Chapter 633 - 393: Ghoul Trait II

Chapter 633: Chapter 393: Ghoul Trait II

HISSS~

The sound of hissing tongues echoed through the dark and silent surroundings.

On the slick ground, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of creatures seemed to be slithering slowly.

The sound of scales scraping against the brick and stone floor rose and fell in waves.

One after another, snakes and pythons with scales of black or deathly white darted out from every corner.

They coiled around the woman, their pairs of eyes, seemingly possessing human intelligence, fixed on the cold-faced Han Ning.

In their midst, the woman’s beautiful face lent the scene an eerie, bewitching quality, diluting some of the terror.

One hand clutched at her heart as she floated step by step in her embroidered slippers to the bottom of the stairs where Han Ning stood. She cupped her cheek with her other hand, its nails painted red. "What a handsome young master."

"Enough with the smoke and mirrors."

Han Ning snorted coldly, and the air around him rippled.

"HISSS~ ROAR!!!"

A frigid aura surged forth.

A powerful dragon’s cry echoed through the courtyard.

A snow-white Flood Dragon shot into the sky. It looked down upon the sea of snakes and pythons below like a King surveying his subjects.

Under the pressure of Egg Pancake’s Dragon’s Might, the bodies of all the snakes and pythons began to tremble violently. They were suppressed by a vast Power, unable to move an inch.

"Kill them!" Han Ning’s tone was ruthless.

"HISSS!"

A cold, icy light glinted in Egg Pancake’s eyes.

In the center of its Ice Crystal-like irises were dark, vertical pupils.

A blue-white frigid light flickered across the surface of its pupils.

CRACKLE~

Frigid air swept rapidly through the courtyard.

The green-clothed woman’s ashen face showed no change in expression as she suddenly stopped speaking.

Her long hair moved without any Wind, instantly transforming into a dense mass of fine black threads that snaked toward Han Ning and Egg Pancake.

WHOOSH~

A cold Wind blew past.

Layers of blue Ice Crystals formed on the surface of all the long snakes.

The green-clothed woman’s mouth was slightly agape. Her Body, stiff and motionless, had completely turned into a blue ice sculpture.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was frozen, and even the gases moving through the air had come to a standstill.

The thousands of root-like black threads that had erupted from behind the green-clothed woman also froze, her entire body encased in thick, solid Ice.

「A dozen or so seconds later...」

"Heh."

Han Ning exhaled a plume of frosty white air. He looked at the motionless woman before him and gave a light cough.

’I thought this would be a tough fight.’

’But before I could even catch my breath, Egg Pancake finished the opponent...’

He walked up to the frozen woman, opened his palm, and placed it on her head.

TZZZ~

Dark smoke rose from his palm.

The Energy on his panel began to increase rapidly.

Energy +123→157→199→256→312→380...6752.

It continued until he could no longer absorb any more Energy.

The frozen swarm of snakes on the ground had already completely vanished.

’This swarm of snakes... they were all Extraordinary Creatures, and they didn’t seem much weaker than the woman.’

’Back then, when Li Changxi and the others risked their lives to kill just one, it gave me over 300 Energy.’

’Now, all the snakes on the ground combined have given me over 6,000 Energy!’

As the swarm of snakes disappeared, another Illusion Realm unfolded before his eyes:

The scene was still the bright main hall of the courtyard villa, but the image was somewhat blurry and distorted.

A handsome man with sharp brows and bright eyes sat behind a low table.

He wore a moon-white robe, his waterfall of long hair held up by a jade pin, and a faint smile played on his lips.

At this moment, the man was swirling a wine cup, his head propped on one hand. He listened with his eyes closed to the soft, melodious whispers coming from across the room.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon cease to be? Of bygone days, how much can we know?"

The voice belonged to that beautiful woman.

Her delicate frame spun several times, her skirt billowing, as she sang again:

"In my small chamber, the east wind blew again last night; I cannot bear to look back on my lost homeland beneath the bright moonlight!"

"The carved railings and jade stairs must still be there, only the rosy cheeks have faded."

Her waist swayed as she took lotus-like steps, slowly moving toward the man’s table.

She bent low to pour wine, circled around the large table, and leaned in to offer the cup to the man’s lips. Her own fragrant lips parted slightly. "I ask you, sir, how much sorrow can one have? It is just like..."

Before she could finish the verse, she let out a soft cry as the man pulled her into his arms. Wine spilled all over them. She opened her misty eyes, looking as if she wanted to speak, yet held back. "Lü Lang... I am tired."

The man chuckled softly, took her earlobe in his mouth, and whispered in her ear, "Then let your husband help you loosen up your bones."

The woman’s eyes reddened slightly, and she panted softly.

"Mm... Lü Lang, do you love me?"

"Of course. Meeting you, Ni’Er, is the greatest fortune of my life."

A look of deep affection on his face, the man picked up a cup of wine and took a light sip.

"Ni’Er, are you willing to entrust your heart to me?"

"Not just my heart, my entire being... is yours."

"Then that’s wonderful."

"PUCHI!"

"Lü... Lü Lang~"

She looked down in disbelief.

"THUMP... THUMP..."

In his long, slender hand, a heart, dripping with fresh blood, was beating powerfully.

...

The scene shattered.

In Han Ning’s hand, a black heart had appeared.

[

Item Name: Heart of Resentment

Rarity: Extraordinary

Introduction: The heart of a person who died unjustly, filled with intense bitterness and resentment. A cursed object created using evil Magic.

Can be used as a raw material for sequence promotion.

]

’This is? Her lingering obsession from when she was alive?’

In the dark, ruined courtyard, Han Ning saw the once-imperious woman kneeling before him, looking frail and weak.

Her Body was rapidly fading away.

"I am of the Li Clan. Because I mistakenly trusted a fiend, I was murdered by him. The resentment in my heart caused me to lose my senses. It is thanks to you, Master, that my mind has been cleared."

’Master? Does she think I’m some kind of expert who slays demons and exorcises evil?’

Han Ning recalled her earlier eerie appearance and asked:

"Who was the man who killed you in your lingering obsession? What era are you from?"

"That man... he was called the Jade-Faced Young Master. He tricked me, saying his family was from Ningzhou City and that he was a successful scholar... Who knew he would turn out to be such a heartless, wretched man."