Chapter 190: 190. Chapter 190: You Know Nothing About Ghosts

190. Chapter 190: You Know Nothing About Ghosts

Suddenly.

The bald man was pulled directly into the Infernal Domain.

Around him was utter darkness; when he looked up, endless red eyes stared fixedly at him.

Among them, one pair of eyes glowed black—upon closer inspection, wasn't this Xing Tao, the man he had been searching for?

At this moment, Xing Tao had dropped from the ceiling, Bone Blade in hand, slashing straight for the bald man's forehead.

Not the slightest mercy.

The bald man's eyes widened in shock, yet he did not dodge—he closed his eyes and let Xing Tao's blade strike him.

Splash—

The blade cut through like butter, meeting no resistance, slicing cleanly from head to toe, even cracking the ground beneath.

His body split in two and slid sideways.

Xing Tao landed, frowning in confusion at the sight.

Too easy?

Although he had drawn upon the power of the Wasteland Eye, this was absurdly easy.

"He's not dead. Be careful." Tang Cai's voice sounded again; Xing Tao realized something was wrong.

The two severed halves did not bleed—his blood clung to his flesh like turtle jelly, thick and red.

This thick red substance seemed to writhe, then spread rapidly across the floor.

Forming a pool.

Instantly, Xing Tao's legs were seized, immobilized—the viscous blood had seeped through his shoes and glued his soles to the ground.

This thing was no liquid.

It was countless invisible red insects, their teeth sunk deep, biting fiercely, drilling inward.

Xing Tao jolted in shock, gritting his teeth as he yanked his legs upward.

His foot skin tore off immediately.

The agony made him grimace, yet his great blade still swung.

The split corpse continued to fracture, but it was useless.

They began to reassemble; the blood pool kept expanding.

Boom—

A red blood spike shot outward; Xing Tao quickly grabbed it and hurled it away.

His hands were covered in a fine layer of bone—this was his Ghost, a spirit he had controlled since childhood.

He was ten when Su Jinlong found him, fighting dogs for scraps.

Fighting with dogs, sleeping with dogs.

Finally, after eating a dead dog, he was entwined by bones, clinging to his body.

His Ghost was Bone—he could transform all Ghost Energy into bone, yet he possessed no Infernal Domain of his own; his combat power was strong, but he lacked Rule Force.

He lived with Su Jinlong in the Special Dragon Unit for over a decade, never using his Ghost until he could no longer suppress the Ghost Energy and finally attempted to wield it.

Now, half his organs had ossified; if his heart began to ossify, it meant his time was running out.

"Who are you? Why have you been following me? Who sent you?" Xing Tao asked while fighting.

Though tall and broad, he was young.

He showed no mercy, slicing the thing into dozens of pieces.

Even the Bone Blade was coated in viscous blood.

The blood pool continued to spread; a head emerged from it: "Xing Tao, I'm curious—how did you find me?"

"Enough talk," Xing Tao snarled. "I'm asking you—where's my teacher? Did you have something to do with Su Jinlong's disappearance?"

The bald man sneered coldly: "Don't worry—I'll send you to join your teacher soon. We've analyzed your strength. I'm the specialist for handling you." He could exert absolute Ghostly Suppression over Xing Tao.

He slashed violently at the ground—but his blade stuck fast.

Countless visible capillaries clung to it, pulling hard inward, draining Xing Tao's own Ghost Energy.

Against a blood mage, a brute-force Demon Swordsman is helpless.

The Bone Blade's color faded instantly; Xing Tao felt numbness in his hands, as if his entire body were being drained dry.

This man truly targeted him specifically.

At the same level, Ghost types can suppress each other.

Xing Tao could no longer hold on—he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Help me! I can't hold out!"

He couldn't die—his teacher hadn't been rescued, the mastermind hadn't been killed—how could he leave first? "Huh?" The bald man froze. "What do you mean? No one's coming to help you. Even if Lü Liang came, he wouldn't help you—he'd help me, you know?"

Xing Tao's heart tightened: "Lü Liang… is he one of you?"

"You don't need to know. Dead men don't need so much information. Let me finish you quickly—before Yuan Anguo arrives, that'd be troublesome."

A bubble rose from the blood pool, grew larger, forming a slime-like creature that opened its mouth to bite Xing Tao.

But before its jaws could close—

He suddenly heard a cheerful song.

Then he saw several children playing and singing in the distant darkness.

"Wait!" He suddenly realized something: "Your file says you have no Infernal Domain—this isn't your opened Infernal Domain!"

Xing Tao smiled coldly: "Only now? Look behind you."

The bubble flickered once, then he turned.

A six-meter-tall Demon Bear stared at him, its eyes glowing with Green Flame, crowned with Ghostly Horns and a Ghostly Crown.

Two streams of hot breath shot from its nostrils as it stared greedily at him.

"D, Demon Bear?" He was suddenly startled—how could the Demon Bear be here? Wasn't it in H City?

Wait, how did it team up with Xing Tao?

Could Su Jinlong also have been rescued by it?

This Ghost is no ordinary one! The bubble suddenly merged into the ground, preparing for Spiritual Retreat—but a massive hand suddenly reached out from the blood pool, grabbing the red slime and dragging it outward.

The palm was scorching hot, radiating flames.

With a sudden yank, countless Wasteland Eyes surged forth from the blood pool.

Once Fear arises, you will have nowhere to flee.

After pulling him out, Zhang Yi directly lifted him and shoved him into his own mouth.

"Wait! We haven't figured out who he belongs to!" Xing Tao hurriedly stopped him.

But Zhang Yi ignored him completely, swallowing him whole and chewing fiercely.

After this fierce battle, Ma Yu and the other two were dead, the Ice Wall Creatures were split apart, and even Zhang Yi himself was injured—he needed to restore his strength.

Crack—

The giant mouth chewed violently as the thick blood sludge rolled and churned with the Wasteland Eyes in his throat.

Tang Cai stepped out from the shadows: "Your teacher is with My Lord—he's safe, don't worry."

"But isn't the Demon Bear right here?"

Tang Cai shook his head, fiddling with the Spirit Scale in his hand: "You Ghost Tamers know nothing at all about Ghosts, and your development of Ghost Artifacts is negligible."

"Xing Tao, join us—let's save this world."

Xing Tao was stunned—join the Ghosts who wanted to destroy the world? And then claim they wanted to save it? "Shh! Lü Liang's having another fit. Don't you want to know who planted the eyeball in you? Go take a look." (End of Chapter)