Chapter 36: Volume 1_Chapter 36 How to Capture the Arrogant Ghost King? (End)

Volume 1_Chapter 36 How to Capture the Arrogant Ghost King? (End)

Jiang Zhi, standing in the crowd, could tell that Zhan Wu Jin had seen her.

But the situation was chaotic; palace servants screamed and fled in all directions, and the nearby guards searching for someone, upon hearing the sound here, hurried over to reinforce.

Zhan Wu Jin was surrounded by more than ten assassins, deeply trapped, unable to look after himself, and could not catch her.

Jiang Zhi took the opportunity, turned around and was about to run.

Everyone around was fleeing palace servants; adding one more her would not arouse any suspicion.

But before she could escape, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly, and she was abruptly pulled into a cold, hard embrace.

Zhan Wu Jin, disregarding his own life, used lightness skill to leap to her side, wrapped his arms around her waist, and with his other hand raised his sword to resist the assassins coming after him.

These assassins had profound inner strength, resolved to kill him at all costs, each strike aimed at a vital point, gradually closing in.

Jiang Zhi smelled the strong, bloody scent on the youth's body; looking up, she saw numerous sword wounds on him, blood seeping into his black robe and mingling.

As the assassins repeatedly closed in, though he originally need not have suffered such grave wounds, to protect her he had no choice but to throw himself onto the assassins' blades to block them.

The assassins also noticed this, and the blades in their hands grew fiercer, thrusting toward the girl in his arms.

Jiang Zhi tried to get out of his embrace, but his arms around her waist held her tight, leaving her unable to move.

If this continued, he would die.

Clearly feeling the youth's breath becoming disordered, Jiang Zhi's pupils contracted, and she anxiously said to him: 'Let go!! Zhan Wu Jin! Let go of me!'

An inch of sword tip pierced his chest; the pallid corners of Zhan Wu Jin's lips dripped bright red blood, making his face look ever paler.

The hand holding her waist, however, gradually tightened, not loosening in the slightest.

His ink-black hair, like a waterfall, swayed in the faint moonlight; the youth's handsome, profound visage was expressionless, his thin lips slightly curled, bearing a mad, death-defying intent.

"I will never let you go again."

Over those six years, he never stopped thinking of her; even when he went far to the battlefield to slay enemies, and despite how many times he found himself in peril, he never considered giving up.

He did not want to return to how it was six years ago, waiting for her.

The endless waiting made him grow ever more afraid.

He feared she would forget him, feared she would never come looking for him again.

Jiang Zhi's eyes reddened as she gazed at his bloodless face and the blood seeping into her clothing.

Seeing an assassin seize the moment when he was off guard, grab the opportunity, and raise his sword to stab his heart, Jiang Zhi, without a second thought, summoned all her strength, shoved the youth aside, and used her body to block that deadly blade.

Life gradually ebbed from her body, and her vision grew ever more blurred.

"Zhan, Zhan Wu Jin, I—I shouldn't have met you."

"I, it hurts so much."

In the instant the girl in his arms closed her eyes, Zhan Wu Jin lost all his strength, staring blankly at the ashen, lifeless Jiang Zhi.

{Villain Zhan Wu Jin Hatred Value 99}

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【Because the Host's body suffered grave injury ten thousand years ago, ten years have passed.】

Ten years later.

In a wooden house hidden at the foot of the mountainside, the sky grew pale, and golden light streamed down the steep peaks onto the roof of the hut.

The girl lying on the bed gradually awoke, her dazed dark eyes sweeping the room, she threw off the covers and got out of bed.

She walked barefoot out of the wooden house, gazing at the towering mountains before her, thin white mist drifting, the scenery superb—an ideal place to settle for retirement.

She stretched, inhaling the fresh, cold air; her body and mind felt as if cleansed, very comfortable.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before her, walking with unsteady, hurried steps.

Jiang Zhi blinked doubtfully and asked, 'Who are you?'

The man about to reach her suddenly halted his steps, his face full of astonishment as he gazed at her.

After a pause, his voice hoarse, trembling imperceptibly.

"You, you don't know me?"

Jiang Zhi looked at his face, then immediately shook her head and said, 'I don't know you, but I don't really like you.'

{Villain Zhan Wu Jin Hatred Value 100}

The black-haired man, hearing her voice, his expression slightly stalled; his dark, lightless eyes revealed weariness and despair.

He murmured, 'This too is fine.'

His voice was light as a gentle breeze.

The words fell.

His form began to dissipate, like smoke gradually vanishing in the air.

At the instant he vanished, 777 spoke:

"Host, the villain is gone."

Jiang Zhi's face calm, she appreciated the scenery before her, and said unhurriedly, 'I know.'

777 paused for a long time, then said unwillingly, 'These ten years, the villain has ceaselessly captured evil spirits, exhausting all his strength, just to be able to save you.'

"He has completely vanished, ashes scattered, smoke dissipated."

Jiang Zhi countered, 'Do you feel heartache?'

777's tone firm: 'I don't! I'm not! I am the most upright successor of the organization's three views!'

Jiang Zhi lowered her eyes, then raised her forehead again, her expression returning to normal, and she said eagerly, 'Next world! Charge!'

777 gathered his emotions and replied seriously: 'Charge charge charge!'

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