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

Chapter 274: Chapter 189: Jealousy (Third Update)

These Righteous Disciples varied in strength, but even those at the eighth or ninth level of the Yunling Realm could only struggle to resist the devouring force of the flower sedan chair’s ghostly face.

Thump!

The weakest disciple was the first to be sucked into the ghost’s gaping maw, which was actually the main door of the flower sedan chair.

The disciples sucked in were like being fed into a meat grinder, their bodies sliced into bits and pieces.

These fragments scattered about and flew out, turning into a sky full of Paper Money, which then reconfigured into Papermen.

As for those disciples who still wanted to resist and struggle, the other Fierce Ghosts were not indifferent.

A group of Fierce Ghosts joined the battle, and without Han Ruyan having to lift a finger, they completed their task.

The Painting Woman, holding a copper mirror in her hand, multiplied as she moved, strangling the disciples’ necks and limbs, erasing them from the air.

The Lantern Ghost walked slowly, the bodies of one disciple after another turning into melting wax, dead body oil flowing everywhere.

A hanging ghost stood out, an old hemp rope flying from its hand, one end wrapping around its own neck and the other around the neck of a disciple across, both hanging in mid-air together.

As the hanging ghost descended, the disciple it caught ascended, quickly turning into a dried corpse.

A ghoul with scapula bones plucked at the strings, playing a mournful and sorrowful tune.

Upon hearing this music, a disciple went mad, his body twisting like a tangled ball of thread, with fascia and blood vessels bursting out of the skin, wrapping around him and contorting into a ball of flesh.

Under the amplification of the Ghost Bride’s abilities, these ghosts had varying degrees of strength increases, and with their sheer numbers, it took only a few minutes for this place to become a slaughterhouse.

“We can’t win, we can’t beat them at all, these ghosts are too terrifying.”

“Run… run!”

“We’re going to die, if we stay we’ll all die.”

The Righteous Disciples collapsed, attempting to flee in all directions.

Han Ruyan watched as several fleeing Righteous Disciples waved her hands at them.

These disciples showed expressions of sorrow on one half of their faces and joy on the other half.

As they ran, their bodies suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thump, their life force already extinguished.

Even in death, their faces maintained a look that was halfway between crying and laughing, chilling to the bone. @@novelbin@@

Dozens of Righteous Disciples, with only modest intervention from Han Ruyan, failed to leave this place alive.

And the resentment and fear that they emitted in their dying moments were all collected by Han Ruyan, with the other Fierce Ghosts only looking on eagerly, not daring to fight for even a bit of it.

When everything settled, Su Jie instructed the ghosts to clean up the battlefield, before walking over to Xiao Fengyuan and Ning Xinyue.

“How’s it going?”

“Not bad, I won’t die.”

Xiao Fengyuan smiled, blood trickling from his mouth as he spoke.

Luckily, he was a Demon Cultivator, and when it came to self-preservation abilities, Demon Cultivators were quite a bit stronger than those of the Righteous sect.

“You nearly had to collect our bodies.”

Ning Xinyue wiped the dirt from her face, complaining.

While speaking, Ning Xinyue sneaked a few glances at Han Ruyan and murmured softly, “By the way, why did they call you husband, and you actually…”

She trailed off without finishing, casting a strange look towards Su Jie.

That look clearly said, “You can’t even leave female ghosts alone?”

“If I hadn’t become her husband and married her in a ceremony, could you have escaped from East Victory City? I made such a sacrifice, and you don’t even think to be grateful?”

Su Jie pinched Ning Xinyue’s cheeks, full of collagen and tender pink. If he hadn’t contracted with the Ghost Bride back then, Su Jie would have died in East Victory City.

Even though the Ghost Bride was very dangerous, and didn’t listen to his commands very well, she ultimately saved his life in East Victory City.

Ning Xinyue blinked her eyes, understanding the reasoning, and shook Su Jie’s arm back and forth: “I was wrong, I won’t laugh at you anymore.”

However, Ning Xinyue’s actions immediately caught the attention of the Ghost Bride.

Han Ruyan slowly turned her head, her dead and icy pupils fixed on Ning Xinyue.

The suffocating feeling and the scent of death caused goosebumps to rise on Ning Xinyue’s arms.

When she looked up, she found herself in a staring contest with the Ghost Bride.

“Die!”

The wedding dress on Han Ruyan looked magnificent and pretty, fluttering slightly, signaling the prelude to her attack.

In front of Su Jie, Ning Xinyue’s facial expressions kept changing, revealing an emotion that looked like a mix of crying and laughing. The Righteous Disciples just now had died by this very move.

A page of the Jade Heavenly Book floated up around Ning Xinyue, the tadpole-like characters moving on their own, forming a barrier of light to fend off this unknown, bizarre curse.

Nonetheless, the strength of Han Ruyan’s attack was too terrifying, like a fragile eggshell; the scriptures continued to crumble and vanish.

“Wife, don’t attack, she is one of us.”

Su Jie spoke hurriedly, not expecting that Han Ruyan, having become a Fierce Ghost, could get jealous, and quite intensely at that.

While speaking, Su Jie stepped between Han Ruyan and Ning Xinyue, simultaneously holding Han Ruyan’s arm to make her cancel the curse.

“Husband, are you going to betray our vows?”

Han Ruyan’s gaze stayed on Su Jie, feeling some instability in the contract within her sea of consciousness.

Her aura became even more mournful and sad. The silver moonlight cast upon her pale skin, her long hair cascading like a waterfall under the night sky. The red wedding dress gently swayed, her hollow eyes revealing a deep resentment.

Ning Xinyue was also taken aback by Han Ruyan’s gesture and began waving her hands.

“Miss Han Ruyan, I have nothing to do with your husband, I’m not competing for him! I wouldn’t fall for that kind of guy.”

In order to prove her innocence, Ning Xinyue voluntarily put more distance between herself and Su Jie.

Clearly, Ning Xinyue knew how terrible Han Ruyan was. In East Victory City, not even the ghostly hordes could do anything to her, having just now witnessed Han Ruyan’s slaughter firsthand.

Han Ruyan felt a vague sense of familiarity with that address.

But without her memories from when she was alive, she didn’t take Ning Xinyue’s words seriously.

At this moment, Su Jie had already taken Han Ruyan’s hand, saying, “Of course, I have not forgotten our past vows. The person who loves you the most is me, don’t you know that yet?”

Hearing these cheesy words, Ning Xinyue looked at Su Jie as if he were a scumbag.

Han Ruyan didn’t speak, still watching Ning Xinyue with a look as if she were seeing a dead person, which made Ning Xinyue feel very uncomfortable.

“She and I have a senior-junior disciple relationship. Think about it, we just had our wedding ceremony today with so many witnesses present, she was there too. How could she possibly commit such an unforgivable act?”

Sensing the shift in Han Ruyan’s aura, Su Jie spoke faster.

What he said was indeed true; back at the Han Mansion in East Victory City, the two of them had married in a ceremony witnessed by the army of ghosts, the only difference being that the witnesses were not human, but ghosts.

Han Ruyan slowly averted her gaze, not continuing her attack, though it was unclear whether she had been convinced or not.