Chapter 343: Yinshan Village

Bai Liu stroked his chin for a moment, "That's not good, it's bigamy."

Mu Sicheng is furious: "Is that all you can think of? Do you know how hard I had to work to get out! I was held down to pay my respects to them!"

Bai Liu's eyes gestured, "Did you get these bruises when you escaped?"

"Not only that." Mu Sicheng was furious when he said, "I had run out, but when I turned around and saw you being arrested and married to those thirty brides, I panicked and went back to save you."

The more he thought about it, the angrier Mu Sicheng became, he raised his hand and smashed the wall viciously: "The one I saved was a ghost, and when I was carrying it across the ghost bridge, it bit me twice, so I couldn't hold my breath and almost fell off the paper ghost bridge and drowned!

Bai Liu scans the area and sees that Mu Sicheng's shoulder is indeed covered with two bloody teeth marks.

"Didn't you take a candlestick and shine it on each other?" Bai Liu asked.

Mu Sicheng gave Bai Liu a resentful look, "Everything was seized from me during the ceremony, and the candlesticks were taken away."

"Although you didn't save me, and it wasn't me you saved." Bai Liu smiled politely, "It wouldn't have been wise to turn around and save someone in that situation, but thank you."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

How ...... does he feel Bai Liu is connoting his stupidity ......

Mu Sicheng muttered, "...... What if it's you, and I'm all alone after you die here in Fang Ke, I don't know how I'm going to get out."

Bai Liu gave Mu Sicheng a second glance: "You think you have to rely on me to get out, which means you think I'm better at handling this kind of situation than you are, so why do you think I'm trapped when you can get out?"

Mu Sicheng: "......"

Shit, yeah!

Mu Sicheng scratches his face in annoyance: "It's the first time I've been in this situation, and I'm stunned ......"

"It's all right, once you've been there, you'll be able to hold on to it once more." Bai Liu walks inside with the candlestick in his hand.

Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded for a moment and followed: "...... Bai Liu, what do you mean?! You're not going to ......"

Bai Liu mumbled lightly, "I'm going again."

Mu Sicheng was devastated as he scrambled to stop Bai Liu, who was moving forward: "I told you there are a lot of ghosts over there, it's dangerous, why are you going?

Bai Liu holds the candlestick as he looks silently at Mu Sicheng: "Because I'm going to Mu Sicheng."

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "What looking for Mu Sicheng, I am not here ......"

Mu Sicheng's unfinished words stop in Bai Liu's calm, unmoving gaze.

The features of his face flattened and disappeared, his complexion turned blue and white, and the sound he made became buzzing and dull, as if he were speaking from beneath the surface of the water.

The faint light of the fire washes back and forth between 'Mu Sicheng' and Bai Liu.

The firelight reflects the shadows of the two men on the wall, Bai Liu's shadow clearly visible, while Mu Sicheng's is layered and blurred, as if it were about to disappear at any moment, with many overlapping shadows.

"How did this happen ......" Mu Sicheng dumbly touched his face with only vague outlines of his features, "Am I a ghost? But I have a shadow ......"

Bai Liu approached Mu Sicheng with the candlestick in his hand, flipped his wrist upwards and placed it in front of Mu Sicheng's face, whose nose twitched twice subconsciously as he seemed to catch the scent of Bai Liu's body and could not help but inhale twice.

As the anger from Bai Liu's body entered Mu Sicheng's nostrils, the features on Mu Sicheng's face that had been blurred became clear again.

Mu Sicheng realised what he was doing only after he had sucked Bai Liu's anger, he froze for a moment and took two steps back in fear: "Don't you come any closer! I'm really a ghost, I was just sucking the anger out of you ......"

Bai Liu pulled his shirt down to cover his wrists, and he looked up calmly at Mu Sicheng, who was about to go mad: "You're not a ghost, but you're turning into one."

"You are a disembodied living soul."

Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded: "Disembodied ...... living souls?"

Bai Liu hmmed, "In short it means that your body has been greatly damaged by some circumstance, possibly being snatched away and used as a double, or you could be on the verge of death, causing your soul to leave your body and wander around."

"If there is no way to get your living soul back into your body before we return to the yang world at twelve midnight, then your soul will really stay on the road to the underworld and become a ghost of a helper in this underground tomb."

Bai Liu glanced down at the time on his phone, "If my phone hadn't malfunctioned, it would be five in the afternoon, seven hours to go."

Mu Sicheng's face began to fade again as he turned away from Bai Liu, and his voice became jarred again, "Seven hours should be enough."

Bai Liu moves closer to Mu Sicheng again and reaches out to let Mu Sicheng suck a little more of the anger from the back of his hand.

After another dose, Bai Liu's face turns pale: "Seven hours is the most optimistic scenario."

"There is only one possibility for you to be in a state where you are about to turn into a ghost and already need to feed on the anger of the living to maintain your soul form." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng for a moment, "That is that your body is about to die."

Mu Sicheng took two steps back and raised his hand to shield his eyes, he actually began to feel the candlestick in Bai Liu's hand stinging, he looked to his blocking hand and a chill ran down his spine.

His hands had somehow become like those of the ghosts of the tiger, crooked and upside down, green and white and oozing, and dripping down.

Bai Liu raised the candlestick and shone it on Mu Sicheng, whose eyes had turned bloodshot: "It is imperative to help you find your body, or my anger will not keep your soul form for long."

Mu Sicheng was silent for a while and then asked, "What would happen to me if I didn't get back to my body before I died?"

Bai Liu looks at Mu Sicheng for a moment: "You will die."

"Then you will be like those ghosts, gradually forgetting that you are a human being, slowly losing your human form, becoming inhuman and ghostly, with your body limbs inverted and your yin and yang indistinguishable, walking in the human world only to serve the tiger and find a substitute."

"But I can hang on to your soul form with a breath of anger and just find your body before then."

Bai Liu holds out his wrist and hands it to Mu Sicheng for him to suck the anger.

Mu Sicheng stands in the darkness without a word, and does not come up to suck the anger out of Bai Liu, but neither does he go away.

Bai Liu did not withdraw his hand, still calmly holding it up as he waited for Mu Sicheng to open his mouth.

"What would happen to you if I had finished sucking the anger out of you and hadn't found my body yet?" Mu Sicheng finally spoke, his voice a little muffled this time.

Bai Liu replied calmly, "The living are lifeless, the walking dead, and I will become a zombie."

Mu Sicheng's lips were pursed as he took two more steps back, as if preparing to flee Bai Liu.

Bai Liu laughed as if it were a curiosity and asked Mu Sicheng in return, "Why do you think I would give up all my anger for you and become a zombie?"

"I will only keep you as long as I can ensure my own safety. I will keep you because you are useful, you are one of the few living people in Yinshan Village, and you obey me well, you are worth more alive than dead."

Mu Sicheng took another step back, and there was a clear wavering in his voice: "...... You're so good, you can handle these things better on your own instead, right?"

Bai Liu stepped forward with the candlestick in his hand, and again passed his hand in front of the face of the diminishing Mu Sicheng, his voice light: "Didn't that grave robber named Kong Xuyang say we were bound teammates?"

"If there are fixed teams divided up in this shady village, and various camps, is there some kind of competition going on here?"

"Suppose this is the match ......" Bai Liu looked up at Mu Sicheng who was hiding in the shadows, "then before the match started, at that time I chose you as my teammate and I trusted my choice, so you should be valuable and would help me win the game."

"I don't like to lose, so I need you to live."

"Now you have two choices before you, the first is to obey me directly and suck the anger I give you now to preserve your soul form, the second choice is to run away and then find a place to wait for death while I capture you and force feed you the anger to keep you alive."

Bai Liu took a step forward with his wrist, his face emotionless as he gazed at Mu Sicheng: "Which one do you choose?"

This time Mu Sicheng did not back down.

It was a long time before Mu Sicheng's face split into five features and he approached Bai Liu's wrist with a grim, stoic look, clenching his fist and taking a mouthful.

Bai Liu's face whitened a little more as he withdrew his grim wrist and rubbed it, looking to Mu Sicheng with a smile, "Thanks for the cooperation, mate."

Mu Sicheng was just about to take a deep breath when he stopped in frustration after realizing that he was only a wisp of a soul and couldn't inhale: "...... How long can your anger last before I turn into a zombie?"

Bai Liu thought for a moment, "I should be able to last more than an hour, I'm a young adult after all, I still have plenty of virility."

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu's thin shoulders and back and repeated skeptically, "Young adults?"

Bai Liu smiled back, "Any questions?"

Mu Sicheng paused for a moment and shook his head quickly, "No!"

Bai Liu turned back towards the dark passage, "Well, you don't need to worry about my affairs here, I know them in my own heart, deal with your own affairs first, do you have any memory of when your soul left your body?"

Mu Sicheng hesitates for a moment: "...... No."

Bai Liu was not surprised, he just nodded his head to show his understanding: "The living soul leaving the body is usually very difficult to be noticed by the person himself, you just feel like you keep walking, you don't know when you run out of your body, you think you are still a living person, in fact at this time if you look back, you will find your body lying in the same place, not moving at all. "

"Let me ask it another way." Bai Liu pondered for a moment, "Do you remember when your shadow became blurred?"

Mu Sicheng answered quickly and surely this time, "My candlestick was taken away during the worship, and I'm sure my shadow was still normal during the worship!"

"That means that the separation of your body and soul was after the wedding ceremony." Bai Liu held the candlestick up to the path in front of the cloister, "Then go back the way you came to find it, remember the way to the wedding hall?"

Mu Sicheng did not reply.

Bai Liu paused as he lowered the candlestick in his hand to the ground, the firelight wavering.

A ghost with a deformed face, only vaguely resembling Mu Sicheng, is lying on the ground, coiled up in a ball of pain, spitting water from its mouth, its eyes all black.

Bai Liu crouches down on one knee and holds out his wrist for Mu Sicheng to take two puffs. Mu Sicheng chokes and vomits twice, and his twisted body returns to normal, his features appearing.

Mu Sicheng looked up, a thick layer of darkness rising to his face as he reluctantly replied to Bai Liu's earlier words, "Still, remember some of the way, but it's a bit hard to remember anymore ......"

"It's normal, you will gradually forget your memories of your life when you turn into a ghost." Bai Liu picked up Mu Sicheng, "The fact that the Yin energy of your living soul is gathering so quickly means that your body is in a very bad condition, we have to hurry."