Chapter 4254 — He Is Lying
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Guo Dengtao and Wang Feng watched this scene too, not sure whether to laugh or cry. They strained for a long while before finally managing not to burst out laughing. A woman like Feng Hongyu was a rare freak of nature, the kind you saw once in a hundred years.
After a good long while of comforting, Feng Hongyu's emotions finally steadied. But then she looked at the revolting filth plastered all over her, turned her head, and with a great retching heave, vomited...
Chu Bubai stood to one side with his arms crossed, waiting. He glanced at the slime smeared on his clothes, and if not for the important plan still ahead, he would have been sorely tempted to kick her right then and there.
"No one needs to be afraid. There's nothing to fear from these things—they're completely harmless..." Seeing everyone staring at him with strange expressions, Chu Bubai had no choice but to force a smile and explain.
At that, everyone nodded. That much was beyond doubt—after all, Feng Hongyu had plunged headfirst into the thing's belly and it still had not reacted in the slightest. Otherwise, if it had been aggressive, Feng Hongyu would long since have been gnawed clean.
"Brother Chu, just what is this thing, anyway? It's downright creepy to look at!" Guo Dengtao could not help asking. Even knowing the thing was harmless, simply looking at it made one's heart quail.
"They are nothing more than spirit beasts that had formed a primordial spirit. When their bodies died, their primordial spirits naturally could not be preserved either, so they gradually faded away with them, leaving nothing that could be called a mind. Yet they still retain the instinct to survive, and so they linger in their rotting corpses like wronged ghosts—which is what gives rise to the eerie sight you see. In truth, they are quite harmless." Chu Bubai explained to them all.
"So that's how it is." Everyone nodded. They were all Golden Core cultivators; the notion of a primordial spirit was naturally familiar to them, and Chu Bubai's explanation was reasonable and well-founded enough to make sense.
To cultivators, talk of wronged ghosts was nothing out of the ordinary. If a primordial spirit existed, then the wronged ghosts of common folklore existing as well was hardly strange, for the two were in essence the very same thing. Was not the ghostly creature clinging to Wei Zhao proof enough of that?
After hearing Chu Bubai's explanation, Feng Hongyu, who had nearly been frightened out of her wits, finally came back to herself. But she no longer dared to mock and jeer at others with her earlier arrogance. Head down, face red, she set about cleaning the filth off herself.
And Huang Xiaotao, nestled in Wei Zhao's arms, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. What people fear most is the unknown; now that the phenomenon could be explained, there was nothing left to fear.
Wei Zhao, meanwhile, was lowering his head in thought, pondering whether Chu Bubai's explanation could really be trusted—when all at once a voice rang out in his mind: "He is lying. Don't fall for it!"
"Hm?" Wei Zhao had not heard that voice in so long that he froze for a moment. Then, startled and delighted, he reacted: "Senior Ghost!"
"That thing is no spirit beast's primordial spirit at all—it's a ghost cultivator!" The ghostly creature cackled in his mind. "What you see before you was most likely made with a low-grade demon head's soul-refining art—defective ghost-talisman demon heads refined from low-grade spirit beasts. But he did get one thing right: this thing really does have no killing power." (To be continued.) R527