Chapter 3 Miss Xie
Bai Anting’s pupils frantically scanned the darkness; she understood clearly that the “Deng Xiaolin” before her was definitely not alive.
But the problem was, was the Deng Xiaolin she had met before real or fake?
She couldn’t tell, she truly couldn’t tell!
Under her terrified gaze, “Deng Xiaolin” suddenly let out a giggling laugh, her split mouth reaching her ears. Her neck seemed to have been forcibly stretched, and her entire body, with bloodshot eyes, stared fixedly at Bai Anting.
“Where are you going?”
Bai Anting had retreated all the way to the window and had no more room to retreat!
So, why was it that she had never encountered a single ghost in all the places she had visited that were rumored to be haunted?
Instead, she was encountering ghosts every day recently!
Bai Anting mentally cursed the heavens.
“Beep beep beep…”
Just then, Bai Anting’s mobile phone rang again.
But she didn’t have time to bother with her phone now. In this state of fear, her only option was to jump out the window.
Therefore, the young girl tried with all her might to open the window, but to her despair, the window wouldn’t open at all!
She could only watch as “Deng Xiaolin” walked towards her step by step.
And at that moment, a cold female voice echoed in the room, “Presumptuous.”
As the voice appeared, the temperature in the room plummeted, as if falling into the extreme cold of hell.
Bai Anting moved her gaze towards the source of the sound and saw a grim and terrifying, blood-stained, rusted iron door appear in the bedroom.
The blood-stained iron door slowly opened, and a figure dressed in white, holding a mourning staff, slowly emerged from the door.
Upon seeing this person, Bai Anting felt as if she had seen a savior and immediately found her anchor.
She wished she could pounce on the White Impermanence and hug her leg tightly right then and there.
At a time like this, it was such a wonderful thing to have someone, a ghost, come to support her!
“Xiao Bai!” Bai Anting immediately hid behind the White Impermanence and asked tremblingly, “What’s going on with my good friend?”
“Her?”
The White Impermanence simply looked coldly at the “Deng Xiaolin” in front of her.
“She is not your friend.”
As a Ghost Messenger, the White Impermanence could see through “Deng Xiaolin’s” essence at a glance.
She was merely a fierce ghost borrowing Deng Xiaolin’s skin, not Deng Xiaolin herself.
And Bai Impermanence knew who was borrowing Deng Xiaolin’s skin.
“Night Walker, Yin and Yang have order, how can you be allowed to cause trouble.”
The Night Walker, seeing that her identity had been discovered, was not overly surprised and merely let out a sharp laugh.
“So what?”
“Soul Reaper, you can’t even manage the Underworld, and you want to manage the affairs of the Human World?”
“Moreover, do you think you can definitely defeat me?”
The Night Walker asked three consecutive questions, appearing very disdainful, and she naturally had the capital for pride, as her own strength was not much weaker than that of a Soul Reaper.
If classified by the Underworld, she and White Impermanence were of the same rank, and even if they truly fought, their win rate would only be fifty-fifty.
“Heh heh,” the White Impermanence felt a trace of pity for the Night Walker’s actions: “To think that the dignified Night Walker would stoop to disguising herself as a new ghost to harm people, I truly pity you.”
Before the two could fight, their words were already in sharp opposition, yielding no ground.
Furthermore, the rusted iron door disappeared, leaving only a young Qin Liu standing beside the White Impermanence.
“Now it’s two against one, how about it?”
“Tsk…”
The Night Walker, seeing that the other party was determined to capture her, asked.
“Shouldn’t you have gone with Black Impermanence to deal with Gu Qianyang?”
“Why do you have the free time to deal with me?”
“I don’t think I need to explain myself to you.”
The White Impermanence’s mourning staff transformed into a soul-hooking chain, her gaze fixed on the Night Walker. As long as the other party made any move, she could counter every move and capture her in one fell swoop.
But the Night Walker also knew this. She feigned an attack, then with a flash, she directly escaped from the room.
Bai Anting, as an outsider to the situation, was completely bewildered. She didn’t even know when the Night Walker had become Deng Xiaolin.
And where had the original Deng Xiaolin gone?
Although there were many mysteries, Bai Anting still thanked the White Impermanence.
In response to Bai Anting’s thanks, the White Impermanence merely waved her hand and said.
“It’s fortunate you came here, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to find the Night Walker’s location.”
Bai Anting’s mobile phone could connect to the Underworld’s network, so the White Impermanence was able to locate Deng Xiaolin so quickly by using her phone’s GPS.
Although the Night Walker had escaped, the priority now was not to chase her.
Instead, it was to find Deng Xiaolin as soon as possible.
However, for the White Impermanence, a Soul Reaper, this was not a difficult task.
She walked to the shattered mirror and reached out her hand towards it.
As her hand touched the mirror, it passed directly through it.
After fumbling around for a while, she pulled out a swooning young girl from the mirror.
“There are no problems with her vital signs, but…”
As the White Impermanence spoke, her expression became somewhat solemn.
At this moment, Deng Xiaolin was draped in a cursed red wedding dress. The threads within the dress pierced her body and entwined around her internal organs. If it were forcibly removed, she would definitely die.
Even more critically, this wedding dress carried an extremely heavy curse, the accumulated resentment of which was enough to turn a living person into the most terrifying fierce ghost.
Just as the White Impermanence was observing Deng Xiaolin’s condition, black, viscous liquid oozed out from the shattered mirror again. The “Deng Xiaolin” in the reflection stared at the White Impermanence.
“White Impermanence, why do you have to meddle in other people’s business?”
Deng Xiaolin’s voice mixed with the Night Walker’s voice, creating a deep, heavy echo.
“This girl’s powerful spiritual sight ability, it would be a waste not to use it to train her as a guide to the Yellow Springs. Believe me, her potential is no less than Qin Liu’s…”
Before the Night Walker could finish, the White Impermanence’s mourning staff heavily struck the mirror surface.
The already shattered mirror completely turned into dust.
“Flowers in the mirror, moon on the water,” the Night Walker’s sneering voice came from all directions: “Miss Xie, why don’t you guess how many wisps of her three souls and seven spirits are left?”
Along with the teasing laughter, the Night Walker seemed to be gradually fading away.
The White Impermanence looked at the girl wrapped in the red wedding dress, her brow furrowed.
As the Night Walker had said, under such a curse, this young woman named Deng Xiaolin would not even last until tomorrow evening.
Even if there were methods to prolong her life, this period of time would not be enough to construct the necessary spell.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Just as the White Impermanence was at a loss, an old man walked into the room with faltering steps.
His right arm was unnaturally twisted, and dark red bloodstains dripped continuously down the sleeves of his yellow Taoist robe onto the ground.
“Master Xie… no, Miss Xie, this old servant of yours still has one more method…”
