Chapter 642: Ghost Marriage and Ghost Bride

Chapter 642: Ghost Marriage and Ghost Bride

“Cough cough...”

The hill looked like it was tethering on the brink of complete collapse by the time the dust clouds faded. Dancer, Earth Walker and Slaughterer all cut a sorry figure.

Dancer was covered in dust and soot and looked a little pale. She no longer looked like a heavenly goddess.

Earth Walker crawled out of the underground with a dark expression. His aura was unstable, and the flame burning on his head was flickering erratically.

Slaughterer looked the worst out of all of them. There was a several inches long wound on his chest that went deep enough to reveal his insides. Powerful purple intent could be seen leaking out of it.

It wasn’t too serious though. As he inhaled and exhaled, the flesh nubs on both sides of the wound slowly restored it to normal.

“Who is that man, Dream Master? I’m going to tear him to a million pieces for wounding me!” Slaughterer uttered through gritted teeth while his eyes shone with the promise of murder.

Earth Walker was also looking at Dream Master with green flames boiling in his pupils.

“He is Defeated,” Dream Master answered.

“The seventh named warrior on the Human Champions Ranking, ‘The Man Who Never Wins’, Defeated?” Dancer exclaimed in surprise. “No wonder he’s so strong!”

“Seventh named warrior my ass, I would’ve torn him to shreds if I wasn’t careless!” Slaughterer scoffed. “Why didn’t you attack just now, Dream Master? With our strengths combined, we absolutely could have slain him just now.”

“You are right, but there is no need,” Dream Master said indifferently. “The price would have been too great—cough!”

Suddenly, Dream Master let out a quiet cough. His face also turned unnaturally red.

“Are you hurt?”

Dancer supported Dream Master and asked concernedly.

“I am fine. It’s just a minor injury.” Dream Master shot her a gentle smile before tapping her forehead. Something dirty trickled out of his nose, and it was saying all kinds of unspeakable words. Just listening to it caused one’s head to hurt like a migraine and threw one’s mind into disarray.

When Dream Master pinched the dirty object, it actually started squirming and struggling like it was alive.

“What is that?” Dancer asked.

“This is a taint created by the Demon Eye of Taint.” Dream Master explained, “The Demon Eye of Taint is a secret art created by Yellow Spring of the Nine Demonic Ways. It could inflict someone with the whispers of gods and demons and pollute one’s mind and soul. It is a most potent terror.”

“The Demon Eye of Taint was how Defeated managed to break out of my dream when we fought earlier.”

Ye Qing suddenly opened his eyes with a look of puzzlement.

“That’s the second time I dreamed of that bride. Strange.”

Ye Qing slowly lay down and cushioned the back of his head with his hands. He looked at the starry sky with a small frown on his face.

After he left the Hill of Services, Ye Qing kept journeying north until it was dark. Then, he sought out a random shelter and caught some rest. He had just fallen asleep when suddenly, he dreamed of the bride he had dreamed at the Hill of Services. Even odder, she was now standing inside his room instead of outside like last time. It was unusual to say the least.

“That’s the second time I had the same dream. Is my subconscious telling me to get married, or am I possessed by a ghost or something?”

Ye Qing rejected the first theory immediately. Even if he desired the opposite sex and wanted to marry someone, why on earth would he dream of a ghost bride of all things?

However, he didn’t feel like he was possessed either. He was sure that he would notice with his spirit.

Strange. How strange!

A short while later, Ye Qing sat up and brought out the Annon Sutra. When in doubt, ask the Annon Sutra!

“I keep dreaming about brides as of late. What’s going on?”

Ye Qing spat out several mouthfuls of blood after asking the question. Soon, the Annon Sutra gave him an answer:

“As of late, I’ve had the same dream twice. It was a dream about a bride slowly approaching me. People say that what you think about in the day, you will dream of at night. Is this a sign that I’m missing female companionship?”

“But even if I am, why would I dream of a ghost bride instead of Young Red or Young Cui from the House of Red Delights? Am I secretly a spectrophilia?”

Ye Qing’s mouth twitched when he saw this. You’re the spectrophilia! Your whole family is spectrophilia!

“No, no. This feels more like the Ghost Marriage of the legends. Someone must be trying to kill me. That’s right! When the ghost bride reaches me, and I see her face, I will become her ghost husband and die!”

When the Annon Sutra manifested the word “die”, blood poured profusely out of the word, and ghastly wails could be heard from it.

Ye Qing: “...” Is it just me, or is the Annon Sutra getting feistier and feistier as of late?

Complains aside, at least the Annon Sutra gave him a straight answer this time. The dream was no coincidence. Someone was trying to kill him!

The name of the dream was Ghost Marriage, and the bride in the dream was called a ghost bride.

The moment the ghost bride reached him inside the dream was the moment he died.