Chapter 34

“Is that it?” Lu Ran murmured to himself.

A tiny Blood Plague Dog dares to cause trouble at our Gate 4?

Don’t you know we’re professional dog killers?

All the evil dogs we’ve slaughtered are watching you from heaven!

Lu Ran stepped forward, preparing to rejoin his squad, when—

“Lu Ran!”

“Behind you, Lu Ran!” Shouts erupted, sending chills down Lu Ran’s spine.

Huuu!!

Divine Art: Immortal Hoof!

Lu Ran reacted with astonishing speed, immortal mist surging beneath his feet.

But in the next instant, his entire body froze.

There was indeed immortal mist swirling beneath Lu Ran’s feet—but he couldn’t launch himself away!

Because a pair of slender arms reached from behind, wrapping him tightly in their embrace.

“Mmm~”

A woman’s soft nasal hum echoed at his ear, intoxicatingly alluring.

He could tell she was enjoying this.

“Gulps.” Lu Ran swallowed hard.

The woman’s embrace was icy cold, sending a shiver through him, every hair on his body standing on end!

Those seemingly frail, delicate arms held immense power, pinning Lu Ran firmly against her.

Worse still, the woman’s voluminous robe seemed alive!

The crimson garment wrapped around his wrists and coiled tightly around his Radiant Blade.

Demon Clan: Yanzhi Person!

Lu Ran didn’t turn his head—how did he know the demon behind him was a Yanzhi Person?

Because he could hear the delicate, melodious clinking of jewelry.

Without doubt, the sound came from the exquisite phoenix crown adorning her head.

Lu Ran could also sense she wore a crimson bridal gown—her red sleeves were embroidered with flowers and birds, blindingly red.

“Lu Ran!”

Jiang Ruyi’s heart rose to her throat; the world felt utterly unreal.

Blood Plague Dogs appearing frequently in the River Realm was strange enough.

Now a Yanzhi Person had appeared too?

Yanzhi Persons were an extremely rare race.

You might see ten thousand Blood Plague Dogs on a full moon night and still not spot a single Yanzhi Person!

Yet here she was—at Gate 4—and right behind Lu Ran, as if born from a ludicrous nightmare.

“Cadet!”

Zhang Feng shouted as well; though still entangled by the Youtong Ghost, he had no choice but to reach out one hand to save him.

Huuu!!

Divine power surged in waves.

A massive lotus bloomed beneath the feet of the newlyweds.

“Hehe~”

The woman’s soft laugh was pleasant—but to Lu Ran, it was terrifying.

He felt a tremendous force pull him backward, still held in her arms.

“Ling ling~ ling~”

In the slanting rain, the gold and silver jewels on her magnificent phoenix crown swayed gently.

Lu Ran, being carried and flung backward, felt the sweeping crimson bridal gown brush against his body.

Such a bizarre yet beautiful scene—beautiful as a painting—its title must be—

"Double Happiness"

“Baa~”

Lu Ran let out a quiet bleat, a thread of despair rising in his heart.

This time, he didn’t use his Despair Sound—he used pure, genuine Compassion Sound.

Yanzhi Person… uh, Yanzhi Sister, what wind blew you here?

Must’ve been the wind from the netherworld.

Sorry, I forgot to burn you a perfect groom.

Can I still burn one now?

“Shh.”

Suddenly, the Yanzhi Person raised a long finger and pressed it against Lu Ran’s lips, as if silencing his bleating.

Her other hand slipped into his black raincoat, gently stroking his scorching chest.

Lu Ran’s temples throbbed violently!

That icy fingertip could pierce his chest at any moment and crush his heart.

“Mmm~” That supremely seductive nasal hum sounded again.

The woman’s pale, exquisite face buried deep into Lu Ran’s neck, greedily inhaling the scent of his youthful, blood-rich body.

In truth, she was already “tasting” Lu Ran.

If gods feed on human faith,

then demons feed on human emotions—fear, panic, despair.

Right now, the terror Lu Ran emitted delighted the Yanzhi Person immensely.

“Lu Ran!”

“Cadet!!” Screams erupted as a Moonwatcher squad raced after them.

In the night’s rain curtain, the two newlyweds continued hurtling backward.

They flew over the gymnasium’s iron fence, past the dim yellow streetlights, into the pitch-black, endless rain.

“Swoosh! Swoosh!”

A flurry of whistling sounds—dozens of flying swords shot toward them.

“Hmph.”

The Yanzhi Person sneered, one arm still holding Lu Ran, pinning his arms, while her other hand reached forward.

Her wide, embroidered crimson sleeve suddenly expanded.

Demon Art: Yanzhi Sleeve!

The sharp, charging flying swords vanished like mud swallowed by the sea, all sucked into the crimson sleeve.

Lu Ran: !!!

In that moment, his heart was filled with despair.

For most demons, you can roughly judge their realm by their size.

But Yanzhi Persons are different.

Their physical size bears no relation to their power level—you must judge them by other means.

For example, their demon arts!

“Yanzhi Sleeve” is a technique only River Realm Yanzhi Persons can wield.

Today, in the West Gate—Gate 4 of the gymnasium, they’d truly stirred up a hornet’s nest of River Realm demons!

This isn’t normal!

Extremely abnormal!

“Baaah.” A bleat rose again, instantly stifled.

Trapped within the Yanzhi Person’s crimson bridal gown, Lu Ran couldn’t move at all—not even a slight struggle.

He was left with only his mouth.

Divine Art: Compassion Sound was his only hope.

But this time, the Yanzhi Person didn’t gently silence him—she crudely stuffed his mouth with her crimson robe.

“Eeeeee!”

The Yanzhi Person emitted a strange shriek; her flowing crimson bridal gown swelled to enormous size.

Demon Art: Crimson Bridal Gown!

The gown’s trailing hem surged like a crimson tidal wave, crashing violently toward the enemies chasing from behind.

“Cut off her escape!”

“Rise!!” Amidst the towering crimson tide, several Moonwatchers pursued relentlessly.

They leapt across rooftops; some even flew through the night sky.

Then a roar echoed—and from the crossroads behind, the ground trembled as endless white bones erupted.

In an instant, a towering, arched wall of gleaming bones rose from the earth.

Escape route cut off—the Yanzhi Person could only flee upward.

“Hum!”

A deep humming echoed through the night sky as a dense rain of swords rained down.

“Ee!” The paper doll shrieked, its red robes still thrashing violently as it tried to shatter the bone wall.

And from her pale palm, a paper-folded doll suddenly appeared?

Evil Art: Paper Doll!

At this sight, several Moonwatchers turned pale.

The paper doll gripped the paper doll tightly, her eyes filled with cruel malice as she stared fixedly at the Moonwatcher who had summoned the bone wall.

Then, slowly, her icy palm clenched.

“Ah!” One Moonwatcher screamed and collapsed to the ground.

By inertia, his body rolled forward, sliding along the ground.

And as he rolled, his body involuntarily compressed together, limbs twisting uncontrollably.

As if an invisible hand, from some unseen force, was slowly squeezing his body!

“Boom!”

The crimson wave shattered the bone wall, hurling the paper doll backward.

The sword rain kept falling, yet could not sever the karmic bond between the man and woman.

“Mmm.”

The paper doll let out a satisfied sigh.

She tightened her hold on the human, tilted her head slightly, parted her thin lips, and clamped them onto Lu Ran’s earlobe.

As if rewarding herself?

Lu Ran’s eyes widened!

His heart was not only filled with despair, but also a deep sense of humiliation.

That helpless, powerless feeling—of being at another’s mercy—returned once more.

He had thought that after becoming a devotee, things would gradually improve.

He had thought—

“Whoosh!!”

Suddenly, a violent wind surged, spinning the two wildly.

“Ee!” The paper doll screamed in fury.

“Ah!” Lu Ran cried out in agony.

A tornado appeared without warning, out of nowhere!

Its force was so immense, its suddenness so shocking, it tore the newly paired couple apart!

As the world spun, the paper doll had no time to cast a spell—she merely instinctively grabbed Lu Ran.

Her sharp nails dug into his arm, and by the time the storm flung them apart, his arm was slashed with multiple deep gashes.

Bones visible!

So gruesome it made one’s skin crawl and teeth ache.

The paper doll was flung clear of the tornado, barely steadying herself.

In her vision, Lu Ran was hurtling diagonally downward, crashing toward the roadside greenery.

The paper doll immediately shot after him; sensing it wasn’t fast enough, she flicked her bloodied sleeve, sending it curling toward Lu Ran.

Evil Art: Crimson Paper Sleeve!

The paper doll chased Lu Ran, while behind her, in the night sky—

A figure clad in a yellow raincoat pierced through layers of rain, speeding toward them!

“Hmm?” The paper doll seemed to sense something.

She turned her head slightly, glancing upward behind her.

Seeing the furious pursuer, the paper doll’s energy surged again as she seized another paper doll.

The yellow raincoat’s eyes narrowed sharply!

Her body, thrusting forward like a spear, suddenly showed signs of distortion?!

At that very moment, a sudden bleating rang out:

“Baa~~~”

Lu Ran flew backward, his bleeding arm spraying blood like a crimson rain.

The piercing pain made his cries even more shrill.

Divine Art: Sound of Despair!

Instantly, the paper doll’s attention was drawn.

She no longer looked back—her eyes glowed with greed as she fixed them on Lu Ran.

The sound of pity could not quench the fire.

Fortunately,

The Sound of Despair could pour oil on the flames!

Inciting a being already brimming with murderous intent was far easier than persuading it to lay down its blade.

Lu Ran gritted his teeth against the pain, watching the paper doll race toward him, and activated the Divine Art again:

“Baa~~~”

Yes, don’t turn back!

Listen—

“Whoosh!”

The yellow raincoat, riding wind and rain, shot past the paper doll in a blur.

In her hand, the great cleaver carved a long slash through the rain, severing not just the downpour—but also the beautiful head crowned with a phoenix headdress.

Wind slammed into his face!

Lu Ran squeezed his eyes shut, his short hair whipping wildly.

Yes—

The sound of the wind.

Please, some Moon Tickets.

(End of Chapter)