Bang! A surge of malevolent energy steamed up from the ground. I glared furiously at the Mother Goddess Nuwa before me—Rufina Howard had vanished completely. Enraged, I slammed my fist into the earth.
"Bastard, that bastard..."
I roared in anger. The enemy's true face—I finally knew it. As a gust of wind howled, seven Ghost Souls appeared behind me one after another. A hand pressed down on my shoulder.
"Ethan Zhang, just what is that thing..."
Mr. Brown asked. I struggled to restrain my furious heart, then stood up and looked at the seven Ghost Souls behind me.
"It's the same kind of existence as us," Nora Northwood said coolly, her suspicion evident.
Spirit Snake spoke, slowly extending a hand. I saw a hint of black, like a torn fragment of paper, gradually fading away in his palm.
Yuna Ji spoke coldly.
I enunciated each word. Mr. Brown smiled faintly.
Among my Ghost Souls, if I divide them into physical and virtual types, Spirit Snake, Zhu Tang, Yin Ghost, Resentful Ghost, and Wailer are all physical, while Desire Ghost and Curse Ghost are virtual.
"What do we do, Ethan Zhang, what do we do now?"
The Eastern Emperor rushed before me, his face urgent. The other three Guardians stood by the Mother Goddess Nuwa, faces pale, staring helplessly at the spot where Rufina Howard had vanished.
Such a power is truly terrifying. Imagine a violent soul forcibly twisted—if gentle thoughts were planted inside, his very nature would shift, turning him into something gentle, unfamiliar, and wrong.
As for where Rufina Howard had gone, I had no idea, not even a clue—no trace of the Thought Ghost.
How ironic—why did things go wrong just days after leaving the Hall of Malignant Thought? Why was it that nothing happened all those years she spent in the living world? Heh.
Yuna Ji spoke coldly.
Suddenly, a gentle female voice echoed in my mind. Startled, I looked around.
"Zhang Qingyuan, what you said—can it really be trusted?" Nora Northwood's voice was icy. I didn't know how the Thought Ghost did it, but at this moment, something was wrong with Yuna Ji too. I sensed a chilling murderous intent emanating from her body, and the three Guardians had tightened their grip on her tailbone. A surge of black-green energy kept leaking out—this was the aura of the Domain of the Dead.
The Western Guardian squatted before the Mother Goddess Nuwa, eyes closed, sensing for a long while. His expression turned grim.
Anyone possessing the aura of Asura, please stop now.
My mind buzzed. I clenched my fists. It wasn't just human will—the will of ghosts, even the will of anything with a mind—could be forcibly twisted by the Thought Ghost. This power was like the black energy, but instead of memories, it planted ideas, warping you from the inside.
Thunder rumbled. The ground split open. Steam rose from the lake. The three Guardians were bound, utterly immobilized by Yuna Ji's bone tail.
The Northern Guardian shouted, and in that instant, the Eastern Emperor floated to the Mother Goddess Nuwa.
I didn't know how the Thought Ghost managed it, but Yuna Ji was in danger too. I felt a cold murderous intent emanating from her, the three Guardians' grip on her bone tail tightening, and a surge of black-green energy—the chill of the Domain of the Dead—spilling out.
In the moment Yuna Ji relaxed, the three Guardians transformed into golden light and moved near the Mother Goddess Nuwa. The Eastern Emperor seemed desperate to stop something, but the three had already entered the statue.
A gentle, alluring voice rang out. In an instant, I saw the three Guardians expelled from the Mother Goddess Nuwa. I swallowed hard—the crushing force vanished, and everything returned to calm.
The Western Guardian stared at us in astonishment.