Chapter 148: The Sneaky Malevolent Ghost

The air was thick with black fog and the stench of blood.

All the surrounding barriers had been nearly destroyed.

Yin Buqi carried her down directly.

The dense black mist, as if sensing their presence, surged toward them.

However, Yin Buqi seemed entirely unfazed.

Holding Jiang Niannian in his arms, he swept his sleeve, dispersing the black fog entirely.

Though he moved swiftly, layers upon layers of black mist continuously closed in, endlessly slowing them down.

Jiang Niannian observed Yin Buqi’s expression and asked, “What are you looking for?”

“A corpse.”

“What kind of corpse? I’ll help you look.”

“No…”

Yin Buqi glanced at her eager expression and swallowed his words before replying, “A corpse, charred black and swollen, with its eyes gouged out.”

Imagining the grotesque scene, Jiang Niannian shuddered involuntarily.

My god, that’s disgusting.

As they advanced, she saw many ghosts that had followed them down earlier.

Some were seized by the black mist, their jaws forcibly torn off—one could only imagine the excruciating pain, far beyond human endurance.

“You said you wanted to recover my memories—does it have something to do with this corpse?”

“Yes.”

Yin Buqi nodded.

Another wave of black mist surged toward them.

He furrowed his brows and dispersed it once more.

Seeing his seriousness, Jiang Niannian started to believe she had truly lost her memories.

She couldn’t explain it, but she just trusted him.

As time passed, the deeper they ventured, the more chaotic the black mist became.

Their spiritual senses and energies were disturbed, making it impossible to detect anything beyond a mere ten feet.

The space around them was fractured, filled with wailing screams and deadly traps.

Searching for a single person in such an environment was no easy task.

Yin Buqi’s white robe was now riddled with cuts, and through the torn fabric, dark red stains were visible—his blood.

Jiang Niannian frowned deeply, almost feeling his pain.

“Your wounds…”

“They’re nothing. I won’t die.”

“But they look so painful…”

Yin Buqi’s grip around her tightened protectively.

“It doesn’t hurt, Niannian. As long as you’re by my side, this pain is nothing.”

Jiang Niannian knew she couldn’t help much, so she simply hugged his waist tightly.

She asked, “And that ‘Heaven’s Will’—what is it all about?”

Yin Buqi replied, “Just a sneaky malevolent ghost, borrowing others’ lives to offset its own sins, evading judgment in the underworld, wandering the mortal realm, deceiving people, and exploiting them for its own gain—pretending to be an omnipotent god. That day, when you fell into the Fallen Immortal Platform, your divine power dissipated, and it took advantage of the situation, absorbing your power to become what it is now—‘Heaven’s Will.’”

“A Bodhisattva in appearance, but a fiend at heart—is that it…” Jiang Niannian murmured.

Then she paused.

“Wait… from what you just said, does that mean my previous incarnation as ‘Heaven’s Will’… was me?!”

Yin Buqi chuckled.

“Niannian is so smart.”

Still reeling from the revelation that she had once been ‘Heaven’s Will,’ a crisp sound of shattering suddenly echoed.

Yin Buqi had found a cave entrance.

He shattered its barrier and pulled her inside.

Behind them, raging flames sealed the entrance, cutting off the black mist and the howling screams.

“The corpse is in here?”

“No. The Night of Hell is approaching. Countless ghosts are restless, and evil spirits are surging. It’s too dangerous outside. We’ll stay here for the night and continue searching tomorrow.”

On the cave walls, countless red lights flickered.

As Jiang Niannian looked closer, she realized they were crimson eyes, oozing blood tears.

Her scalp tingled with fear.

Clutching Yin Buqi’s sleeve, she trembled, “The walls… there’s something on the walls.”

Yin Buqi didn’t even glance at them.

With a wave of his sleeve, he conjured a long, soft bed.

“Just illusions. They can’t hurt us.”

The bed looked plush, just big enough for two people to sleep close together.

There was even a round pillow that suited her taste perfectly.

Amid this eerie environment, the bed somehow radiated warmth and comfort.

Jiang Niannian tried her best to ignore the staring eyes on the walls.

“They still look creepy.”

“Forget about them. Get some rest. I’m here.”

Yin Buqi climbed onto the bed and patted the space beside him.

The bloodstains on his body had disappeared at some point, likely cleansed with a dust-cleaning technique.

Just as Jiang Niannian lifted the blanket to lie down, a sudden wave of dizziness overtook her.

Her breath hitched, her heart pounded in agony, and cold sweat drenched her skin.

Could it be that the poison was acting up again?

She hurriedly took a pill from her storage pouch, but it had no effect.

Clutching her chest, she collapsed onto the bed.

The smile on Yin Buqi’s face froze as he hurriedly supported her.

Then, as if realizing something, his lips curled into a sly grin, revealing pearly white teeth.

His face was breathtakingly beautiful, and his smile was charming.

But for some reason, the phrase “a glint of cold steel” flashed through Jiang Niannian’s mind.

The way he looked at her reminded her of a cunning wolf spotting a plump little rabbit—his sharp, eerie grin exposing an ominous intent.

Yin Buqi said, “I just remembered—living beings can’t stay in the underworld for too long. To survive here, you must absorb enough yin energy.”

Jiang Niannian, weak and drenched in cold sweat, felt her soul slipping from her body.

Her mind screamed, F*ck, this pretty boy totally did this on purpose!*

She gritted her teeth.

“Something… this important… why didn’t you say it earlier? Now… where am I supposed to find… yin energy…”

She felt like she was dying.

Those words had drained all her strength.

Yin Buqi’s skin was ghostly pale, his lips a deep crimson—a chilling contrast, yet strangely mesmerizing.

“No need to look far. It’s right in front of you.”

His voice stretched lazily as he curved his eyes into a smile. “I am of the purest yin and coldest nature.”

The moment he said this, Jiang Niannian understood.

Her pale lips parted slightly, her eyes welling with tears as pain wracked her body.

“Please… help me…”

Pride is precious, but life is priceless!

“Of course, I would never refuse Niannian’s request.”

Yin Buqi lifted her chin and, without another word, kissed her.

Jiang Niannian’s pupils dilated in shock.

This… is how I absorb yin energy?!

Yet his kiss indeed soothed her agony, like a fish gasping for breath in parched soil, only to be immersed in a cool, life-giving spring.

It was intoxicating, overwhelming.

The rich scent of snow pine spread between their lips and teeth.

Feeling the softness of his lips, Jiang Niannian could only hear her own pounding heart, a rapid rhythm echoing in her chest, stirring a faint trembling sensation.

Something burning hot pressed against her stomach, igniting a sense of panic.

She jolted awake and pushed him away.

Yin Buqi’s face was flushed with desire, but his gaze harbored a dangerous, obsessive fervor.

“I… I feel much better now. No need for more yin energy.”

Jiang Niannian pressed a hand against his chest—his beauty was too alluring, and she feared she might lose control.

Yet Yin Buqi acted as if he hadn’t heard her.

He leaned closer, his crimson lips parting slightly, whispering seductively, “A mere kiss isn’t enough… You need to fully, thoroughly absorb the yin energy.”

His breath teased her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

This man was a walking temptation!

If I’ve committed a crime, please let the law punish me—

Not leave me trapped in this eerie cave with a breathtaking, dangerously seductive beauty!

Seeing her face flush like a blooming rose, Yin Buqi smirked.

He lowered his head, nipping at her ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer. I’ll take good care of you, Niannian.”

“No! Not here! I can’t do this here!”

The eyes on the walls blinked eerily, their crimson glow flickering, sending chills through her.

Yin Buqi chuckled.

“So, what will it be? Your chastity or your life? Choose wisely, Niannian.”

Pain surged once more.

As she gazed at his dangerously close face, her vision blurred.

“…My life.”

A satisfied smirk curved Yin Buqi’s lips.

He pressed a kiss to hers, whispering sweetly, “Good girl, Niannian…”

“Now, spread your legs.”