Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 246: Chapter 162: The Curse (First Update)

Mo Shiyao retreated two steps with Han Ruyan, clasped her hands to form a spell, and chanted the mystic Immortal Sound.

“True Word—Nine-layered Heavenly Firmament Tower!”

The mystic sound transformed, and the silhouette of a towering building flickered into existence, suppressing the Painting Woman from above, squashing her into a pulp.

Splat!

However, almost as soon as the Painting Woman had died, on the other side of the room, within the mirror hanging on the wall, the Painting Woman appeared again, stepping out from the mirror plane into reality.

Crash!

Mo Shiyao unleashed a blast of Spiritual Power, shattering the mirror, and the scattered fragments fell onto the ground.

Yet an even more astonishing scene unfolded. From each mirror fragment, the figure of the Painting Woman emerged, stepping into reality little by little.

In the room appeared hundreds of Painting Women, all wearing eerie smiles, looking at Su Jie, Han Ruyan, and Mo Shiyao.

Especially Mo Shiyao, who had just made a move, felt as if struck by lightning when one of the Painting Women touched her. Her skin turned a layer of white ash, the remains of bone ash left after a corpse was burned.

This layer of ash spread continuously, and Mo Shiyao’s body flattened, as if compressed into two-dimensional existence. The Painting Woman pressed Mo Shiyao into her body, attempting to engulf her within herself.

“Immortal Sound Seal!”

Mo Shiyao’s hands worked non-stop casting spells, continuously summoning Spiritual Power, her body emanating Spiritual Radiance like sacred fire to resist the terrifying compressive force, slowly regaining her normal three-dimensional form.

Mo Shiyao, now utterly enraged by the Painting Woman, continuously chanted Miao Yin, slashing the Painting Women into pieces with divine swords.

But this action resulted in the chopped-up pieces of the Painting Women bloodily regenerating.

A fingertip, a section of calf, each grew a new Painting Woman. Unless it was crushed into a powder, it was impossible to completely destroy a Painting Woman.

“What kind of principle is this Ghost based on?”

Mo Shiyao’s expression changed slightly, finding this Ghost incredibly difficult to kill.

Han Ruyan covered her mouth, watching as the Painting Woman approached her, instinctively moving to retreat.

Su Jie looked around and suddenly spoke, “Miss Han, come to my side.”

Han Ruyan blinked her eyes, hesitated for a moment but still cautiously approached the direction where Su Jie was.

Su Jie took Han Ruyan’s delicate hand and quickly walked to a certain position, then stopped still.

Han Ruyan’s face flushed, allowing Su Jie to arrange her as he pleased.

Soon, Han Ruyan was surprised to discover that the Painting Women suddenly stopped their approach. They seemed to completely ignore the two, turning instead to converge on Mo Shiyao.

“What’s happening?”

Han Ruyan was astonished that the female ghosts were ignoring them.

Su Jie smiled without speaking. These Painting Women only attacked humans identified by mirrors, or more precisely, any reflective surface that could show a person’s shadow. The position Su Jie had chosen was one that avoided all reflective entities.

While Su Jie was at ease, Mo Shiyao had to bear the attack of all the Painting Women.

This female ghost was on a different level from the child Fierce Ghost encountered before, much stronger, and even with Mo Shiyao continuously employing the Miao Yin technique, she was still unable to kill them quickly enough.

“Keep it up, keep trying, you can do it.”

Su Jie brought over a chair, sat down, and watched Mo Shiyao struggle in the intense battle as though he had no concern at all.

Mo Shiyao was so angry that her chest heaved violently, glaring at Su Jie.

“Miss Mo, come over to us quickly,” urged Han Ruyan, waving at Mo Shiyao.

“Tsk tsk, Miss Mo, a noble disciple from a reputable sect, couldn’t possibly be unable to deal with a mere female ghost, needing instead to hide away with the people from the Martial Arts world.”

Su Jie’s mocking tone was perfectly timed, agitating Mo Shiyao’s heart and immediately causing her temper to flare up.

“You needn’t run your mouth, I will surely show you my strength.”

Mo Shiyao clenched her teeth, unwilling to show weakness in front of someone from the Martial Arts world.

“Ah, is your name Xu Changqing? I got you wrong just now, I’m really sorry.”

Realizing the two were sparring verbally, Han Ruyan, who had a good memory, remembered Su Jie’s name even though they had met only once.

“Miss Han, your Han Mansion seems to be quite troubled tonight!” @@novelbin@@

Su Jie’s gaze settled on Han Ruyan, whose tall figure, plump and slender waist, and especially her light veils that barely covered her body, revealing her soft and delicate skin in a tantalizing manner, were enchanting beyond compare.

“I am quite curious, these Fierce Ghosts seem to have a specific purpose, and their target might just be you.”

Su Jie extended his finger, lifting Han Ruyan’s chin, looking at her moist and alluring lips, truly a woman full of allure.

“Hold on, what do you think you’re doing?”

Han Ruyan crossed her arms over her chest, her teeth gently biting her red lips, obviously a bit angry, yet even with that anger, her voice was still sweet and tingling.

“There’s something on your body…”

Su Jie brushed aside the hair at the temple of Han Ruyan’s forehead, then grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around to face away from him, and pulled down a layer of light veil, speaking indifferently, “Here, you’ve been cursed. That might be the reason why your Han Mansion is so troubled.”

But on Han Ruyan’s flawless white back, stimulated by Su Jie’s Spiritual Power, a strange black and purple pattern began to emerge.

“What!”

Han Ruyan instinctively reached for her own back but felt nothing.

“Hey, you little thief, get your dirty hands off her.”

On the other side, seeing Su Jie’s actions, Mo Shiyao was displeased; she was here fighting desperately, and he was flirting with a woman, which was intolerable.

Then, Mo Shiyao took out a wooden fish with a pained expression. The wooden fish was covered in cracks and the surface was engraved with dense spell inscriptions, seemingly a part of some scripture.

Thump!

Mo Shiyao gently struck the wooden fish, and a profound sound as vast as the stars spread out.

Wherever the ripples of the sound passed, the bodies of the Painting Women suddenly stiffened and then crumbled into dust, directly shattered by the vibration.

One after another, the Painting Women turned to dust, leaving nothing behind in the room.

Obviously, these Painting Women were not present in their true form.

Su Jie looked thoughtfully at the fragments of the mirror on the ground. Perhaps the Fierce Ghost’s real body was in the world within the mirror.

“Miss Han, are you alright?”

Mo Shiyao tenderly put away the wooden fish, now with even more cracks, then marched over, barely able to restrain herself from lashing out at Su Jie.

“I’m fine. Just now, Young Master Xu was helping me.”

Han Ruyan quickly held Mo Shiyao back from taking action, and then repeated Su Jie’s earlier deduction.

“You were cursed?”

Mo Shiyao exclaimed in shock as she lifted the veil from Han Ruyan’s back.

As expected, there were the eerie traces of a Spell, altogether resembling a vertical eye.

The curse was invisible to Han Ruyan herself, and Mo Shiyao hadn’t noticed it either; it had only revealed a hint of its mark when stimulated with Spiritual Power.