Free Web NovelChapter 234: Chapter 198: True Colors_2
Black Sunglasses borrowed a gun from Yang Xiao’s hand, walked up to Wu Feng, and aimed the gun at him.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao felt very strange, he perceived a very special emotion from Wu Feng’s eyes, as if he had something to say.
"Wait a minute!" Yang Xiao interrupted Black Sunglasses who was about to shoot.
After getting closer, he observed carefully that only the upper half of Wu Feng’s head on the ground was left, the eyeball in the eye socket glanced at Yang Xiao, then looked in another direction.
Yang Xiao followed Wu Feng’s gaze and saw a safety door standing there, the very one they had escaped through not long ago, with dents near the lock from bullet impacts.
When he looked down again, Yang Xiao noticed the fear in Wu Feng’s eyes.
Then suddenly, he understood, he knew what Wu Feng wanted to say.
But ultimately, it was one step too late; the safety door suddenly swung open, and the White-robed Great Bodhisattva, four meters tall, appeared behind the door, still with the Hanging Rope tied around its neck.
The solemn and grandiose chanting arose from all directions, with no possible way to discern its origin, as the Ghost Bodhisattva swayed its body, walking toward them barefoot.
The warrior who promised to attract the attention of the Ghost Bodhisattva kept his word, abruptly pulling up the elder on the ground, dragging him by one hand and placing him in front as a shield, with the other hand clutching a dagger pressed against the elder’s fragile throat, "Don’t come any nearer, or I’ll kill him!"
But his threat was utterly ineffective, the White-robed Great Bodhisattva, without a sideways glance and without stopping, walked forward – its garments fluttering, the white robes unsullied by the mundane world, making others seem inferior and wishing they could break their knees to worship.
What was more terrifying, amidst the omnipresent chants, Yang Xiao and the others felt as if their organs were trembling, as if the sound of the scriptures was resonating with something inside them.
"Shoot now!" Fu Qingzhu yelled at Black Sunglasses.
Black Sunglasses gritted his teeth; he couldn’t hide his skills at this life-and-death moment, and took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of eyes.
However, his right eye was scarred, as if the eyeball had been forcefully gouged out, and at this moment, his right eye was milky white with a jade-like texture.
Accompanied by a faint black light on the surface of this jade eye, Yang Xiao confirmed that this false eye was Black Sunglasses’ Resentful Eye.
The next second, a bizarre scene occurred – a tall ghostly figure materialized behind the Ghost Bodhisattva.
The ghostly figure was pitch-black, extremely thin, its mummy-like body covered in a drifting black mist, and its two withered hands reached out from behind the Ghost Bodhisattva, just covering the Bodhisattva’s eyes.
In an instant, the scene beneath the Ghost Bodhisattva’s feet changed dramatically, the original marble floor became pitted and uneven, and surrounding tombstones appeared.
The tombstones were skewed, very ancient, clearly having endured the long passage of time, eroded beyond recognition.
This was an ancient burial ground, scattered with wild graves, and at this moment, the Ghost Bodhisattva kept walking, but could not leave that area no matter how.
In reality, this was expressed as stepping in place.
"Ghost Hitting the Wall!"
Yang Xiao did not expect that Black Sunglasses’ Resentful Eye would have such an ability, to trap even a ghost in the Ghost Hitting the Wall phenomenon.
"Take action now!" Black Sunglasses urged frantically, "I can’t hold on much longer!"
The next second, Yang Xiao saw the Ghost Bodhisattva’s footsteps quicken, as the edge between the burial ground and reality began to tremble violently, making it clear that the Ghost Hitting the Wall couldn’t confine the Ghost Bodhisattva for too long.
But there was only one chance to act, and Yang Xiao had to seize it well. Without a word, he turned and ran back in the direction they came from.
This confused Black Sunglasses, who cursed loudly after realizing what happened, "Come back, you idiot! If you don’t kill it, none of us can leave today!"
"Come back!" Black Sunglasses was already hysterical.
"Don’t be distracted, he won’t run away, he must have discovered something." Fu Qingzhu, having gone through the nightmare mission with Yang Xiao, knew a bit about his character. He believed Yang Xiao wouldn’t abandon them.
Fu Qingzhu was surprised to discover that his Hanging Rope was still usable, the Ghost Bodhisattva’s neck had been twisted so badly, if it were a normal person, they would have long been dead, yet the Ghost Bodhisattva still looked merciful and composed, with neither sorrow nor joy.
Neither the Ghost Hitting the Wall nor the Hanging Rope could restrain the Ghost Bodhisattva.
Finally, just as everyone was about to break down, Yang Xiao appeared, having made a wide detour to quietly emerge behind the Ghost Bodhisattva.
By that time, Yang Xiao had also changed his appearance, wearing the Drama Robe inside out and donning the Nether Garment.
He didn’t act immediately, waiting for the right moment. The large whisk in the hands of the Ghost Bodhisattva, resembling a broom, had left a deep impression on him.
If he was to be swept by that thing, he would end up like Sun Qiang.
The Ghost Bodhisattva seemed to sense something, its towering body trembling slightly, as the giant whisk began to lift slowly.
The girl, with acute senses, perceived that something was wrong and immediately urged her subordinates to take action.
The man steeled his heart, holding the old man who was barely breathing and pushing him forward, while the dagger slowly pierced the old man’s throat.
"You damned thing! Come on! I’ve killed your Flesh Lama, what can you do about it?!" The man’s eyes were bloodshot, aware of the fate that awaited him.
Indeed, as the man slit the old man’s throat, the huge whisk swung towards him, causing the man’s figure to disintegrate instantly. freewebnσvel.cѳm
Only the man, for the whisk passed through the old man’s body unhindered.
A terrifying scene unfolded. The man’s fragmented flesh bizarrely fused with the old man’s body.
His organs were wrapped in blood vessels and fascia, hanging outside the old man’s body, while the spine, along with his head, grew grotesquely from the shoulder of the old man.
The man screamed in agony, his flesh visibly withering, while the old man’s pale and aged face gradually flushed with color, his gaunt limbs reviving bit by bit.
While the whisk was still airborne, Yang Xiao finally made his move, guessing that the Ghost Bodhisattva couldn’t strike again in quick succession.
With a slight scratch on the Nether Garment, a white piece of Square-Holed Paper Money appeared in his hand.
Yang Xiao rushed toward the back of the Ghost Bodhisattva. There was only one chance for success or failure!
But then, something he never expected happened. The colossal figure of the Ghost Bodhisattva started to shudder inexplicably, and the next second, its serene Bodhisattva head unexpectedly spun 180 degrees around.
Being gazed upon by those merciful, downcast eyes, Yang Xiao’s consciousness blurred instantly. His mind flashed with countless wrongdoings, sins he had committed or had not, blaming himself for everything, now only wishing to kneel before the Bodhisattva and end himself with the most brutal means.
Seeing Yang Xiao trapped, Black Sunglasses and Fu Qingzhu also went all out, tensing the chains around the Ghost Bodhisattva.
"No... I can’t die here..."
When Yang Xiao managed to catch his breath, he bit his tongue tip and regained some clarity of mind, haphazardly grabbing something; a flax stalk appeared in his hand, and with it, a dismal green glow spread from him.
A Paper Lantern emitting a pale green ghostly fire appeared in his hand.
It was the same lantern carried by the ghost children of the Feng Family Manor!
The green glow not only delayed the Ghost Bodhisattva’s movements but also dispersed the celestial mist and golden light from its body.
Not only Yang Xiao but everyone present was shocked by the scene. Underneath the green light, the holy and compassionate Ghost Bodhisattva completely transformed, turning into a bloated, rotting corpse oozing pus.
The corpse had no recognizable features, covered entirely with mouths of varying sizes and shapes.
Each mouth writhed non-stop, emitting disgusting mucus, and from these foul mouths poured obscure and unintelligible scriptures, disturbing and confusing to the listener.
Just as the raised whisk was about to land on Yang Xiao’s head, a piece of Paper Money still managed to reach a gaping mouth first, pressed there by Yang Xiao.
Instantly, the whisk ceased moving, the Ghost Bodhisattva froze, and it was as if time itself within the entire world had stopped.
At the end of the corridor, the fog churned wildly, a procession wearing mourning attire burst forth, countless pieces of Square-Holed Paper Money fell from the heavens, resembling a vast snowfall.
