boyutpedia Chapter 164 Let's see what kind of ghost it is
Chapter 164 Let's see what kind of ghost it is
"A soldier?!" Lan Yao gasped upon hearing Wu Zhao's words.
She leaned closer to the window to get a better look at the man, only to see him being swarmed and restrained by waiters.
The black-robed man who had been knocked down from the platform scrambled to his feet, his voice filled with uncontrollable rage: "Men, cut off all four of his limbs! Turn this scum into a human pig!"
The audience below the stage made teasing noises.
"Black Saint, this divine object is indeed powerful; it almost caused you to crash and burn."
"Indeed, indeed! I never expected this experience to be brought by the Holy Envoy himself. Not bad at all, hahaha—"
The Black Saint pulled at his hood and snorted, "It was my carelessness just now. Consider it a performance for our distinguished guests."
The waiter quickly brought over the severed, skeletal arm.
Just as he was about to reach out and take it, the severed arm seemed to be pulled back by something.
It suddenly took flight and sped towards the hidden private room upstairs.
"Who is it?!" the Black Envoy exclaimed in shock. "Guards, quickly find the item and get it back to me!"
With a bang, the one-way glass of a private room upstairs shattered instantly.
The arm passed through the shattered window and landed in a fair hand.
"Open the Frozen Heaven Prison!"
The chilling ice instantly covered the entire venue, and the falling snowflakes froze into sharp, solid ice on the ground.
"Here to cause trouble? Seize her!" The Black Saint's eyes narrowed beneath his hood as he stared at Wu Zhao, whose face had been revealed.
Before the waiter could come upstairs, Wu Zhao floated down from the second floor.
As she walked, the sound of ice cracking echoed beneath her feet.
The spreading snow covered the people's feet and gradually spread outwards.
"Ahhh, I'm frozen! Help!"
"Holy Envoy! Holy Envoy, please think of a solution! What on earth is going on?!"
The Black Saint felt an extremely terrifying aura lock onto him, rendering him completely immobile!
Wu Zhao walked onto the stage in the silence.
The man, who was being held down by the waiter, was still struggling, and dark red blood was seeping from some parts of his body.
The section of leg that had grown out also emitted an abnormal black glow.
He raised his hand and beckoned, and the waiters surrounding the man were blown away by a gust of wind and fell to the ground.
The man lying on the ground seemed to sense the approaching unfamiliar presence. His struggling body paused for a moment before Wu Zhao held him down.
"Don't move, bear with it." Wu Zhao only said five words, and before the other person could react, he ruthlessly tore off the extra leg!
man:--!
A golden talisman landed on the blood-soaked wound on his thigh, and gentle spiritual energy flowed into his body.
The man struggled for a moment, as if he had confirmed something, and pointed with his few remaining fingers at his severed thigh.
He made rapid "ah ah" sounds.
Something... inside the wound...
As if knowing what he was about to say, Wu Zhao grasped his hand: "Don't worry, everything will be alright."
Seeing that some color had returned to his pale face, Wu Zhao patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll take care of them right away and take you home."
"Your wife is pregnant, and she's been waiting for you."
"Your comrades-in-arms too."
The man, who had long been prepared to die, suddenly trembled violently upon hearing her words.
"Miss!" Lan Yao, who was a few steps behind, was still holding the trench coat he had taken from Ye Linyan.
He gestured for her to keep an eye on the man before Wu Zhao stood up and looked at the stiff Black Saint Envoy, who was almost completely covered in ice and snow.
Lan Yao carefully draped the trench coat over the person on the ground, his movements and voice soft: "Don't worry, I've already contacted Young Master Gu Jiaxi. He'll definitely get you out of here!"
"Gu, Captain Gu..." The man opened his mouth, then suddenly slumped and fainted.
"Who, who are you—" The Black Envoy panicked and became fearful when he realized that all his methods of communication were unusable.
Wu Zhao walked up to him and ripped off his hood.
An ordinary yet sleazy face appeared before Wu Zhao's eyes.
His pale face still held a look of surprise and uncertainty; he looked like an ordinary person who could be lost in a crowd.
“Tell me, who reattached this skeletal arm to you?” Wu Zhao held up the bone. “If you don’t tell the truth… I’ll have to shove this arm out of your mouth, and as for where it will come out from…”
Her gaze swept over the man in black robes, and a cruel smile crept onto her lips.
"Want to guess if your intestines can fit this arm?"
"A madwoman! This female madwoman is terrifying!" The Black Saint stammered, his lips trembling. "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything—"
Suddenly, as if he had seen something that terrified him, his eyes widened in shock.
he died.
"Silenced him?" Wu Zhao took two steps back, not sensing any Yin spirit aura on him.
It actually took the evil spirit away from him in an instant?
Are you so afraid of being found by her...?
It seems that the Black and White Saints are quite high-ranking members of this so-called Witch Saint Cult...
Wu Zhao closed her eyes and sensed that the pain from the curse within her body had gradually weakened since she got down.
Shen Jiaojiao left without showing up?
Feeling a bit strange, Wu Zhao looked up at her private room and met Ye Linyan's light-colored eyes.
He nodded to Wu Zhao, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
He seemed neither surprised nor frightened by what he saw, but simply pointed to the watch on his wrist at Wu Zhao.
“Miss Wu, it will be a bit late if we don’t leave now.”
Lan Yao walked over and said, "Miss, Young Master Gu will probably be here soon, shouldn't we—"
If Gu Jiaxi comes, she will most likely inform the Wu family.
So Wu Zhao said, "Let's leave first, and we'll talk about the rest when we get back. These people won't be able to move for a while, so don't worry about them running away."
After the Frost Prison dissipated, Lan Yao was surprised to find that they were actually in a mass grave!
The second floor of Ye Linyan's place was a dilapidated, unfinished building, with the window frames creaking in the wind.
Those seats downstairs were actually transformed from tombstones!
"Hiss—" Lan Yao gasped for breath and struggled to lift the unconscious man up.
Ye Linyan came downstairs with his bodyguards and said, "Go help."
Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and carefully took the man from Lan Yao's side.
"Be careful!" Lan Yao emphasized.
After Ye Linyan walked to his side, Wu Zhao reached out and grabbed his collar.
Her eyes held a sharp glint as she asked, "Mr. Ye invited me to this ridiculous auction, yet at the same time he told Shen Jiaojiao to pack her bags and run away..."
"That was a brilliant move of yours. What were you planning? Why don't you tell me?"
Ye Linyan was being choked so tightly he could hardly breathe, but he still smiled and said, "You really don't know what I'm planning?"
“I told you from the beginning.”
"What Gu Chen can give you, I can give you too."
"So why can't you look at me, look at my face?"
Under Wu Zhao's somewhat shaken gaze, Ye Linyan said softly, "Can you really ignore this face?"
"Zhao Zhao."
With a deafening roar, a silver bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the dark night sky.
The light illuminated Ye Linyan's eyes, which shimmered with a faint blackish-gold hue, under the night sky.
Wu Zhao's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly took two steps back after releasing his hand.
"you…"
"Junwu?"