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Chapter 312 - 4 is really full of malice

Chapter 312: Chapter 4 is really full of malice

The youth across from him, clad in a Daoist robe, was not only handsome and brimming with masculinity but most importantly, possessed an aura that was indescribable.

Merely standing in place, he seemed to be the center of the world, compelling an unconscious pause of one’s gaze.

Liang Hui looked at the girl standing not far away, his eyes narrow as he scrutinized her closely.

It was not because of her appearance, but rather, she carried a strange aura about her.

Like ghosts but not ghosts! Like Dao but not Dao!

The youth, utilizing his Divine Skills to capture a wisp of her Qi, whispered internally:

’Enter dream!’

The perspective did not change; he remained right where he was.

The dream-entering attempt had failed!

Liang Hui’s mouth curled into a smile, this body’s ’dream-entering’ capability was quite weak, but not something ordinary people could resist.

Therefore, the answer was clear.

Suppressing the thoughts churning in his heart, Liang Hui continued forward with an unchanged pace.

"A seeker of the Dao, not a pretender."

"Seeking the Dao? Are you a Daoist?"

The girl lowered her head, a flicker of inexplicable emotion in her eyes, then lifted it again.

"I am Yang Shan; if you ever visit that Daoist temple, I shall pay a visit."

"I am but a free spirit beneath the clouds and wild cranes, no need for visits."

Liang Hui halted his footsteps, standing in front of the girl.

His gaze was like the starry sky, deep and captivating, his expression serious.

"Miss, have you encountered any anomalies recently?"

"Miss?"

The girl laughed like the ringing of a silver bell.

Such a title had scarcely appeared in this era.

A glint of slyness flashed in her eyes, and her fair hand pointed towards a nearby tea house.

"I have experienced many things recently. If you have time, Daoist, perhaps we can chat over tea."

"Okay."

Liang Hui nodded, not rejecting the offer.

Together, they walked into the tea house and chose a room facing the street.

Liang Hui and Yang Shan sat opposite each other, tea set on the table, the fragrance wafting.

"The tea brewed in this tea house is well-known in Lin’an City."

"Daoist, please taste." Yang Shan gestured for him to try the tea.

Liang Hui nodded slightly, raised the tea to his lips, and took a sip.

"Not bad."

He was also a tea enthusiast; indeed, this tea was excellent among the common folk.

"I’m glad the Daoist likes it."

"By the way, how may I address you, Daoist?"

"You may call me Qingcang," he replied.

Liang Hui set down the teacup, looking intently at the girl.

"Miss Yang, could you speak of the unusual experiences you’ve encountered recently?"

"Knock! Knock!"

"Daoist Qingcang, do you really believe there are extraordinary things in this world?"

"But I might as well talk about it."

Yang Shan chuckled lightly, picking up her tea cup and taking a sip.

If not for the handsome and ethereal demeanor of the Daoist opposite her, she wouldn’t have wasted her time here.

However, words that should have been light-hearted carried a serious weight when they reached her lips.

"Recently, my father asked me to supervise the decoration of a villa located outside the city in an ancient forest."

"The decorating process went smoothly until these past few days. Every night at dawn, I would hear faint knocking sounds."

"But upon inspecting the house, we discovered it was just the windows leading to the outer courtyard that hadn’t been fastened tightly, likely the cause of the night winds."

"There probably won’t be any knocking sounds tonight."

Liang Hui’s palm moved to stroke the teacup, his gaze thoughtful, as if he understood something.

If that was the case, then this greater realm was not only hostile to outsiders like him but to all living beings within it.

Still, he needed further confirmation.

He withdrew his hand from the table and, to her surprise, tore off a piece of cloth from his Daoist robe and handed it to her.

"If you want to live, take it. But I can’t guarantee your survival."

"What do you mean, Daoist?"

Yang Shan’s face lost all trace of amusement and was instead ice-cold.

No one wanted to be cursed with death by another.

"Heh!"

Liang Hui chuckled, his mouth curving into a smile, his eyes seemingly piercing into the girl’s very heart.

"If it were not for my instinctual perception of something wrong, I would be as clueless and panicked as you."

"Miss Yang, would I, a stranger, converse with you to this extent?"

"You’re ultimately afraid, aren’t you?"

Putting down the pale yellow cloth strip, she picked up the teacup and drained it in one gulp.

"Good luck, Zhu Qing!"

Bang!

Liang Hui set down the teacup and had already risen, walking toward the exit.

Only Yang Shan remained where she was.

The girl’s face still cold, she stood and walked to the window, watching the Taoist leave the teahouse.

Watching as he gradually disappeared into the crowd.

"You’re trying to scare me, right? I can see through such tricks," she said.

"You want to use this to get more money from me in the future, I’ve seen plenty like you."

"Your Taoist robe is also market stall goods, just a fake Taoist, there are no ghosts in this world," murmured Yang Shan softly, as if to persuade herself.

Turn around!

She stepped forward and left the private room.

Soon, only half a cup of tea that hadn’t been drunk and the pale yellow cloth strip next to the teacup remained in the room.

About five minutes passed.

Creak!

Yang Shan pushed open the door and came back in, picked up the tea and drank it all.

"It would be a waste not to drink the tea."

She casually placed the cloth strip into her breast pocket.

The moment Yang Shan picked up the cloth strip,

Liang Hui, on the street, smiled even wider and then entered an inn.

At the same time, he paid double the usual price to have the innkeeper prepare a large amount of food and bring it to his room.

.....

Time trickled by.

The night grew deeper, inching toward early morning.

Yang Shan curled up under the covers, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

She occasionally glanced at the pale yellow cloth strip by her pillow.

Suddenly, a look of astonishment flashed in the girl’s eyes.

The cloth strip turned from pale yellow to bright red, leaving a layer of char marks on the pure white bedspread.

Before she could think further,

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

A faint knocking sound came from outside the bedroom.

At that moment, Yang Shan’s face turned from astonishment to fear, her hand reaching out and gripping the cloth strip next to the pillow tightly.

After she came back, she was sure to close and inch to check the doors and windows leading to the outer courtyard, leaving not even a crack open.

But now, who was knocking at the door?

.....

In the inn, on the third floor,

Liang Hui, who was sitting crossed-legged on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes as he listened to the faint knocks outside the door.

His eyes first showed surprise, then turned icy cold.

After half a day of eating meat and replenishing nutrients, even without Qi-Blood or True Qi, he had acquired considerable combat prowess.

"Playing a ghost, die!"

Boom!

He erupted with a violent, bullish aura.

In an instant, he was at the door, charging forward with ferocity.

Bang!

The door and surrounding walls blew apart.

Wood chips mixed with bricks and stones scattered in every direction.

A dark figure fell backwards along with the rubble.

Before it could do anything else, a crimson hand had already grabbed its face and lifted it.

Liang Hui gazed at the charred corpse before him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He finally understood what the outwardly manifest Dao in this world was all about.

"Such malice indeed!"

Liang Hui sighed lightly.

Converging the Pure Yang Dao melody in his palm, he spread it towards the charred corpse.

At that moment, the charred corpse’s grey eyes moved slightly, looking at Liang Hui.

Thump!

This knocking sound,

arose from every door around, from the ground, from the sky, and even in Liang Hui’s heart.