Chapter 577 Look What You’ve Done!

Chapter 577: Look at What You’ve Done!

The giant black dog Xiao Hei, shrouded in dark mist, charged out first, its form sharp and swift as it cut through the oppressive air. This time, instead of swinging its claws as usual, it let the dense mist swirling around it surge outward, crackling with arcs of blue-white lightning. The electricity burst from its body like frenzied serpent tongues, hissing and dancing through the air, quickly merging with the blue flames. With a thunderous roar, lightning and fire erupted together!

In that instant, explosions rang out continuously among the withered branches, deafening like a string of firecrackers going off.

Right behind Xiao Hei, the Ghost Bride A Xi made her move. Since awakening, the fluctuations of the Red Moon’s power within her had taken a qualitative leap. Unlike before, when she could only attack with her sharp claws, her abilities had undergone a second mutation.

She stood there silently, beneath her crimson wedding dress, blood, like a living thing, slowly spread from her feet across the ground.

As the withered branches, scorched by lightning and blue flames, struggled to lunge at them, the blood surged upward like a curtain of liquid, blocking their path with astonishing speed. Though it appeared to be mere liquid, it held back the branches’ assault.

It had neither a heavy texture nor sharp aggression, but the sheets of blood tightly wrapped around the branches, preventing them from breaking free. The branches trembled violently in the blood, followed by a faint “sizzling—” sound echoing through the air, as if something were being slowly corroded.

It was truly touching that A Xi’s new ability after her mutation was not meant for offense, but for better protection.

“Flower,” the flower-adorned female ghost murmured softly, her voice drifting into everyone’s ears, tingling with sweetness.

At her call, Blood Epiphyllum, lurking in Su Bai’s shadow, extended its blood-red vines.

The female ghost raised her pale hand lightly, stepping gracefully to the Blood Vine’s side, and touched its tip with her finger.

After that touch, the already crimson vine instantly turned jet-black. The vine’s thorns, once as sharp as metal, turned a deep, ominous black-purple, gleaming with a chilling luster, as if reborn into venomous blades.

“Ayao, remember to control the spread of the poison. If it disperses through the air, that would be bad,” Su Bai said helplessly, “looking” at the female ghost adorned with the vibrant flower, reminding her seriously, “There are others here.”

The female ghost named Ayao was a master of poison, but in life, she had been a gentle and kind woman. She died filled with venomous resentment, all because of an unfortunate marriage.

Ayao slowly tilted her head, her face taking on a delicate, sorrowful expression, like a wronged bride.

“Master despises me too, just like that heartless one,” Ayao said, her gaze truly pitiable.

“…” As expected, Su Bai got a headache from her sudden outburst. He rubbed his forehead, his tone full of helplessness, “A Liang is listening through the puzzle too.”

Others might think Ayao was a heartbroken ghost who met a faithless lover, but Su Bai knew that Ayao and A Liang were a married ghost couple. The husband’s family had been doctors for generations and were well-off, but soon after their wedding, treacherous relatives murdered them for their money, killed and buried in the herb garden, sealed away forever.

Their obsession took root in blood and the smell of herbs. Their resentment was overwhelming, but they deeply loved each other.

Ayao’s poison was the deadliest in the world. And A Liang’s medicine was her only cure.

But that guy was a total pushover when it came to his wife. If his wife wasn’t happy, he wouldn’t make the antidote, even if bodies were everywhere.

In his past life, Su Bai ran into the villains who had hurt this couple in the nightmare game. Even in death, those villains clung to the property they had stolen, having long turned into bloodthirsty, man-eating ghosts. If Su Bai hadn’t broken the seal on the herb garden, letting the ghost couple get their revenge, it would have been tough to get rid of those ghosts hooked on flesh and blood.

He thought the ghost couple would turn on him after getting their revenge, but surprisingly, despite their huge resentment, their desire to live happily together held off their bloodlust.

So the Evil Ghost Puzzle became their home, and Su Bai became family.

As for playing the part of a bitter, venomous ghost in front of others, that might just be Ayao’s personal hobby.

But even though Ayao had some morbid tastes, she never slacked off.

The blood vine, now coated in venom, quickly wrapped around the nearby dead branches. “Its” already dry, ugly limbs were instantly tainted by Ayao’s venom, rapidly developing black spots. Those spots spread quickly, and parts of the branches even began to weather away.

The next second, the black umbrella transformed into a blade, severing the weathered, fragile branches. Compared to other attack methods, he preferred the feeling of personally cutting down the things he loathed.

“Look at what you’ve done—!”

The roar seemed to tear out from the depths of Hell, carrying extreme pain and fury, shaking the entire space in an instant.

“Its” cry held a twisted emotion—both shock and fear, mixed with a nearly mad obsession. Even as its extended branches were cut off, more branches protected the fleshy bubbles nurturing the “new life.”

But before “its” roar faded, the branches exploded one after another amid lightning and blue flames. The violent blasts were like a series of heavy thunderclaps, making the entire space tremble slightly.

The venom-coated blood vine greedily burrowed deeper into “its” core, like venomous snakes forcing their way into an enemy’s body, delivering the venomous power inch by inch into the depths of the branches.

Chi Yan and Le Shiya stared wide-eyed at the flames and the blood blocking their path. Even though the pain from their illness was unbearable, and the floor beneath them was cracking, they couldn’t tear their eyes away from the unprecedented sight.

They had never seen such a battle—blood surging, venomous vines rampaging, umbrella blades severing branches, and lightning and fire intertwining.

“What are you thinking?” Su Bai noticed Wu Hang beside him, his face deep in thought.

“If we could devour this thing’s power, the shop and your abilities could improve far more than when we devoured the Fog City last time,” Wu Hang said, his childish face serious, which only made him look cuter.

“What’s there to hesitate about?” Su Bai chuckled lightly, his tone filled with certainty. He understood that this “it” was different from the partial power of the Fog City Lord—this was a complete and formidable existence, containing a far greater and more dangerous force.

“You’ll suffer a lot,” Wu Hang said, tilting his head to look at him, his blood-red eyes showing conflict and a hint of softness. “It will be more painful than last time.”

“But it can help me, and one day let you cut loose more, right?” Su Bai smiled, as if he hadn’t taken the impending pain to heart. “Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of pain.”

He paused, then added softly, “Not only am I not afraid, I’m actually happy.”

“I hate being alone. I hate the helplessness of not being able to do what I want.” He lifted his head, gazing at the magnificent scene of destruction in the center of the battlefield. “And now, I’m moving away from everything I hate. That’s a good thing.”

It was at this moment that Jie Ying, who had been quietly watching everything, didn’t focus on the branches being destroyed by lightning, fire, and venomous vines.

She simply stared at the “fruits” floating at the junctions of the tree trunks.

She let out a slow breath, murmuring to herself—

“They’re right here.”