"Whose ghost domain is this, really?"
I muttered under my breath, afraid, and kept walking. I’d heard about ghost domains many times before—they were strange, mysterious things. The first I’d ever seen belonged to Violet Swallow; her ghost domain was filled with countless ghosts, almost like a village.
When Yin Choujian and I entered, our appearances changed according to our strength, turning us into characters from that ghost domain. Back then, neither of us had enough power to resist the domain’s influence, so our forms shifted.
Now, my body hadn’t changed at all. I slowly floated up, drifting into the small bamboo grove, moving forward among the stalks.
Yet something puzzled me. I could clearly hear a commotion, but this bamboo forest seemed endless. No matter how far I drifted, the noise and lights always seemed just out of reach. I stopped.
"You’ve been bewitched by a higher-level Blue Wraith."
Victor Wu reminded me. I nodded—he was right. I must have been bewitched by a Blue Wraith stronger than me. I quickly began to retract my ghostly threads. Usually, a ghost can confuse a weaker one using these threads, but I didn’t sense anything unusual from mine. I let go, and the AK47 vanished from my hand.
"Who are you? Show yourself."
I roared, but only my own echo answered, drifting through the bamboo grove. There was no response.
Victor Wu said, and I had no choice but to return to the main path. With a wave of my hands, two Type 54 pistols appeared in my grip—my most familiar weapons. Though not very powerful, I could conjure them in less than a second.
Wu Zheng said, and I had no choice but to return to the main path. With a wave of my hands, two Type 54 pistols appeared in my grip—my most familiar weapons. Though not very powerful, I could conjure them in less than a second.
To guard against a sudden attack, I loaded my left pistol with Yin energy bullets and my right with Resentment bullets.
Gradually, my eyes turned gold and red. Everything around me became clear—every movement, every rustle. Even the path of falling bamboo leaves in the night sky was sharply visible. I raised my hand and, with a bang, fired a wind bullet.
The bullet shredded a falling bamboo leaf to bits. If the enemy attacked, my Serpent Eyes would catch it—there was no escape. I walked down the path, pistols in hand.
The target was obvious—it had to be Wu Zheng. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be such a coincidence.
Thinking carefully, I suddenly stopped. Maybe this had something to do with the people from the Underworld. It was just a guess, but only the ten Guides and I knew about this. Su Yuan knew too, but he was so badly injured, he couldn’t do anything.
In the past few days here, I’d seen several Guides from the Underworld working with Ghost Messengers. Why did all ten Guides return at the same time? It had to be a setup.
I couldn’t help but sneer.
"No need for all this trouble. If you want Wu Zheng, just come out."
I shouted again. Just then, a strange sound reached me. It was soft, almost gentle—a melody I felt I’d heard somewhere before. The instrument made a pipa sound. I hurried toward it.