Chapter 214: First Volume Chapter 214 I See Your Hall of Darkness is Black (2)

First Volume_Chapter 214 I See Your Hall of Darkness is Black (2)

After a brief and suffocating silence.

Jiang Zhi said: "You little brat, you can't afford to joke. Tell me quickly, where is this?"

Because his soul was weak and he couldn't control his body, Yu Beihan coldly said: "The Underworld."

Jiang Zhi thought, at his young age, he was so unsympathetic: "This is the Underworld, then what are you? A Yama King?"

The boy no longer bothered with her.

No matter what Jiang Zhi said, he remained silent, probably in his heart only considering her an evil spirit occupying his body.

Jiang Zhi could feel his strong negative emotions, even colder and more bone-chilling than this basement, making one shudder.

She finally understood why even the villain fears evil spirits.

Lying on the cold ground, she soon fainted; not knowing how long passed, the basement door opened from outside, a doctor carrying a medicine box walked in, gave the boy on the ground an injection of fever-reducing medicine, then fed him some medicine, before leaving.

Jiang Zhi's consciousness had been muddled from start to finish, until her soul left this body, suddenly becoming clear.

The dark, lightless basement suddenly brightened in her eyes, finally allowing her to see the villain's appearance.

The twelve-year-old boy curled up in the corner, wearing ill-fitting, tattered clothes, his hair slightly long; from afar he looked like a girl. His features were obscured by black hair, his frame frail and thin, making him seem like a child from a poor area.

In the plot, the male protagonist's father and the villain's father are mortal enemies; they allied with a heretical Daoist, who used forbidden arts to forcibly strip the villain Yu Beihan of his Imperial Purple Qi and transfer it to the male protagonist.

The Daoist plainly said the male protagonist is the savior, while the villain ought to be a rat in a sewer.

Once Yu Beihan loses his Imperial Purple Qi, he will also be besieged by myriad evil spirits, plunging into a tormenting hell.

And after the male protagonist gained the Imperial Purple Qi, he thereafter embarked on the path of rising against fate to become a god.

The forcibly reversed fate made Yu Beihan suffer miserably; he ultimately embarked on the path of destroying the world.

Jiang Zhi floated beside him, opening her mouth to shout him awake: "Hey, Little King of Hell, wake up!"

The boy remained motionless; those who didn't know might think it was a corpse.

Jiang Zhi boredly reached out to poke him, but her finger passed through his body.

She suddenly realized she was now a ghost, without a physical form.

The boy ignored her, so she could only find amusement herself.

Using her ghostly form, she floated out, but as soon as she passed the tightly shut gate, in an instant she was back in the basement.

After repeating this several times, Jiang Zhi was certain she couldn't leave the boy; if she strayed beyond a certain distance, she would be forcibly teleported back to his side.

One could say she was tightly bound.

"Wake up! Little King of Hell, go to the door, I want to go outside to look." She returned to the corner and shouted at the boy.

The little boy didn't even have the intention to respond to her; he closed his eyes and slept.

Jiang Zhi knew he was still awake; otherwise she wouldn't have emerged from his body.

A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she crouched beside him, leaning down to his ear, incessantly calling: "Little King of Hell~ Little King of Hell~"

The boy, annoyed by her noise, slowly sat up; his pair of dark pupils stared fixedly at him, his voice deep and hoarse: "Get lost."

Jiang Zhi raised her hand pointing toward the gate: "You can let me roll, unless you go there yourself."

The boy had not yet moved when a sound came from the gate again—a harsh scraping—and the bright light from outside flooded into the cramped, dark room.

Two men walked in; one wore a Daoist robe, standing straight, bearing the air of an idle cloud and wild crane; the other man had an elegant appearance, wearing glasses, looking like a teacher—this should be the male protagonist's father, Father Yu.

"How is it?" Father Yu asked lightly.

The Daoist pretended to calculate with his fingers, then after a moment said: "The medicine he's been given daily is almost fused; he still needs to wait another week."

Father Yu smiled satisfiedly, looked down at the boy sitting in the corner, his eyes full of disgust, and said: "Hurry up."

Having said that, he lifted his leg and left.

The Daoist had not yet left when his face darkened, his gaze sweeping over the basement.

When Jiang Zhi made contact with his gaze, the ghost stiffened for a few seconds; only when she saw him turn and follow him out did she relax.

This guy doesn't look like a charlatan; he's actually a Daoist with some ability.

He's just a bit lacking in proficiency.

Jiang Zhi turned her head to glance at the boy beside her and asked: "What are they saying? What are they waiting for a week for?"

Yu Beihan didn't even glance at her, closed his eyes, and lay down.

Jiang Zhi, seeing this, grew angry: "Hey, you little brat."

She also didn't want to keep drifting around, so she simply lay beside him; even as a salted fish she couldn't compare to her, and even without TV dramas she could endure.

Yu Beihan, however, suddenly opened his mouth: "Can you help me leave this place?"

This should be the first time the boy has said this much to Jiang Zhi since she arrived here.

Jiang Zhi crossed her legs, swayed, almost chewing a stalk of grass, and said unhurriedly: "It can be done."

Yu Beihan, after all, is a twelve-year-old boy who can't hold his breath; his breathing hesitated, and he spoke somewhat incoherently: "What do you want? I… should be able to satisfy you."

He almost forgot she was merely a ghost, not a human, and thus not interested in many things people desire.

Jiang Zhi shook her head: "I have no demands."

The boy suddenly froze, nervously sitting on the ground, his hands cluelessly intertwined, he licked his chapped lips, unable to speak.

After the long silence.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Jiang Zhi beat him to it: "However——"

The boy's long-dormant pupils glimmered with a hint of hope, and he whispered almost soundlessly: "What?"

Jiang Zhi met his eyes, knowing the boy couldn't see her in the darkness, yet she did not let slip his tense, panicked expression.

As it turned out, he could also show this expression.

However, this could only be seen when he was a child; once he grew up, one would likely never see it again.

"I want your soul~" she said in a trembling voice, deliberately creating a gloomy atmosphere.

The boy heard the sound, his pupils dilated, his face grew even paler, his fingers clenched together; after a long while he said, "Forget it."

Jiang Zhi exclaimed, "Why forget it? They want your life, yet I can help you escape the sea of suffering—why won't you agree?"

The boy lowered his gaze, his black hair covering his eyes, his tone firm: "Even if I die, as a ghost I will still kill them."

But without a soul, what good would escaping do?

Jiang Zhi roughly understood his meaning; her translucent fingertip glided over his cheek, and she chuckled lightly: "I was just teasing you—what use is your soul? I myself am a ghost; if I want anything, it's your body."

The boy felt a hint of coolness touch his cheek, drew back, his expression serious: "Not even my body."

Jiang Zhi was amused by him, and only after laughing enough did she say:

"Mm, I don't want your body either."