wuchen bit his finger and drew a Buddhist character on the door with his blood, then struck it with his palm, smashing it open.
Su Han rushed in right behind him.
The room was not as dark as she had imagined. The moonlight was beautiful that night; silvery light streamed in through the window, draping everything in the room with a hazy, gauze-like glow.
A man sat by the bed with his back to them, his head lowered as he looked at the woman lying on it.
On the large bed, a woman lay at the center. All around her were strange symbols drawn in blood, and a ring of candles burning with an eerie green light surrounded her body. The ghostly glow illuminated the woman’s face, making her already pretty features look even paler and more lifeless.
She looked peaceful… and deathly still.
Su Han’s gaze darkened abruptly.
It was Bai Mo.
Master Wuchen grabbed Su Han, who was about to rush forward, and stared gravely at the man before them—or rather… the male ghost.
At that moment, the man slowly turned his head.
He was wearing a snow-white shirt. Though his complexion was somewhat pale, his features were still exquisitely handsome. A smile curved his lips, his eyes lifeless and unmoving, cold and unfathomably deep.
“What a bunch of trash,” he said lightly. “You actually made it up here so quickly.”
“Fu Yu! What exactly did you do to Momo?” Su Han shouted angrily.
Fu Yu’s lips curved upward, his smile full of delight. “Momo is doing very well. Soon, she’ll be able to be with me forever.”
“Be with you how? Are you trying to turn her into a fierce ghost like yourself?!” Su Han clenched her fists tightly.
Fu Yu tilted his head slightly, displeased. “A fierce ghost? No. How could I bear that? I only want to turn Momo into a puppet of flesh and blood—one that won’t rot and won’t die. Not an ordinary dead puppet. She’ll be a puppet with flesh and blood and her own consciousness. But—
“First, I need to kill her, and then seal her soul inside this body. That way, she can stay with me forever. How wonderful.”
Su Han’s heart jolted. “Forever? How ridiculous! Have you ever thought about whether Bai Mo would still be Bai Mo after becoming a puppet? Even if she has her own consciousness, will she laugh? Will she dance? She’ll never feel her heartbeat again, never feel warmth. She won’t be happy—she’ll only hate you!”
Su Han had already smelled the sharp stench of blood. She saw that both of Bai Mo’s wrists were bleeding!
This demon was actually trying to kill Bai Mo!
Fu Yu’s gaze turned ferocious, yet his lips curved into another smile.
He stared greedily at the woman within the blood array and said tenderly, “What does it matter? As long as she can stay by my side forever, even if she hates me, I don’t care.” His words even carried a trace of indulgent sweetness.
Then he continued cheerfully, “I used to feel extremely unwilling about dying like that, but now I’m very happy. Now I can stay by Momo’s side every day, watch her smile, freely admire her privacy. Do you know how adorable she is? I never realized it before.”
“This feeling is simply too wonderful. I’ve never felt so satisfied. But—”
His tone abruptly turned icy and biting. “Why are there so many annoying people in this world? Don’t say things you shouldn’t say, and don’t fantasize about things you shouldn’t fantasize about. Otherwise, I will get very angry.”
A chill ran through Su Han’s heart. “So because of such a ridiculous reason, you killed two innocent people and drove a psychologist insane?”
And now—even the woman he loved most, he wanted to kill.
“Su Han, you brought this old bald donkey here today and interrupted Momo’s ritual. I’m very unhappy about that too,” Fu Yu said gently, but his gaze grew increasingly sinister.
While Su Han was stalling for time with Fu Yu, Master Wuchen had more or less recovered. He stepped in front of her, shielding her, and faced the fierce ghost with palms pressed together.
“Amitabha. Ghost benefactor, this old monk advises you to let go of your obsession and return to the cycle of heaven and earth.”
Fu Yu sneered. He bent down and placed a kiss on Bai Mo’s forehead, then stood up and walked toward Master Wuchen.
“Old bald donkey, haven’t you already come prepared to take me in? If that’s the case, then spare me these hypocritical words.”
