The Player Borne Image Responds, Not Expecting Mu Li Is Attached…
“Ghost King?”
Everyone stopped being calm at this. They never expected that the entity attached to Mu Li was not just an ordinary ghost at all.
Mu Li raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of his teammates’ expressions. Intertwined within them were three parts surprise, three parts heartache, and four parts anger.
“No, you guys actually believe him?”
“Why shouldn’t they believe him? Reincarnation is severed; only by becoming a Ghost King, and then using a human body to conceal the heavenly secrets, can one endure in the human world forever.” The mortician suddenly took on a bitterly hateful appearance.
“You succeeded, but what right do you have to stop me!”
“So this child will be devoured by you the moment it is born, and when you usurp the nest, you will become the Ghost King?” Mu Li’s face sank.
“Who told him to run into me, of course.” The mortician laughed exceptionally arrogantly.
These people couldn’t kill him. That red-haired guy would eventually run out of stamina; it was impossible for him to keep controlling him forever.
Once the child was born, no one could stop him anymore.
“The painting gave him life beyond ordinary people, such a special fetus, this is simply an opportunity given to me by the heavens!”
“The painting?”
Mu Li just wanted to ask something when he noticed Pei Kanyan’s body sway. Leaning against a pillar, his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
“Why is he burning up so much?” He placed his hand on Pei Kanyan’s forehead.
“I’m fine.” Pei Kanyan violently pushed him away.
Mu Li reached out and unbuttoned his top: “Whether you’re fine or not, I’ll see for myself.”
The Fire of Taboo had already spread to his neck, ceaselessly devouring his body.
Not good!
Mu Li immediately grabbed the mortician by the collar: “Where is the painting?”
“You know about the painting too? That painting is simply too miraculous.” A look of reminiscence appeared on the mortician’s face. “That woman actually vanished into thin air right in front of the painting.”
Mu Li furrowed his brow.
Shu Lan had been locked inside the world of the painting.
That was why no one could find the victim, and why the perpetrator had escaped the sanction of the law.
Wait, judging from the implication of the mortician’s words, could it be that he didn’t know the place they were currently in was actually the painting itself?
“You stole her child; don’t you even recognize her?” Mu Li grabbed the mortician’s head, forcing him to look at Shu Lan.
“What?” Following the line of sight, the mortician looked over and saw the female reporter-dressed girl.
That woman was carefully wiping the jar with a handkerchief.
Although he couldn’t remember the woman’s face clearly, he still had some impression of this outfit. Shock rose on his face, but he immediately dismissed the thought.
“No, you’re tricking me. It can’t be her. How could she possibly come out?”
“Perhaps she never came out of the painting at all?” Mu Li’s tone was icy, shattering the mortician’s illusions.
Never came out of the painting?
“Impossible, how is this possible?”
The mortician looked at the youth, finding that person’s eyes filled with mockery.
He suddenly thought of something, disbelief covering his face as a breakdown gradually set in: “I am real, she is the fake one! You’re lying to me!”
The mortician began to struggle violently.
Feng Yi held onto his own hand tightly, blood flowing from both his eyes and his ears.
Seeing that his teammate’s hand was already twisted, Mu Li spoke up.
“No, no, no, let go. Leave the rest to me.” He grabbed Feng Yi’s wrist.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the mortician broke free from the restraint, reached out, and grabbed toward them.
Mu Li was just about to attack the mortician when Pei Kanyan stepped forward, looking like he was about to strike again.
In his anxiety, Mu Li pivoted to grab Pei Kanyan: “I said leave it to me.”
Yet he never expected that just as he blocked this one, he couldn’t stop the other.
Feng Yi looked at Shu Lan with difficulty; if the mortician hadn’t hidden her in the painting, how could the murderer have possibly remained at large?
He glanced over at the jar in Shu Lan’s hand. Enduring the torment of being plagued by evil ghosts, that was merely an unborn child.
He looked at the countless passengers killed in the station; they were all innocent.
“He deserves to die!”
In the end, Feng Yi looked at the mortician with bitter hatred. Disregarding his own injuries, he used all his strength to tear the doll apart.
The soul of the evil ghost was forcibly yanked out from the passenger’s body.
It turned out to be an evil ghost exuding a sour, rotten aura.
The mortician let out a roar with a ferocious expression, hurriedly covering his wound, but there was no way to recall the ghostly Qi overflowing from the cracks.
“No.”
Terror filled his face as he watched his ghostly Qi gradually dissipate.
The controlled passengers also collapsed, and the entire ghost turned into a pile of ashes.
Dead.
Yet at this moment, Feng Yi collapsed limply onto the ground, blood bleeding from all seven orifices, almost completely overdrawing his life force.
“You guys, one after another!”
Mu Li’s vision went black.
Did none of his teammates take themselves seriously?
There were no revival coins here if you died.
Sighing, he used his sleeve to wipe the blood from Feng Yi’s face.
“What are you doing? Trying to launch a sneak attack while I’m weak?” Feng Yi leaned backward, looking on guard.
Then he forcibly stood up and patted his chest: “Let me tell you, I’m doing great.”
“I…” Mu Li was at a loss for words, taking a deep breath.
Fine.
Suddenly, Pei Kanyan couldn’t hold it in anymore. Clutching his chest, he cried out in agonizing pain: “Ouch.”
Anxiously, Mu Li turned right back: “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. Go check on his injuries. I’m fine, I won’t burn to death anyway.” Pei Kanyan pushed the youth away.
“Wait, I’ll get you some water to cool down.” Even if it couldn’t put out the fire, it would at least feel a bit better. Mu Li began rummaging through his crossbody bag.
He thought the matter had come to a temporary close.
Who would have thought that at this moment, a blood-colored rune would surface on the surface of the jar?
“What is that?” Startled, Shu Lan let her handkerchief fly out of her hand.
This sound startled the three of them into entering a state of alert once more.
“It’s that jar!”
A sudden gale swept through, blowing the platform out of alignment.
The souls of the remaining passengers all fell under an immense suction force, being uncontrollably sucked into the jar and becoming part of the evil ghost plague on the jar’s body.
In just that split second, the entire platform was swept clean, the jar devouring every single soul.
Shu Lan was also a ghost, and multiple overlapping phantoms appeared on her body.
She was about to be sucked in too!
Pei Kanyan grabbed her with quick eyes and hands, and Mu Li reacted just as fast.
Each of them grabbed one of her hands, pulling outward with all their might.
Shu Lan’s feet had already been sucked into the jar, her expression twisted in pain.
Seeing this scene, Feng Yi was scared out of his wits. He immediately reached out, wanting to make a doll for the jar.
Yet his hands were empty, and no matter what, he couldn’t make one.
How could this be?
With no time to overthink, he hurriedly stepped forward to push the jar in the opposite direction.
Mussing up some breath, Shu Lan tried to persuade them: “Forget about me, you guys will get sucked in too.”
“No way!”
Half of Shu Lan’s body had already entered, but they couldn’t pull her back.
Her feet braced against the floor tiles, but the tiles cracked inch by inch, and they were involuntarily moving forward.
Having reached the front, Mu Li could feel the ghostly Qi on his body also being devoured by the jar.
Not good!
In a flash, he was sucked onto the jar, and the evil ghosts winding around it opened their bloody maws.
“Let go.” Seeing that Mu Li had also been sucked in, Shu Lan instead used force to push him away while she sank deeper and deeper into the jar.
Pei Kanyan raised his hand to shatter those evil ghosts, but the more he killed, the more rampant the Fire of Taboo became, and now the red flames crawled even across the side of his face.
Most of Shu Lan’s body was already gone, her complexion as pale as snow.
At this moment, the jar snagged the backpack, tearing it open and exposing a corner of the divine statue inside.
The jar brushed against the divine statue and was instantly repelled.
It bounced off and crashed into the train. Just as the train doors opened, the jar was blown toward the carriage by the wind.
The doors closed, and the train drove away.
As soon as the gale stopped, the four of them tumbled together onto the ground.
Mu Li hurried over to check on Shu Lan’s injuries.
She had been forcibly stripped from her physical body, which had reverted back to the appearance of white bones, only to be pulverized by the gale.
The ghostly Qi on her body scattered, and her soul had become nearly transparent, beginning to turn into specks of starlight and gradually dissipating.
[Warning! Quest: Rescue [The Reporter on the Platform] is about to fail.]
Realizing things were bad, Mu Li took out a talisman paper, cut his palm open, and began channeling his blood.
Feng Yi had been knocked several meters away by the jar. Scrambling to his feet, he immediately unclasped the silver chain on his body and placed it into Shu Lan’s hand.
The dissipation of her soul slowed down, but the silver chain snapped immediately, and she began to vanish once more.
Feng Yi’s heart clenched, and he looked at his own hands with remorse:
“I’m sorry, why couldn’t I make a doll of the jar? Why couldn’t I make one?”
“It’s not your fault,” Shu Lan shook her head, then said to them.
“I feel like I’m about to die. I can only entrust this to you: help me find that victim and let everyone know that someone murdered her.”
The three looked at each other in dismay, still unable to speak the truth aloud:
“Okay.”
Shu Lan reached out toward the divine statue, and Mu Li picked up the statue and placed it in her hands.
“They all say the Divine Son is responsive; now only you can save that child. Let him be born safely and never suffer the torment of being plagued by evil ghosts again, can you?”
Shu Lan gazed expectantly at the Divine Son.
The divine statue gave no response.
They all knew the divine statue would not respond.
Pei Kanyan gripped the talisman in Mu Li’s hand, and Mu Li met his gaze.
The two accelerated channeling their blood.
“Can you?” Shu Lan still didn’t give up, persisting as she pursued the question.
Yet the divine statue remained completely grey.
Shu Lan’s vision began to gradually blur.
She didn’t know that she herself was the victim; she was still searching for the victim.
She didn’t know the child was hers, and she was begging the Divine Son to save that child.
Watching the silver chains snap one by one, Feng Yi could only turn to the Divine Son with a choked voice:
“Aren’t you hailed as the compassionate savior of the world? She is about to dissipate, why won’t you save her?”
Mu Li lowered his gaze.
He switched to his main account interface on his hands. Although he couldn’t interact, making a bit of a commotion was still doable.
Feng Yi was helpless, feeling utterly powerless.
He knew it, the Divine Son had died a thousand years ago already. What could they possibly pray to?
Yet a beam of light suddenly appeared before them.
Shu Lan felt her vision become blurry and indistinct, but she saw a radiance, warm, gentle, shining down upon her.
“The divine statue responded.”
The divine statue actually responded!
According to company investigations, there had never been such a record within a thousand years.
Feng Yi stared blankly at this scene.
Shu Lan’s lips parted and closed, saying something, but she could no longer produce a sound.
“You won’t dissipate! You’re saved!” Feng Yi cried out incoherently with excitement.
He just knew it, the Divine Son subduing demons wasn’t just a myth.
It was real!
Pei Kanyan looked at that divine statue, finally understanding why they could open reincarnation. He muttered to himself: “The prophecy has come true.”
As his voice fell,
[The player activates the [Blood-Channeling Soul-Ferrying] skill.]
A ghostly gate slowly manifested on the platform, archaic and majestic.
Mu Li breathed a sigh of relief.
The ghostly gate opened, and a hand reached out from within, wrapped in chains.
Seeing this scene for the first time, Feng Yi looked as though he had been frightened silly, standing frozen without daring to move a muscle.
However, that hand suddenly paused.
Seeing the soul was about to dissipate right before their eyes, the chains seemed to lack guidance, lingering back and forth near the edge of the ghostly gate.
What is happening?
Mu Li stepped forward and grabbed one end of the chain, pulling out loops and coils to wrap around Shu Lan before sending her into the ghostly gate.
Shu Lan’s soul gradually grew tangible, and she suddenly grabbed Mu Li’s hand:
“I remember now. That painter told the victim that he was the brush-wielder.”
The brush-wielder?
Mu Li nodded: “I understand.”
As soon as he finished speaking, she was pulled into the ghostly gate.
Just as the ghostly gate was about to close, Mu Li grabbed that hand: “Wait, do you know how to lift the taboo?”
The hand paused for a moment, extending a finger to write a single character in Mu Li’s palm:
You.
“What does that mean?”