Chapter 277
Chapter 277 I’ll Be Your Guide to the Underworld
Behind those four big brothers who had run into the wrong scene, there stood a woman in white who was completely out of place with them.
Not gonna lie, her figure was quite nice.
Just couldn’t see her face.
However, the four big brothers clearly weren’t falling for this clumsy act: “Are you kidding me? Trying to escape with this trick? What a joke! Enough with the nonsense, just spit it out. Let’s get on with it!”
Ling Mo: “…”
Well then.
It seemed this group was indeed pretty formidable, as they showed no reaction even with the female ghost right up close, which only goes to prove their strong yang energy—ordinary ghosts wouldn’t affect them in the least.
Xia Xinyan scanned the surroundings.
Since that female ghost had appeared, she felt the temperature around them drop a few degrees. It wasn’t just a physical chill; the coldness was practically stabbing at their souls. And perhaps to set the mood, the round moon above was covered by clouds that appeared from nowhere, casting an even darker shadow over the already dim ancient town.
Fortunately, they didn’t see any ghostly figures nearby, and the ones who were likely affected first must be those over there.
If possible, this was a good chance to test the strength of the dungeon ghosts.
Perhaps because the ghosts weren’t attacking their side, the fat guy showed little emotion, sincerely voicing, “Big brother, wouldn’t it be better for us to make a fortune peacefully? Let’s talk it out, no need for shouting threats, right? How about this: let’s team up and rob the other teams for their mirrors? With nine of us joining forces, who in this dungeon could stand against us?”
“Where do you get nine from? Did you flunk math in elementary school?” The big brother closest to the female ghost couldn’t help but snap back.
The leading big brother seemed to find it amusing: “These kids are trying to scare us. They’re just hinting that there’s a ghost behind us. That’s an eight-hundred-year-old trick; my eighty-year-old grandma could do better than them.”
“But there’s really a woman behind you,” Bai Yu kindly pointed out.
He was genuinely concerned.
“Your grandma’s a freak, but today, I’m not falling for your tricks!” One of the big brothers finally snapped, turning around, “If there’s no one behind us, I’ll use your head as a ball… Damn.”
“Third bro, why are you talking about using heads? Never realized your hobby was so weird?” Another guy frowned, and when he saw the so-called Third Bro staring back in horror, he instinctively turned to look back too—
“Damn!”
“What’s with all the damn shouting?!” The leading big brother snapped, turning around, “I swear I’ll… damn it, Li’s grandma!”
At that moment, the blinged-out dude in the back was already being shouldered by the female ghost, yet he showed no reaction, only sporting a bizarre grin while laughing maniacally at them.
Simultaneously, his face shifted visibly to shades of blue-purple and began turning black.
The leading big brother decisively drew a copper coin sword from his space watch and, with a swift motion, activated it to glow golden before thrusting it at the fierce ghost: “I’ll send you on your way to the underworld today!”
The sword struck the fierce ghost, and the golden light erupted, hitting the female ghost, provoking a shrill scream before she vanished into a nearby abandoned house at an unbelievable speed.
The guy called Third Bro immediately yanked out a bottle of Six Flavors Rehmannia Pills and shoved it into the mouth of their dazed comrade, and almost simultaneously, the latter’s pallor visibly began to improve, though he still bore a black handprint on his shoulder.
But before they could catch their breath, a chill wind suddenly swept through, bringing a cacophony of ghostly laughter, and in the next moment, all the houses around began spewing out female ghosts, slowly approaching the eight of them in the center.
The eight promptly pulled out their weapons and exchanged determined glances.
Ling Mo was the first to speak: “Shall we take them down first?”
“Agreed,” the big brother wielding the copper coin sword nodded, then charged toward the group of fierce ghosts, shouting, “With Black and White Impermanence not collecting souls today, I’ll be your guide!”
The fat guy shook a bone enthusiastically, getting hyped: “Damn, this is getting real! Let’s end this! Supreme Heaven, may thunder strike you!”
Ling Mo also rummaged up a bunch of ghost-repelling gadgets, tossing them at the ghosts like they were candy. But soon he realized these spirits were pretty resistant to standard exorcism items. So, giving up on using his abilities, he just started bombarding them with tons of exorcism tools he had stashed away in his space watch.
At this point, they achieved a level of freedom in game points, and aside from basic physical enhancements, they had hoarded various useful tools for occasions when abilities wouldn’t suffice—like now.
But without the boost of his abilities, Ling Mo didn’t seem that impressive anymore. Plus, with the golden mirror in hand, he became the prime target for those fierce ghosts, ramping up the pressure on him.
Then, Xia Xinyan made her move.
She had just tested her abilities.
And discovered that her tail worked on ghosts too.
That tail could sever not just flesh but also souls.
Thus, Ling Mo witnessed his girlfriend’s magnificent slaughter scene yet again.
It even left him a bit dazed.
Suddenly, he felt he might not be putting in enough effort.
In truth, Ling Mo wanted Xia Xinyan to stay behind him so he could easily complete tasks—even saving the world—while now the game was hinting that he still had room to grow.
He wasn’t close enough to his ideal.
Fueled by a newfound determination.
And just moments later, the fight concluded.
Those fierce ghosts looked scary, but they were probably just a clone of the original, at the same level as ordinary dungeon fodder. This encountered battle was likely just a tutorial to familiarize them with how to deal with the ghosts in this dungeon.
Aside from that unfortunate guy with the lingering black handprint on his shoulder, there were no casualties in this fight.
They also managed to dissolve the hostility between the two groups.
After all, it was clear from the last battle how skilled the opposing side was; the leading big brother could see Ling Mo’s group wasn’t as harmless as they seemed, while Ling Mo and his team recognized that the big brothers weren’t just brawn—especially the one with the copper coin sword, dramatically swinging it while shouting, “I’ll send you to the western heavens!” was truly a stunning sight.
This was the first time they realized someone could blend so many elements seamlessly without it feeling out of place.
Since they were all hard nuts to crack, there was no need for a fight to prove strength at this moment. Compared to that, the fat guy’s suggestion of cooperation suddenly seemed much more appealing.
