Chapter 79: Chapter 79

Chapter 79: You Must Treat Her Well

At the King of Chu’s mansion.

As the connected lines of cause and effect broke, Ghost Face also took a deep breath: “I hope everything goes smoothly.”

“How are your injuries? Do you need me to give you a few acupuncture treatments?”

Bai Shi looked at Ghost Face, whose bandages were stained red, and silently took out his set of golden needles as he asked.

“That won’t be necessary. It’s just some internal injuries, not life-threatening.”

Ghost Face hurriedly raised his hand to refuse.

Bai Shi’s medical skills were good in every aspect, except for acupuncture, which could torment a person to death, especially him.

No one could guarantee that Bai Shi wouldn’t suddenly decide to try some strange experiments on him.

Hearing this, Bai Shi disappointedly put away his golden needles.

Ghost Face took a moment to recover before standing up: “Bai Shi, I’m going out of the city to wait for them. The king’s mansion is in your hands.”

“Alright,” Bai Shi nodded in agreement.

Ghost Face removed the seal of the black coffin, stuffed the evil spirit into his sleeve, and then walked out with the silver-armored corpse puppet.

Thirty miles from Tianwu City.

Yin Ze stumbled a few steps with his package, reaching out to steady himself against a tree trunk while gasping for air.

Only one immortal doll left.

Who exactly was this pursuer?

He was completely unable to sense the other person’s breath, and every time he sensed it, death was imminent.

He had already died three times. If not for the four immortal dolls he carried blocking those fatal blows each time, he would have long been a cold corpse by now.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought of fighting back. Summoning the evil spirits he raised required taking out sacrificial objects, but his opponent never gave him time to prepare.

The only evil spirit he had managed to summon to help him escape had already been brutally destroyed by his pursuer’s blade.

“It seems they haven’t caught up yet...”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Yin Ze took out a dried hand from his package.

He prayed in his heart that this evil spirit could buy him more time.

Yin Hai stood on the tree and looked quietly at Yin Ze right below him.

“Crack!”

As his feet touched the ground, Yin Hai sheathed his blade and looked down. There lay a cloth doll with Yin Ze’s name and birth date written on it. The doll’s chest was torn open, with black insects constantly crawling out.

Turning around, Yin Zai nodded with his eyes slightly focused after receiving the message, then turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared on the spot.

“So quick?”

Yin Hai turned to Torch Dragon and spoke.

Torch Dragon said calmly, “Sparring with you is still more interesting.”

“We’ll request guidance from His Highness another day,” Yin Hai said without refusing as he hoisted Yin

Ze over his shoulder.

“Good.”

Torch Dragon transformed his sword. The frozen cyan giant hand burst into a pillar of fire from within, burning into a wisp of blue smoke amidst the wails of countless wronged souls.

After quickly checking the surroundings, the two disappeared from the spot.

Elsewhere, Wolf Head and Fu Sheng had long since left, leaving only a scene of devastation.

Suddenly, a tentacle extended from beneath Gu Yu’s severed head, inching towards his body.

Moments later, Gu Yu stood up, twisting his neck, and laughed grotesquely: “What a waste of a life, but I’m finally free, hehehe.”

“Good, now without restrictions, it’s time to return to India and settle accounts with those bald monks.”

Saying this, Gu Yu didn’t dare waste more words and quickly ran off in another direction.

After Gu Yu left, over ten members of the Martial Guard Division arrived at the scene. They couldn’t hide their shock at the battlefield before them; this level of combat was probably only something a few high-ranking officials could participate in.

“I’ll wait here for Lord Bai Hu. You go check those corpses over there.”

“Yes, General!”

In the mountains, at an unnamed cave, Shen Jun and the others gradually arrived.

E Lai threw the half-dead Mo Nan to the ground, laughing: “He’s still clinging to life.”

“Mm, leave him there for now.” Ghost Face sat cross-legged, using his soul-searching technique on the equally half-dead Yin Ze. Yin Ze’s disciple, Luo Yue, lay nearby.

Deep in the cave, the silver-armored corpse puppet was frantically gnawing on the evil spirit. The sound of falling copper scales could be heard from time to time. Once it finished devouring the evil spirit, it would advance from a semi-finished product to a finished one.

At the Heavenly Gate Pavilion.

Shen Yian chose to give up resistance: “This student has lost.”

“It’s over,” Lu Wenxuan smiled slightly.

Shen Yian nodded and repeated: “It’s over.”

“How are the wedding preparations coming along?” Lu Wenxuan picked up his teacup, speaking in the tone of an elder.

“In response to the teacher, this student has everything prepared.”

“Good, in the future, you must treat her well.”

These words made Shen Yian’s old face blush involuntarily.

“This student will never let her down.”