Lady Wraith raised her left hand, now nothing but bare bone radiating a faint green glow. Her fingers creaked and twisted as she threw back her head in a chilling, wicked laugh.
"Should I call you little girl, or young man? Quite amusing, really. Your ghost soul... heh."
As Lady Wraith spoke, she extended a bright red tongue and licked her skeletal hand.
All the ghosts behind her crowded forward, their eyes hungry and predatory. But with a wave of Lady Wraith’s hand, they retreated, drifting to the far edges of the room. Just then, a ball of green light floated in from a distance—I saw it was Three-Eyed. He landed silently on a rooftop, expressionless, and settled in comfortably.
"If they want to leave, just let them go, Lady Wraith."
"This is none of your business, Three-Eyed."
Lady Wraith spoke, extending her skeletal hand to point at Mona Ouyang, who hovered in midair.
"Clever, aren’t you? Dodged the fatal blow. Heh. Put that person down, and I’ll let today’s events slide."
Mona Ouyang smiled, then gently set Ouyang Weng down on the ground, standing protectively in front of him.
"And what if I refuse?"
"Then tonight, you die here."
Mona Ouyang pointed toward the edge of the ruined village, smiling as she spoke.
"There are plenty of humans over there—take as many as you want. This one, I’m taking with me. How about that?"
"You want to devour this Lost One too? Heh."
Just as Lady Wraith finished speaking, I saw Ouyang Weng raise his head, suspicion flickering in his eyes as he looked at Mona Ouyang.
"Don’t look at me. I have no interest in your flesh."
As Mona Ouyang spoke, she suddenly vanished. I looked over in a panic—she had reappeared behind Lady Wraith, reaching out with her hand.
"My Specter Web isn’t like the others, you know. Little girl, do you not want your hand anymore?"
As she spoke, I saw Mona Ouyang’s outstretched hand begin to crumble as if burned, turning to dust. The flesh and skin blackened and became smoke, until only bone remained. Her entire hand was rotting away. Mona Ouyang frowned and decisively cut off her own left hand with her right.
With a whoosh, Mona Ouyang retreated some distance, her gaze cold as she stared at Lady Wraith.
"Using resentment as your Wraith Armament, are you?"
"Surprised you know that much, little girl."
Lady Wraith said, pointing at Mona Ouyang and letting out a hissing laugh.
"Your ghost soul was injured just now. You’re not a Blue Wraith, nor an ordinary ghost. What exactly are you? Little girl, do you still want to keep fighting?"
"Abyssal Flood."
Suddenly, Mona Ouyang shouted. In an instant, fat raindrops began to fall from the sky. All around, wails erupted as the ghosts clutched their mouths, struggling to breathe. The downpour was torrential, as if water was being poured from the heavens.
In less than a minute, the entire village was like a vast ocean—winds howled, waves rose higher and higher, and torrents of water surged. Mona Ouyang’s figure had already vanished.
"Petty tricks." Raindrops fell on Lady Wraith, soaking her completely, but she showed no sign of injury. Suddenly, she let out a shrill cry and rushed toward the village entrance.
A surge of green light erupted, and in an instant, the ocean that had flooded the ruined village vanished, leaving only the ghosts still flailing and struggling.
It was Mona Ouyang. She grabbed Ouyang Weng and floated toward the edge of the ruined village.
"Little girl, if you won’t behave, then go die."
Suddenly, a mass of black energy enveloped Mona Ouyang completely. Terror flashed across her face as her body began to decay, turning into bare bones, and then, with the breeze, the bones crumbled to dust. Ouyang Weng collapsed to the ground, watching in horror.
Lady Wraith let out a piercing laugh, the sound whipping up violent winds and filling the air with a suffocating chill.
With a sharp crack, I saw a blade pierce Lady Wraith’s chest. She stared in disbelief at the purple blade protruding from the left side of her body.
"Had enough laughing yet?"
It was Mona Ouyang, smiling coldly. Lady Wraith let out a tremendous wail and, with a wave of her hand, a mass of black energy instantly turned Mona Ouyang to ash.
"Dreams have form. Within dreams lurk tangible dreams, and from those, new dreams are born. Reality is filled with lies, and within lies, reality is born. That is the nature of dreams..."
As Mona Ouyang chanted softly, countless versions of herself appeared around Lady Wraith, each one lifelike and vivid.
Lady Wraith clutched her chest, glaring viciously at the Mona Ouyangs surrounding her, shock clear on her face.
"My name is Dream. My nature is illusion..."
Suddenly, wild winds whipped through the space, and in an instant, the landscape was filled with wailing. The stunned ghosts were sliced to pieces, their bodies turning to ash in great swathes.
"I told you, I don’t want a massacre. It’s been many years, after all." Mona Ouyang’s voice echoed as if spoken by hundreds in unison.
"Don’t get too full of yourself, little girl."
Lady Wraith erupted with green light, then raised her skeletal hand. Waves of black energy swept over the Mona Ouyangs, turning them to ash.
"It’s useless. In the dream, no one—human or ghost—can escape."
As those Mona Ouyangs disappeared, new ones appeared instantly. No matter how Lady Wraith tried to destroy them, more Mona Ouyangs kept coming from every direction.
"You just won’t die, will you, little girl?"
Lady Wraith roared, then with a crack, tore out two of her own ribs, wielding them like blades as she slashed at four or five Mona Ouyangs in front of her.
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In an instant, those Mona Ouyangs were shattered.
"I told you, dreams may be dreams, but within them, there is reality..."
Another Mona Ouyang appeared behind Lady Wraith, this time holding a purple blade and stabbing toward her.
"Ah..."
Lady Wraith screamed again.
"Still want to keep fighting? Five of your ghost souls are already dead."
As Mona Ouyang spoke, Lady Wraith turned and swung her two ribs, instantly shattering the Mona Ouyang behind her into ash.
Yet, in that moment, I saw a cold smile appear at the corner of Lady Wraith’s mouth.
"Little girl, I told you not to get cocky. Did you forget? There’s more than just me—the Blue Wraith—here."
As soon as Lady Wraith finished speaking, I saw all the Mona Ouyangs around show the same expression—surprise.
"Lady Wraith, we’ve caught her—over here!"
It was Zhu Si. He burst in, brandishing a whip and lashing it at empty air. Instantly, the Mona Ouyang illusions around the room faded like mirages.
"I told you, little girl, don’t get cocky."
Lady Wraith shrieked, wielding her ribs as weapons, and charged at Mona Ouyang, who was struggling against the whip. With a crack, the two ribs pierced Mona Ouyang’s chest. Blood spurted from her mouth, and she looked to be in agony.
As the two ribs stabbed into Mona Ouyang’s body, wisps of black energy began to seep out.
"It’s over, little girl. Your ghost soul has been found."
My heart clenched. Mona Ouyang’s condition didn’t look like an illusion.
Zhu Si released the whip from Mona Ouyang, and she collapsed to the ground, her face twisted in pain.
Then Lady Wraith raised her hand, and Ouyang Weng, who had been frozen nearby, slowly floated toward her.
"Hmph. You dared to kill so many of my subordinates—and on my Burial Day, no less. I’ll turn you into my ghost slave, piece by piece, so you’ll never be reborn."
As Lady Wraith spoke, her skeletal hand gripped Ouyang Weng’s shoulder. With a sickening crack, Ouyang Weng screamed as blood sprayed, his entire left arm torn off. Lady Wraith opened her mouth wide and swallowed his arm whole.